how did she escape from the hands of that man with the surname gong? she did not even know how she ended up in his hands.
She knew who he was.
The familiar figure loomed like a ghost.
It was the black shadow that sneaked into her room and opened her bathroom door. It was the person who followed her in the nightclub, the person who molested her in the crowd, the person who entered her car under the streetlight, and the person whose hot breath was on the back of her neck.
It was the man who had driven to her building in the middle of the night, flashed her a strange smile, and then shot her.
The ghostly figure that had always made her feel like she was being followed had finally appeared. He had tied her up in such a perverted manner as if she was his toy, his prey.
what did he want to do to her?