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previously:
tall buildings flash past us as we drive through traffic, soon coming to a halt by a house.

i observe the house, the windows concealed with old, wrinkled up newspaper, the front porch overused and the paint chipped and faded. it's definitely an old house.

but what are we doing here?

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"i'm gonna need you to follow me and play along"
baekhyun breaks the silence, looking up at me.

"or we'll both be dead"
his words come out cold and serious, making me i consciously nod my head in response, not sure what he means.

"but why are-"

"you're name is alison, you help traffic drugs, we're new partners because your previous partner was killed in a driveby"
he rehearses with me while i stay frozen, confused by every single word coming out of his mouth.

"i'm gonna give you a briefcase to hold. there's nothing important in it. we will meet a group of four people, they're gonna ask you to open the briefcase but don't, let them do it."
i'm baffled by these sudden demands, watching baekhyun step out of the car and walk towards the rear of the car.

are we selling drugs? are we meeting bad people? is this dangerous?

i question baekhyun's motives, balancing myself on my feet as i walk towards him, repeating his words in my head as practice.

"you know i won't let anything happen to you, right?"
the words escaping from his mouth feel sincere and innocent, his eyes fixated on me as he awaits for a response.

"are we walking into a trap?"
i ignore his statement.

he pops the trunk, pulling out a matt black briefcase and shoved it into my shaky hands.

"they are"
his response cuts our conversation short, his hands grabbing mine swiftly before pulling me towards the ragged house.

i swallow the lump in my throat, taking a deep breath as we walk up the rotten porch, baekhyun's loud knocks alerting me to get into character.

i don't want to be a part of this, but as much as i want to turn back and run away, i don't want to leave him alone in a dangerous situation.

within a matter of seconds, the door swings open, revealing a half naked man. his tattooed body stinks of weed, his pants hanging low.

he looks like a gangster, but the slightly innocent look on his face is deceiving.

"who's this doll?"
he asks, his raspy voice creating butterflies in the pit of stomach.

"alison"
baekhyun parts his mouth to 'introduce' me but i beat him to it, flashing a soft smile his way.

"okay alison, what brings you here?"
as he looks at me with a lustful smirk on his face, i see two other men appear behind him, their eyes observing my every move.

"my old partner died and i needed a new one so i'm with him now"
i clear my throat, putting my most confident look on, my voice not the slightest bit shaky.

"enough talking, let's get down to business"
baekhyun breaks the intense gaze between us, taking a step forwards towards the door.

i find myself following him inside, the aura in the house heavy and unpleasant. the lights are dimmed, the silence in the atmosphere engulfing me.

baekhyun gestures me to take a seat at the dining table, the chair squeaky once it has to bear my body weight.

"do you have the exact amount? cause i ain't giving you what you want until i see it all"
a husky voice grabs my attention and my eyes follow it, landing on a tall man dressed in adidas joggers.

he looks relatively young, attractive, with his hands deep in his pockets, his posture slouched and lazy.

his gaze travel to meet mine once he acknowledges my presence, his narrowed eyes widening slightly.

"alison"
i answer the question i think his mind is circling, shooting him a smile in an attempt to come off confident.

"okay, alison. come chill with me while they take care of your boy"
he suggests, walking towards me.

i'm quick to look at baekhyun, his face painted with anger but i can see him trying to keep his composure. he avoids eye contact with me, simply nodding his head for me to follow the order.

i bite down on my lower lip, gently placing the briefcase on the table, my heart beating out of my chest but i try to act like i'm not nervous.

with everyone's eyes on me, i walk towards the young man, the expression plastered on his face screaming lust and excitement.

i feel his hand snake around my waist, making me want to run away from this sense of disrespect that i'm feeling towards myself.

i follow him with slow steps towards a dark room, the dry chuckles of the boy echoing through the walls of the hallway.

"fun time for you, alison"
his words send a trail of shivers down my spine as he walk into the black room, my eyes begging for a source of light but i'm disappointed.