“You fucking moron,” Dahye snarled. “What did I just say?”
“Told you so,” Eunhye said. Dahye rolled her eyes.
“Whatever. You were right,” Dahye said. She turned to Junyoung. “This is your last chance. If you scream again—” Once more she made a stabbing motion toward his groin, and Junyoung flinched. “You know what I’m capable of,” she warned. “You don’t want to test me.”
He swallowed, looking down. The front of his jeans was dark with blood. She removed the gag. This time, he remained silent.
“Why did you break into my apartment?” Dahye asked.
“Because I was worried about you,” Junyoung whispered.
“He’s lying,” Eunhye hissed. “There’s something wrong with him. You saw the underwear in his pocket. He’s sick in the head. We need to get rid of him, to cut him to—”
“Stop it,” Dahye snapped. “Let me talk to him.”
“Who are you talking to?” Junyoung asked.
“I don’t think I said you could talk.”
He clamped his mouth shut, but his eyes continued to dart around the room.
“Did you know Jang Hyukjoon?” Dahye asked.
“The rich chaebol kid? No. I had no idea who he was until he went missing.” He paused. “That’s his dick you cut off, right?”
“Shut up.”
“Sorry. I forgot.” Wincing, he tried to move his wrists. She had bound them so tightly that the laces were cutting into his skin.
“How did you get my address?”
“I looked up your information at work. I’m in IT, remember? We have special privileges. I can access almost any information on our network,” he said, trying to pull his ankles apart. It was pointless. “When you didn’t show up for our lunch date, I looked up your address.”
Eunhye was standing above Junyoung, her fingers nearly touching his face. “Stop wasting time,” she said, a hungry look on her face.
“That doesn’t explain how you got here,” Dahye said, ignoring her.
“Right,” Junyoung said slowly. “I went to the address listed in your file and talked to your mother. She told me you didn’t live there any longer, so I waited outside, and that same night, your friend showed up.”
“My friend?” Dahye asked, confused.
“The woman with the giant boobs. I think her name was Bora …?”
Stricken, Dahye got up. “You’re a liar,” she cried, jabbing the blade toward him. Junyoung let out a little shriek but swallowed it halfway.
“Please! I’m not lying,” he stammered. “I’ll tell you whatever you want to know. Your friend showed up, and then your mother came out, and the two of them had a conversation about you. They said—”
Before he could finish his sentence, she shoved the sock back into his mouth. Junyoung gagged as tears sprang to his eyes. Through his blurred vision, he saw Dahye pacing back and forth, her cheeks bright red.
“See if he’s lying,” Eunhye said. “Check his phone.”
Dahye went to retrieve Junyoung’s phone from the living room and returned, looking through his messages. There were a few threads with his coworkers and one with his mother, but nothing about her that she could find.
“What about his pictures?” Eunhye asked. Dahye nodded.
Junyoung’s most recent pictures were of Hyukjoon’s severed penis. Heat crawled down Dahye’s neck. “You piece of shit,” she murmured. “What were you going to do with this?”
He shook his head. “Mmhhh,” he mumbled through the gag. She held the phone to his face. Crying softly, he watched as she deleted them one by one.