Inside an Incomplete Novel

Chapter 20 Setting Up An Appointment [R18]

?I stepped out of the penthouse on the top floor of my building, into the luxurious, empty corridor. The walls were painted a royal grey and were adorned with beautiful paintings. While the carpet was a deep black with golden intricate designs, the walls were lined with dark-shaded translucent mirrors. The corridor was vast and quiet.

All I could hear was the faint sound of the elevator's motor humming in the background. The air was thick with the smell of luxury. The place reverberated the sense of wealth and power. Pressing the button of the always vacant lift. I stepped inside and noticed the smart advanced interface of the lift in terms of the current era. The walls were made of marble and the floor was covered with a plush carpet and the buttons to choose the floor were made of gold. It was a sight to behold.

I took the key from the cabinet near the entrance of my garage, the one with the signature Chevrolet sign. The garage was filled with a wide variety of classic cars and motorbikes from the '70s to 1993, including concept models. I walked over to the black Chevy Camaro from 1970 and placed the key in the ignition.

The car was lifted upwards to the exit of the building because the floor beneath it was an elevator.

Although; I could teleport but I chose not to, as the disappearance of Yeon-Jae, the head Dark hunters will not be just a disappearance but a declaration.

I pulled up to 'The Brewpub', the adult bar I own, and found a line of people waiting to enter. As the owner, I didn't need to wait in line.

When I stepped forward and showed the guard my black card with the golden four-headed dragon etched onto it, the people at the back of the queue began to grumble and voice their disapproval. I could hear them muttering, "What gives him the right to just jump the line? He thinks he's better than us?" Despite their angry comments, the guard allowed me to pass through, a clear indication that the card held special authority.

I stepped inside the establishment and was surrounded by the loud chatter of excited customers, and music emanating from the stage where vibrant strippers danced. The atmosphere was charged with eager anticipation, and despite the invitations I received from strippers, workers, and other women, I declined them all.

Making my way towards the staircase at the end of the bar, I arrived on the fifth floor of the building. This floor was home to private lounges, usually reserved for groups to party or chat, but these rooms had been repurposed for a different, more intimate purpose.

I noticed the bar staff member in the corridor I could tell he was tall and broad-shouldered, with a strong, athletic build. He wore a crisp white shirt, tucked into a pair of dark blue jeans, with a black apron draped around his waist. His hair was closely cropped and his face was smooth and handsome, with a friendly smile that seemed to greet everyone that walked.

"Excuse me, do you know which room is reserved for Yeon-Jae?", I asked him.

"Sorry sir, Privacy and security of guests are paramount at all hospitality establishments, so we staff members will not be able to answer specific questions about which room an individual is staying in", he replied.

"Don't worry, am not an outsider", I said as I showed him the executive card as his eyes went wide and his complexion turned pale.

"Y-yes sir, it's room 109, shall I guide you?", he said as he stuttered.

"No need," I said in an authoritative voice.

"I'll go there myself. Just give me the card so I can unlock the door", I said as he nodded, searching his pockets for the card. He eventually took out a small plastic card which had access to all of the door locks on the floor.

With a shaky hand, he handed it to me. "Here you are, sir,"

I extended my hand, grasped the card from his, and made my way towards the end of the hallway towards Room 109. The sounds of a woman crying out in both agony and ecstasy mixed with a man's Korean curses filled the air.

I entered the room and saw a young woman with black hair, tears rolled down her eyes, as her, she didn't even have the energy to cry, her mouth was open, and all she could do was scream all while wearing handcuffs being pounded by a middle-aged man on the sofa. They both were so indulged in their activity that they didn't even notice me enter the room.

I walked up to the sofa across from them and sat there as that man kept his hand around the woman's neck while fucking her, supported her by keeping hands on her waist and flipped her as her back was now visible to him and started fucking her, still not aware of my presence.

'What kind of assassin is he? Doesn't he notice me?', I thought.

"What can I do for you pal? certainly, you aren't here to join me and fuck her, I have kept her reserved for even days", he said all while moving his torso, he wasn't even looking at me.

'So he is aware', I thought.

"Just to confirm, your name is Yeon-Jae right?", Hearing my question he halted his movement and looked at me with his brown eyes and face which had a considerable amount of rashes, a lopsided smile appeared on his face showing off his yellow teeth, so like a third rate villain.

"That's new, I think you've got the wrong person", he said as he gripped the hair of the woman and pulled her to stand up, he sat down on the sofa and made the same woman sit in front of me as his cock thrust her vagina, and breasts bounced due to the movement.

She tried to resist but couldn't.

"So, is she interested in BDSM, because the way you're treating her doesn't seem right to me?", I stated.

"She would be interested in anything as long as you have money", he replied.

I made her focus on me using my aura and asked, "Is what he saying correct?"

"No", she replied in a faint voice trying to resist all the pain inflicted on her, now that her body was facing me, I could see several bruises on her and marks of being whipped which definitely looked painful.

Black liquid-like chains that were actually rigid emerged from the ground and wrapped around the man immobilising him.

When she got free from his clutches, she fell down on the floor, unable to lift a single finger, I covered her up with a blanket which was on the bed and lay her down on the sofa I was sitting on so that she could relax, as her body was shivering in pain at a tremendous rate.

"I allowed you to enter and kept you alive doesn't mean I would tolerate anything you do", he said as he exerted pressure using aura on the chains, but failed to break them.

"huh?", with a look of disbelief, he tried to exert more pressure but failed again.

"With your current availability, let's engage in a calm discussion, shall we?" I suggested with a menacing inflexion.

"Who the fuck are you?" he inquired with fear etched on his face, disregarding my previous question.

"Your interviewer", I replied as my eyes returned to their original state, the world around me shattered, and we were in my domain.

"The same old trick; <Domain Segregation: Warp Reality>"