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The water spilled on the floor with a squelch, as the bucket tipped over. 16 year old Hong Mone looked down at the soapy water on the tiled floor, her eyes shadowed.
"Come to mama." Yoon-a said to her in a soft voice beckoning to her with her index finger.
Hong Mone did not move. She stared at Yoon-a as if searching for any humanity left within her.
"What a stupid bitch." Kang Min-ji, one of Yoon-a's lackeys snorted.
Ryu Hye-ji stood at the far end of the room watching the scene, she too equally in a state of depression.
"Move you stupid bitch." Moon Sun-young, another of Yoon-a's lackey shouted and pushed Hong Mone from afar with a mop stick.
Hong Mone shook unstably as her bare feet slid on the water.
"Move!" Kang Min-ji shouted and pushed her with a stick as well.
Hong Mone slipped and fell on her knees.
"Get up!" Kang Min-ji shouted, as she and Moon Sun-young started smacking Hong Mone with the sticks.
"Guys wait." Yoon-a said lazily. She picked up her bag and drew out three whips. She smiled sinisterly. "Let's use these."
Hong Mone looked up at them in fear. "Forgive me, Yoon-a." She begged with reddened eyes. "Please, Yoon-a."
"Please mommy?" Yoon-a said, trying to get Hong Mone to repeat it.
"What did I do to you? Why do you torment me so much?" She shouted, her voice breaking, the tears in her eyes falling uncontrollably.
Yoon-a looked down at her, amused. She burst out laughing.
"Hey Joong-ki, she wants to know what I did to her?" Yoon-a held her knee laughing out so loud, tears fell from her eyes.
Um Joong-ki, the boy, was rather unconcerned. He sat on the stage, looking down at his phone.
Yoon-a stopped laughing, her face setting in a sinister smirk. Without pause, she raised the whip and hit Hong Mone. Moon Sun-young and Kang Min-ji followed. Hong Mone's shouts and cries followed.
Choi Geon-woo stared through the gap in the door. He held his breath as the tears fell out his eyes. He turned around and ran away. Unable to look anymore.
...
He knocked on the door. No reply. He tapped his foot on the floor and knocked again. Still no reply.
He took out his phone and called him. He didn't reply. He listened closely and heard the sound of water overfilling from its container. He started banging the door and broke open the door.
Inside, on the walls were pictures of Choi Geon-woo and Hong Mone on the walls. The room was pink themed and looked like a safe haven.
"Choi Geon-woo!" No reply.
Song Min-ho ran into the bathroom where the sound of water was coming from with an urgency.
What he saw made him pause, dead in his tracks. Choi Geon-woo was in the bathtub, the shower pouring down on his face. In his left hand was a picture of Hong Mone.
The sound of blood dripping told Song Min-ho all he needed to know.
Choi Geon-woo had slit his wrist. He was dead.