I Became a Producer Who Rewrites Idols

23 – Rescue (5)

Inside the dark trunk.

The sound and vibration of the car’s engine made Go Na-kyung’s body tremble even more.

The lever that opens the trunk door shines from the inside when pulled.

I couldn’t touch the lever with my body bound with duct tape.

The smell of a 50,000 won bill flowed into Go Na-kyung’s nose.

I can’t believe I fell for such a shallow trick.

I regretted meeting producer Oh Jung-jun secretly from the members because I was lured by money.

‘Never walk alone. If possible, everyone travel together.’

Producer Lim Boo-gil recalled a text message from a group chat room.

I still don’t completely trust him, so I let it go to one ear.

However, when producer Oh Jung-jun stabbed Go Na-kyung’s right arm with an electric shock gun,

He had to follow his word whether he trusted it or not,

I regretted it.

“Ugh—! Town-!!”

No matter how much I twisted and strained my body, the duct tape would not fall off my body.

The sticky duct tape over my mouth prevented me from shouting for help.

Producer Jeong Oh-jun’s car drove up the access road of the underground parking lot.

Go Na-kyung’s tears rolled down her cheeks.

The fact that I can no longer resist,

My strength gradually weakened.

‘What happens to me now…? ?’

Forcibly raped by producer Jeong Oh-jun,

A life like being confined in an unknown building and being a plaything,

I didn’t want to send it.

But what if producer Oh Jung-jun threatens?

What if he had a knife in his hand?

He brought a stun gun, but there was no way he didn’t have a knife.

Would you rather bite your tongue and die than live a painful life?

Could he commit suicide after being kidnapped by producer Oh Jung-jun for money?

No matter how much I thought about it, it was impossible.

The courage and determination to die,

Go Na-kyung did not have it.

‘Anyone…’ . Someone please save me…….’

Even if I cry desperately inside,

All I could hear was the sound of tires rolling on the road.

The noise from the car became increasingly louder.

Where are they taking me?

It seemed like an eternity had passed since it was put in the trunk.

There was no sign of my heart slowing down.

Like a flash, images of her family and Berries members flashed through Gona’s mind.

‘If you’re going to do this…. If it’s going to be like this… ….’

Don’t abandon producer Lim Boo-gil.

I brought only menial work,

I was a person who was infinitely incompetent at producing, but

But I treated him properly as a human being.

I wanted to go back to the month of February.

If I had known this future, I would have desperately opposed Yang Hae-in’s proposal.

Even if it means quitting being an idol that you have invested so much of your life into,

I didn’t want to go through something like this.

“Did you sleep well?”

Light poured into the trunk.

Producer Oh Jung-jun appears black with backlight.

This was his essence.

He should have doubted and doubted the devil,

I was deceived.

“As expected, Na Kyung-in is light.”

Producer Jeong Oh-jun lifted Go Na-kyung’s body out of the trunk.

Dense trees caught her eye.

He held her in his arms as if carrying her box, and she walked towards the container in the mountain.

The late Na-kyung trembled her body.

When I looked inside the container, fear came over me.

One spacious bed, three cameras, various adult products, condoms, aphrodisiacs, cosplay costumes, handcuffs and rope.

A menu with options and prices was posted on the wall.

You were prepared to do this from the beginning.

By gradually increasing the level of explicit photos, the resistance to explicit photos is gradually eliminated.

By using money to tame an unknown idol who doesn’t want to spend a single penny,

I guess you were planning to have them deal with customers.

Squeak—.

After producer Jeong Jeong-jun laid her late Na-kyung on the bed, she removed the tape that closed her lips.

Because of her strong adhesion, it felt as if her mouth would be torn off.

“Huh, huh…” ….”

“What, don’t do this, don’t do this, you bastard, I thought you were going to scream, but you just cried?”

Producer Jeong Oh-jun chuckled.

Go Na-kyung’s mind was just blank.

She didn’t let the bathtub come out of her mouth.

“It’s no fun if you do this. Help me! I have to shout it out. That way, I won’t say that even if she shouts “Amman” Here, no one will come.”

A desperate future, trapped in a container deep in the mountains and reduced to a commodity for producer Jeong Jeong-jun.

Tears covered my face.

“Please…” . Producer, I’ll do anything, whether it’s your lover or your s*x partner……. I don’t want to act like a prostitute because I’m going to take all kinds of dirty pictures…. If you want, I will live with the producer……. Producer, it’s better to have a monopoly than to share with another man… ?”

Go Na-kyung desperately tried to appease.

Giving s*xual favors to producer Oh Jung-jun while being an idol,

It was better than forcing prostitution to an unspecified number of people like now.

Even if she lost her virginity, as long as she was an idol, she would definitely have the opportunity to run away from producer Oh Jung-jun.

“What are you talking about? You guys used hidden cameras to cut me. Now you no longer have the right to produce, so what are you doing? “You should just sell yourself here and make money.”

The disguised camera was discovered.

When?

Is that why you are doing this?

Because there is no back anyway.

“Still, it’s a lot of work, but I have to get the girl.”

“Huh….”

“Oh, it sounds nice now. Good good.”

Producer Jeong Oh-jun brought scissors.

And then he cut off the top that Go Na-kyung was wearing.

Her bra was exposed.

Wouldn’t someone notice the kidnapping of producer Oh Jung-jun and come running?

Isn’t there a prince who can save a woman who is in danger after being deceived by the devil?

Even if the Berries members had noticed the kidnapping, they did not have a vehicle.

No one even had a driver’s license.

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The only thing you can do is report it to the police.

But it was clear that this, at least, was not Seoul.

There was no way the Seoul police, who received a report from Seoul, would show up here.

Someone who has a car, can drive a car, and can come running to Lucky Seven Entertainment immediately when he notices that Go Na-kyung has been kidnapped.

Producer Lim Boo-gil.

There was only him.

The only person Go Na-kyung hates is,

It was the only hope now.

“It’s pretty big too.”

Producer Jeong Jeong-jun stretched out her arm towards Go Na-gyeong’s chest.

And to hold it in her grasp,

That moment.

Quung—!!

The entire container box shook greatly as if an earthquake had occurred.

Producer Oh Jung-jun lost his balance on the bed and fell to the floor.

“What the f*ck?!”

The container wall on the side where the door was was bulging.

As if hit by something.

Bang, bang, the sound of someone kicking the crushed container door was heard.

Soon the container door fell inward.

“Mr. Na-kyung!!”

Im Boo-gil was the producer.

Go Na-kyung has that face,

That face that she hated,

It was like a painting.

***

112 Was notified of the current situation and the current location and license plate number of the car that Producer Oh Jung-jun was riding in.

Producer Cho Hyun-ho and I got on the highway chasing the car driven by producer Jeong Jeong-jun.

Unavoidably, I drove on the shoulder, cut with a knife, and accelerated as much as possible.

As someone who has driven safely all my life, I was sweating at the speed of 180 km/h for the first time in my life.

“Professor Lim, the highway patrol did not find a car with that license plate number. I think the license plate was probably cleverly forged….”

“Mr. !!”

If it was difficult to catch him on the road, I had no choice but to chase producer Oh Jung-jun’s car until it stopped somewhere.

I’ve been running for over an hour now, and I wonder how far I plan to go.

It started from Lucky Seven Entertainment’s headquarters in Seoul and is now Yangpyeong, Gyeonggi-do.

I looked at my smartphone on the stand from time to time.

Little by little, the distance between producer Oh Jung-jun’s vehicle was narrowing,

It seemed difficult to completely catch up.

Tiriring—.

Producer Cho Hyun-ho’s smartphone rang.

“Yes, Manager Jeong.”

Producer Cho Hyun-ho put it on speaker phone so I could listen too.

-I watched the CCTV and as expected, Na-kyung met with producer Oh Jung-jun on the first floor of the dorm and then walked together to the underground parking lot of the headquarters.

“Are you sure that Go Na-kyung is not in the dormitory or at the headquarters?”

-At the direction of the manager, the entire planning department has been looking for it, but I can’t find it. She didn’t even come back to the dorm.

Just in case, I told manager Jeong Song-i to look for Go Na-kyung within the Lucky Seven Entertainment headquarters.

It could have been my mistake.

But that possibility has almost disappeared.

After driving for about 30 more minutes, producer Jeon Jeong-jun’s car went off the highway.

It was Hoengseong, Gangwon-do.

He didn’t go into the city, but went straight up the mountain, so the location of his vehicle was toward the middle of the mountain.

I also climbed the narrow mountain road.

Because it was a van, it lacked the ability to run on rough roads.

Still, because it was 4-wheel drive, it did pick up some speed.

“Please slow down a bit from here. You may get caught. “If you take hostages, the situation will become more difficult.”

I nodded once at producer Cho Hyun-ho’s words and stepped on the brakes.

Producer Jeong Oh-jun’s car came into view.

There was a container box behind the car.

There must be Go Na-gyeong there.

But she must have locked the door, so how do I break in?

I stopped the car and got out.

Should I wait here for the police?

In that case, Go Na-kyung could have suffered irreversible damage.

It was a bit dangerous, but I had no choice but to open the door and enter.

“I’ll bring some rocks.”

After saying that to producer Cho Hyun-ho, I was about to move his feet.

“I will bring it. Even after all this, I graduated from a physical education college.”

He went into the dense forest instead of me.

After waiting for a few minutes, producer Cho Hyun-ho came holding a fairly large rock with both hands.

That should be enough.

I carefully parked the company car in front of the container box door.

Then I put the gear in neutral and lowered it again.

Leave the driver’s door open.

I spoke quietly to producer Cho Hyun-ho.

“That rock, go here.”

Producer Cho Hyun-ho was startled by my words.

He immediately nodded and placed a rock on the driver’s seat mat, which I pointed to.

“Huh… ….”

I took a deep breath.

The most important thing is to save Go Na-gyeong.

I stretched my arm towards the driver’s seat gear stick.

And then go down one step,

Put it on the drive.

The car began to slowly roll forward.

Immediately after that,

Give all the strength you have in both hands,

A large rock placed on the mat by producer Cho Hyun-ho,

Pushed away.

Towards the accelerator pedal.

Immediately later, I took my hand out of the car.

Booooong—!!

The company car accelerated rapidly, making a loud engine sound.

And soon,

Quung—!!

The car collided head-on with the container box door.

The entire container box shook slightly.

The container box door was dented.

I got into the broken down company car, put it in reverse gear, stepped on the brakes, and pulled the car back a little.

Producer Cho Hyun-ho kicked the container box door several times.

The door immediately fell inward.

I got out of the car and rushed in.

Gona-gyeong tied up with duct tape,

There was producer Oh Jung-jun who looked like he had fallen on the floor.

Click—.

Producer Cho Hyun-ho filmed the scene with a camera he brought in advance.

“You f*cking bastards!!”

Producer Jeong Oh-jun got angry and rushed at me.

At that moment, Producer Cho Hyun-ho came forward from behind me and instantly punched Producer Jeong Jeong-jun in the face.

Producer Oh Jung-jun fainted with one hit.

“I graduated from the Department of Taekwondo.”

… For some reason, the form was unusual.

I thought I should not physically fight with producer Cho Hyun-ho, who graduated from the Taekwondo department at a physical education college.

I approached Go Na-kyung.

“Where are you injured?”

Lord Gona shed tears and shook her head from side to side.

Looking at her appearance, it seemed like she was just about to start raping her.

Just an attempted attempt,

I was really fortunate.

The tape that bound Go Na-kyung’s body was released.

And to cover up the exposed bra by cutting it with scissors, He took off her

Jacket and covered it with her.

Afterwards, producer Oh Jung-jun, who fainted, was restrained with the same tape he had used to tie her Go Na-kyung.

Go Na-kyung was brought out of the container box.

[Name: Go Na-kyung]

[Fatigue: 99]

[Current Thoughts: Producer… ….]

If Lord Gona had been raped even a little later, she would have suffered 100 fatigue.

A fatigue level of 100 was the maximum level at which mental breakdown was the norm and suicide was not unusual.

Bpiyongpiyong—.

After waiting for 15 minutes, a police car finally arrived.

She had no choice but to wait for the police because she smashed her company car.

You also need to explain the situation in detail.

Suddenly, Lord Gona leaned on her shoulder and fell asleep.

Even though she did all the reckless things, it was still worth it because she was able to save him.

She took out her smart phone and sent a message to manager Jeong Song-i.

[Me: I saved Na-kyung. Before you get hit. There are no injuries anywhere.]

Trying to put the smartphone back in her pocket,

Ding—.

I heard a chat notification sound.

[Manager Jeong Song-i: Are you injured in any way?]

[Me: I’ve done nothing but drive.]

[Me: Professional Joe did it all hahahaha]

If Producer Cho Hyun-ho wasn’t there, I, who am not good at things like punching, would have been attacked and would not have been able to save Go Na-kyung.

Bringing him to the scene was, of course, the right answer.

Anyway, he is a capable person.

[Manager Jeong Song-i: Do you know how worried I am about the Cursed Dolls too?]

The Cursed Dolls members must have been really worried because they liked me.

Manager Jeong Song-i must have been worried about me as a colleague.

[Me: Not at all! Not even one! You’re not hurt hahahaha, I’m sorry for worrying you.]

[Manager Jeong Song-i: I understand. Are you going to come back to work right away?]

[Me: No, I think I’ll probably go to the police station and make a statement.]

[Manager Jeong Song-i: I will tell that to the manager.]

[Me: Yes, thank you~]

Let’s put her smart phone in her pocket,

The police officer properly shackled Producer Jeong Jeong-jun and put him in a police car.

I wonder if all the tension has been relieved.

… It felt like my bladder was going to explode.