Addison
My heart was pounding in my chest as I watched Mr. Adalyn use his thumb print to unlock the door. I could just run. I mean, anyone with common sense would not be following a strange man into an alley that led to an underground passage.
I exhaled and followed him. At this point, he was the only hope I had left and there was no other choice but to trust him. Stepping into the door, the humming from lights going down the walls through the tunnel made my ears prick. Graffiti was painted down the tunnel, showing off one’s artist skills and gang affiliation. I squinted my eyes and noticed one of the pictures was of a jaguar sinking its teeth into a cobra. Almost like the same one I’ve seen tatted on Mr. L and his minions.The image even had one of the same dates in scripted inside the top of the letters. October tenth.
“Mr. L must’ve fucked with the wrong person on that particular day. I wonder what happened.” I thought to myself.
The air around me felt cool, musty and thick with the scent of earth, mildew, and the faint tang of either rusted metal or old blood. My stomached knotted in fear. What the fuck have I gotten myself into? I pulled my flannel tighter around me as I continued to follow.
To distract myself from thoughts of getting murdered, I observed Mr. Adalyn. The man cleaned up nicely in his business attire but seeing him in casual clothes made my clit throb. He wore a black hoodie with a pair of matching sweatpants. His hair was pinned up into a bun, displaying his freshly faded haircut with two horizontal designs on each side. I flicked my tongue across my bottom lip before biting down on it. Just by the way he was walking, I could tell he was blessed in between his legs. Granted, I had no clue how I would be able to handle it if I were offered, but still.
“This way.” Mr. Adalyn called out over his shoulder, breaking my lustful thoughts.
“So, what does yeobo mean? You called me that earlier and I have never heard of that before.”
“It means darling, in Korean.”
And just like that, my pussy was calling for him again.
The air suddenly shifted to a warmer temperature and was now laced with the faint scent of bleach and metal. The tunnel widened, and ahead of us stood a heavy metal door. I noticed a keypad blinked faintly beside it. Before I could get a better look, Mr. Adalyn blocked my view with his back facing me as hepunched in a code. The lock clicked, causing the door to groan open. The night sky from an opening in the roof caught my attention as I looked up. The moon was bright, and I could see a few stars through the clouds. I briefly looked around the warehouse and for the most part, it was empty. There were a few crates lined along the far left wall and there was a staircase that led to a lone office door on the far right. A bay garage door with a white unmarked van was parked and I swear I felt my stomach drop out of my ass. Shit. Was that van meant for me when he kidnapped me?
Mr. Adalyn continued to walk deeper into the warehouse, and I hesitantly followed. My gut was pulling me in the opposite direction, but I honestly felt that I would only get lost in the tunnels. We walked behind a large plastic curtain that brought us into another room that was pitch black except for one light that shun in the middle of the room. My eyes bulged as a figure sat in a chair, their head down and hands bound. A metal table with different tools that were obviously there to cause torture sat next to the chair. I halted in my steps with realization of who was with us.
“Z,” he called, shaking the man awake. “I brought an audience for your death tonight.”
“What the fuck?” I shouted, taking a step backward.
“Addison this is Z and –”
“Yes, I know Zachary! A promoter for Club Jump. Why the hell does Seojun have him tied up?”
I watched as Mr. Adalyn’s face scrunched up in confusion. “Addison, what are you talking about?”
“I ran into Z a few times at a few campus parties. He just promotes for a few clubs in the area. He hasn’t done anything to anybody. Tell Seojun to let him go. Seojun, please come out!”
I called for Seojun as Mr. Adalyn just stared at me. This had to be a huge mistake. Zachary was the sweetest guy that I’ve met and wouldn’t hurt a fly. All he did was hand out flyers to everyone on campus and then leave. There was no reason that Seojun and Mr. Adalyn had him tied up. Maybe they got him mistaken for someone else.
“Please, Mr. Adalyn, call Seojun in here so that Zachary can explain his innocence.” I pled.
Mr. Adalyn walked up to me while he removed his cuff links. “Addison, yeobo, I am Seojun.”
My eyes widened and bile began to rise in my throat. “Y-you? But you don’t look like a…a…”
“Killer?” Seojun asked. A smile crept across his face that sent a shiver down my spine. “Why not? I am a very dangerous man, and I’ve sent a lot of men to their permanent sleep. Just like what I’m about to do to Z.”
“B-but why? Zachary didn’t hurt anybody. Like I said all he did was –”
“Zachary here used to put drugs in women and men’s drinks and take them back to brothel houses. Some of them were able to move on without the memory of what happened to them. However, the ones that paying customers really ‘enjoyed’ were requested to return. Do you know how the news that they were drugged and taken advantaged of was given to them? By having videos or pictures sent to them as blackmail and the only way they could recover the evidence was that they had to work in one of those brothel houses for an extended period of time.”
My eyes darted over to Zachary. Before I knew it, I was stepping toward him. “Is that true?”
Guilt and shame glinted in his eyes as he stared up at me. He opened his mouth, but didn’t say a word. He shook his head as he cast his eyes down to the ground.
“Answer me!” I shouted, gripping his chin.
“A-Addy, please, it’s not what you think.”
“You know, when someone says that, 9 out of 10 times, it is exactly what you think.” Seojun stated nonchalantly.
