[M] CH13 (1/1)

[CONTENTID1]Hunting[/CONTENTID1][CONTENTID2]Chapter Thirteen[/CONTENTID2][CONTENTID3]***THIS IS THE SECOND CHAPTER POSTED IN LESS THAN 24 HOURS, SO GO BACK AND READ CHAPTER 12 IF YOU HAVEN’T ALREADY.***WARNING: Violence ahead.Jiyeon grabbed the hair of the man tied to the pole in middle of the room. He let out an exhausted groan as his head hit the metal behind him. It had been 36 hours and she was tired of this man not giving anything up.“Just tell Jiyeon what she wants to hear, and you can go,” Jiyeon purred, rubbing the sore spot on the man’s head. “Jiyeon is tired of this; aren’t you?”Hyunmoo was tired of a lot of things, and after having the shit beat out of him by Chen and then having to wake up tied to a pole with this madwoman, he was ready to just give up. The problem was that he truly didn’t have the information she wanted. He was usually the one people sought out first, since he was a notorious information rat, but for once, he wished his reputation wasn’t so.“You crazy bitch I told you I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he spat. Jiyeon drew her finger roughly down the side of his face and he didn’t bother biting back a pained scream.“Name calling isn’t nice! Jiyeon doesn’t like it!” Jiyeon pouted. Her eyes flashed as he spat blood on her. She sighed and paced around the pole, contemplating how to get the information she needed.“If I knew, don’t you think I would have told you by now? I don’t like this as much as you’re enjoying it,” Hyunmoo told her. She shook her head and a frown marred her usually serene features. “Jiyeon isn’t enjoying this at all, Hyunmoonie.” If there was one thing about Hyunmoo that unnerved him about this woman, it was the fact that she spoke like a child and in third person. It was bizarre to see a grown woman speak so childishly but be able to pick up a gun or a knife and kill without even so much as a blink. She was like a feral cat, and he regretted the one time he thought that she would make a nice addition to his collection of women.“Then take my word that I have no fucking clue who you’re talking about!” Hyunmoo shouted, and Jiyeon raked those deadly nails across his face again. He screamed and she let out a satisfied giggle.“Okay, Hyunmoonie, Jiyeon believes you,” she said and her sudden change in tone sent off warning signs in Hyunmoo’s head. He was silent as she untied the ropes that bound him to the pole and even gave his smoothed down the hair she had messed up.“You are going to let me go?” He asked. She nodded, wearing a smile that revealed teeth too white and too straight to be natural. “What’s the catch?”“You don’t trust Jiyeon?” the woman pouted. She twirled a strand of hair around her forefinger, and Hyunmoo knew that he should leave the room then. Jiyeon was the last person he should trust. So he turned on his heel and walked right out the door. Jiyeon waited exactly 40 seconds before she followed.Hyunmoo didn’t even make it to the end of the hallway before Jiyeon was on top of him, her nails digging his eyes from their very sockets.++Jakyung sighed as she plopped into a bar stool. The night had been incredibly busy and she was grateful that she could take a break between the happy hour crowd and the queue of party goers that was waiting just outside of the door. Jakyung turned to Aecha, who was adjusting the starfish hairclip she wore. Jakyung and the four other girls working that night were dressed similarly for the underwater theme in shades of blue and green sequined tops and skirts.The other girls chatted away while Jakyung stared absently at the stage, where a DJ was getting set up. She knew that  it being a Thursday, the club would be packed to capacity. She remembered seeing a few familiar faces on her first day working, and she had a feeling she would be seeing even more tonight.As the first people trickled in, she plastered on her trademark bored look and began to make the rounds on drinks orders. She got a few guys (and even one girl) who made a pass at her, but she brushed them off easily. By the time the place was packed, she had switched with Aecha at the bar and was now in her element, mixing drinks like a pro.Since two days ago, when she had left the guys house in a rush, she had been trying to keep herself busy with anything to take her mind off of her grandmother. She supposed immersing herself in the one thing that her grandmother loved the most was probably counter-productive, but it actually helped to clear her head a bit. Between working her ass off at the bar, and holing herself up in her apartment sleeping and binge watching movies, she managed to stay distracted. Now, she was able to get lost in mixing drinks, and when people didn’t have any orders, she would mix anyway, handing the drinks off to one of the girls or a partier, the latter of which usually ended up tipping her enough to cover the cost of the drink plus a little extra. She had a few herself, and was settling into her buzz nicely, when a voice came floating her way.“You’re still just as nimble with a bottle as ever, Jakyung.”Jakyung didn’t even blink as she spun a thin bottle of vodka through her fingers and poured a shot and a half in the highball glass she held with her free hand.Mark Tuan watched as Jakyung added ingredient after ingredient to the drink before waterfalling the contents between a cocktail shaker and the glass. She ended with the drink in the glass and twist of lemon hanging off the rim, and slid the glass toward him.“If you’re going to come bother me at work, then the least you can do is buy a drink,” she said. He slid over a crisp banknote and she rolled her eyes as she pocketed the cash and put a smaller amount in bills in the register. “Show off.” He had given her $100 and the drink was maybe $6.“The mermaid get-up suits you,” Mark said, his eyes flicking up and down her form. “I didn’t know you worked here.”“Well now you do,” she retorted as she set out glasses for a drink a group of three Aecha had just put in. “So finish your drink and go home. It’s bad enough that I already had to see you once this week. I’m not coming with you. You know it and I know it so what’s the point?” Mark just stayed silent as he sipped the drink. He held back a grimace.“What is this called?” He said, pushing the drink back towards her. She finally cracked a grin.“Poison point,” she t