Jungkook descended the stairs to the underground cells where Marco kept the girls. There were four cells in total, three of them empty. In the last one, she was there. 

He had known about these underground cells, not because he had wanted to, but because his connection to Marco had made it impossible to avoid such knowledge. He didn’t care about what Marco did down here. It wasn’t his business, and he had no desire to make it so.

Marco had always been strange, a fact that had never struck Jungkook as particularly significant. From the moment he met Marco, he hadn’t given him much thought beyond the simple fact that Marco posed no immediate threat. His brother, Ruel, though, had hinted more than once about Marco’s odd nature, but Jungkook remained indifferent. He had a roof over his head, steady work, and the promise of power. Whatever was wrong with Marco was irrelevant.

Even now, after years of dealing with Marco, Jungkook’s indifference remained intact. He didn’t care about Marco’s quirks or his dark inclinations. All that mattered was the freedom that lay behind the door in front of him. He stared at the keypad, his fingers hovering over the numbers.

Behind this door was the task that stood between him and his freedom. If this woman was anything like the last, the process would be simple, and he would ask for nothing more. He entered the passcode, the door clicking open, and stepped inside.

There she was.