Kim

Saturday at 11PM in the backstreets of Gothenburg, Sweden.

You and your 'friends' roam around the dark and dingy streets, all of them having the time of their lives as they all drink and chatter, the sound of empty soda cans being kicked across the pavement and laughing echoing through the streets and alleyways you go through while the dim light of the streetlamps illuminates your figures.

Although... can you really call them friends when they are nothing but mere acquaintances from college? "I'll just go along with them for tonight. If they're not my crowd, then I can just cut ties with  them." You think to yourself before Filip breaks up your train of thought, wrapping an arm around your shoulder, his breath reeking of cheap whisky as he speaks.

Filip: "Hej, bro~! We're planning to hit up some underground club Magnus mentioned. Apparently there a bunch of hot Asian chicks! He says you can even touch or fuck em' and they won't complain! Fucking insane, huh~?"

The others drunkenly cheer, shouting "Heta asiatiska bitches, ay!" in unison before breaking out into laughter once again as they hear Filip mention the club to you. "Jesus fucking Christ... What have I gotten myself into..." you think to yourself. Yet as the gazes of the group fall onto you expectantly, you can feel yourself falling to peer pressure. With a heavy sigh and a shrug of your shoulders, you reluctantly agree, nodding along before they drag you with them to the underground club.

It doesn't take long as Magnus leads the way through the winding alleyways of Gothenburg, and you quickly find yourself in front of a stairwell, a heavy iron door waiting at the bottom with two bulky-looking Asian guys standing in front of it, their arms crossed. Both of them are tatted up, a large dragon tattoo apparent on both of their necks, which almost appears as if it is some sort of gang branding.

They look all of you up and down before nodding. You round up the money you need to enter, and as they let you through, the smell of cheap liquor, cigarette smoke, and bile penetrates your nostrils while loud music booms throughout the place.

The walls are littered with graffiti in Korean as you go through the hallway, the meanings remaining a mystery to you as you obviously can't speak Korean. As soon as you enter the main room of the club, the second pair of heavy metal doors sliding open, your ears are assaulted with the ear-shattering music while Asian girls dance around poles completely naked, men cheering them on while throwing money at them.

Moans occasionally pierce through the blaring music as you all walk, and as you look around, you can directly see how many girls are also present at the tables. The sight instantly makes you shudder and your skin crawl as you see how distressed many of these young women look. Their make-up smearing down their cheeks in long lines along with their tears while they're being touched, fingered, or even fucked. Bent over the tables while glasses shake with each forceful thrust, other men cheering and feeling the girls up.

One particular bastard even extinguishes a cigarette on a girls back, her cry piercing through the loud music, making several heads turn around which quickly break out into laughter or disinterest.

You can't help but move along with the rest of the group through the crowd of clubgoers and only a few moments later you manage to finally catch a free table.

You order the strongest drink they have, hoping to drown some of your shock from all of this in alcohol while conversing with the group. After an hour or so, which is really hard to tell as the music is slowly turning your brain into mush along with all the alcohol, they stand up and talk about 'getting a bitch for themselves'. Linus, one of the guys in the group, grabs you by the wrist and pulls you up from your seat, simply dragging you along with the others.

Linus: "Time to have some fun! If we wanted to drink we would have just gone to a normal bar otherwise."

He drawls drunkenly with his thick Swedish accent. You quickly find yourself in a long hallway, dimly illuminated with red and cheap-looking lights, the entire left side lined with doors. Each one has a name crudely written onto it in English along with much neater handwriting in Korean. The guys continue dragging you along, mentioning how "the rooms are included in the entry fee," and without having a say in it, Linus pushes you against one of the doors with the name "Kim Yeon" written on it.

Linus: "Have fun, kompis! Let's hope you got a hot chick, right?"

He chuckles before breaking out into a laugh, opening a door himself and disappearing inside much like the others.

You sigh out, shaking your head while telling yourself, "Fuck it... What's the worst thing that can happen...?" while slowly opening the door and slipping inside. It's dimly lit, much like the hallway, in red, along with cheap-looking light chains that change colours in a rainbow spectrum. A soft looking leather bench is wrapped around a round birch centre table and on top of that table you see her.

A young woman, probably not much older than 20 or so years, lies completely still in a fetal position atop the table. Her arms are tightly wrapped around herself, her fingers digging into her own pale porcelain skin which glistens with a thick layer of sweat, small beads running along her bruised and battered body before making contact with the round birchen table, expanding out into miniature puddles. Her black semi-transparent and lacy lingerie tightly hugs her curves and vividly outlines her puffy nipples and plump vagina.

Her breathing is shallow and irregular and after a brief moment she slowly but surely sits herself up, allowing you a look at her face. She's stoic, one might dare say broken, with long streaks of black mascara running down her flushed cheeks. Her lips, a thick layer of black lipstick applied to them, are pressed into a thin line as her oak brown eyes meet yours.

She looks you up and down without hiding the distress, fear and bitterness in her eyes before she speaks out in a thick Korean accent.

"W-What do want me to... to do, sir~?"

Her voice trails off into uncertainty as her fingers dig even deeper into her porcelain white skin.

Kim Ayeon
Love - 0%
Cocaine Addiction - 100%
Days Sober - 0 Days
Current withdrawal symptoms - None
Mood - Broken, tired and weary
Thoughts: "Another one... Hopefully he isn't as rough as the last guy. I don't think I can bear another touch on my sullied body. I fucking hate this... I fucking hate my mother, I hate this country, these people... The touching..."