Success Oriented Guide

[Team leader. I and a guide from Team 5 were kidnapped. I’m sending you the location. You can’t call me, you can only text me.

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With Kim Geun-won’s temper, he would have called the police first and then informed the team leader. However, he didn’t have Kim Geun-won’s phone number, so he texted Lim Jeong-wook. The team leader would have been worried because Seon Jae-chan, who was in his care, had gone missing for the day. Just as expected. A reply came right away.

[From: ★Team Leader Lim Jeong-wook (Guide Team 5)★

I’ll go right away, Jae-chan, be careful]

Just in case, Jae-chan reported it to the police. The reply was quick this time too.

[From: 112

(web call)

We received a report at 578-08-20 20:19:34, and we are on our way. Please contact 112 directly in case of an emergency.

-District 1 Southern Office 112-]

[From: 112

(web call)

We have looked up your cell phone location for emergency rescue.

-District 1 Southern Office 112-]

Finally, Jae-chan sent a text message to team leader Lim Jeong-wook saying that he had also filed a report with the police.

He cast another glance out the window. There had been no movement from the two people who had entered the warehouse until that point. Jae-chan fixed his gaze on the gap through which the red light leaked out, like an open wound on a beast. He was fiddling with his phone. It took about 15 minutes for team leader Lim Jeong-wook to arrive. The police may come sooner.

‘…?’

It was then. He reflexively lowered his posture at the figure coming out of the warehouse, then opened his eyes wide.

‘What am I looking at?’

Seon Jae-chan’s widened eyes followed the kidnapper’s movement to the right. The skinny criminal was naked and dressed in a sleeping slip for a woman. The extremely transparent back runs into the gun hut, closes the door, and disappears as if blown away by the wind.

Even though the lights were on in the house and the criminal was busily moving inside, Jae-chan couldn’t move. Is this why… the love affair case? He was just thinking about it.

…

He fell into solemn silence and checked his phone once more. Seon Jae-chan’s trembling body calmed down. He carefully slid into the back seat. He opened the other car door and got out, rolling over the musty sheets. The criminal, who was in a hurry to take his roommate, did not bother to lock the car door. It’s so outdated that the car key doesn’t seem to have a remote control function.

The sound of the wind in the dense forest and the rustling of the thick leaves drowned out the noise of the car door closing. Jae-chan confirmed that there was no CCTV, but he moved as quietly as he could in the dark forest’s shade.

The shadow inside the cabin is still busy doing what it is doing. Jae-chan approached the warehouse without taking his eyes off the shadows that came and went.

“He may be having some terrible time while you’re holding me back! At least you should let them know that they’re not alone!”

Seon Jae-chan let out a short sigh as he remembered Kim Geun-won’s words. He peered through the gap in the open door.

*

Five minutes before Seon Jae-chan entered the warehouse.

The sound of rustling woke up Jae-chan’s roommate, who had blurred vision.

The sound of a box opening somewhere scratched his ears. He gradually became aware of the sensation. His throat hurts and his nose is stuffy.

What’s this smell? Naphthalene? Mothball? He frowned and surveyed his surroundings.

It was like a warehouse. Red lighting. Steel-plate ceiling. A gigantic ceiling fan whirring. He was lying on his side on an old mattress. The smell of mothballs was wafting from there. And… by the bedside. A naked man who changed into clothes he had just taken out of a box.

Blinking his vision a couple more times, he recalled the situation before he lost consciousness. He opened his eyes wide as if they were going to tear.

“Are you awake?”

The kidnapper turned around as he was trimming his clothes. A familiar nasal voice, and hard dented cheeks. A dark complexion with bloodshot eyes

It was that bastard. A stalker who has been relentlessly following him for months.

He wanted to get up as soon as possible. The pervert was dressed in a strange women’s slip that covered his entire naked body. Fuck. I’m going to end up in a mess. His legs which are limp and weak desperately moved on the mattress like mollusks. The next moment, “Ugh!” A groan escaped from his mouth.

“What… what are you doing…”

His skin was being pierced by a needle. A sharp pain pierced his shoulder. He gritted his chin in fear as he watched the mysterious liquid vanish into his body helplessly.

“It was hard, right? You’ll come to your senses now.”

The guy who pushed the syringe all the way whispered. He drew the needle and stood up. The bizarrely thin slip dress flowed down his shabby, bone-like body. Only the skin was left open as if to show off.

“How do I look? I just got it delivered today… I prepared it just for this day.”

The guy who was already excited let out a fucking breath. Crazy bastard! He cursed at the sight he didn’t want to see, and he rather stares at the red light. He recalled the situation just before he was kidnapped, unable to control his drug-soaked body.

He never imagined that urinating in the open would be such a big mistake because going to the simple toilet was so bothersome. He was doing his business in a dark corner, pulling up his pants when a gun was pressed beneath his chin.

‘If you make a sound, I’ll shoot.’

He was a stalker who had been quiet for a few days due to the typhoon. The penetrating gun. The tone suggests that it doesn’t matter if it is fired by accident. The guy inserted the syringe he was holding in his other hand into his stomach while he was afraid his skull would be blown. When he woke up after losing consciousness, it was this red warehouse.

It still feels like the needle pricked his abs is twisting. Damn you son of a bitch. Kinky bastard. He didn’t want to talk to him, but he had no choice.

“Why. Why are you doing this to me?”

He suffered for months because of this pervert. He fled his house and entered the guide’s quarters. He couldn’t easily meet a woman, let alone date, and he became a laughingstock among his colleagues because he chased him all the way to the scene.

“I. What did I do wrong? Huh?”

He met the stalker for the first time in a club. A woman he happened to spend the night with introduced him to her acquaintance, saying that he was a timid but fun person. He appeared gloomy and hesitant at first, but he agreed to say a few words because he wanted to look good in front of the women. That was all. He had no idea the nightmare would begin on that day.

“If not… is it because I hit you? Huh?”

Tick. Tick tick. Under the light that the bugs hit, the man still had a crooked face. He couldn’t take the stalking any longer and beat him half to death three months ago. He assumed he’d gone now, but the next day, he appeared in front of his house, his face doubled in size, and he didn’t know how loud he screamed.

“I asked, why, are you doing this to me? …Say something.”

He asked desperately, but he only looked at him with piercing eyes.

In fact, the kidnapper was appreciating his wonderful work. The always arrogant eyes now contain despair beneath the wavy hair. The sight of confident pupils dissolving like flames under hot iron was more pleasurable than he imagined.

“…Say something.”

Yes, this was it.

“You can say anything!!”

Other emotions began to spread in the beautiful eyes as he shouted out at that time. Perhaps it’s because his vision has improved and his surroundings have become more ingrained in his mind.

With quivering eyes, the lovely target blinked his eyelashes and swung around one side of the warehouse. Various types of saw blades and chainsaws, steel pipes, and ropes hung on the walls.

“…”

The thick neckline of the target gulps down. He watched carefully and savored the sound as if he were watching an art film. Despair was only part of the character’s story. And he finally got the person he wanted in his hands.

It was a dream come true moment. He threw the empty syringe into the trash can. At the same time, he gave the lovely target the voice that he had hoped for so much.

“Your eyes are so attractive.”

The man who was in despair became stunned by those words. He started talking just to say this. Your eyes are so attractive. Is that the reason for the vicious stalking and kidnapping?

No. He should not try to understand a lunatic. He sucked the insults down. No. He was on the verge of crying now.

While he suppresses the confusing emotions, the perverted bastard went out with a joyful pace.

The injected liquid appeared to be a stimulant. His consciousness and senses are becoming clearer. He could only feel his weak body, feeling helpless. Trying to wiggle his way out, he glanced outside in the dark with sad eyes.

“Is anyone there?”

…

“Help me… help.”

Help me. Please help me… Tears welled up in his nose. However, when the pervert returned, he didn’t want to show a miserable appearance, so he endured it again and again.

How much time had passed?

1 minute? Or 5 minutes?

His nape was already drenched in a cold sweat at the time. Much to his frustration, that guy returned.