Han jisung

Han woke up to the pungent stench of sewage, cheap tobacco, and heavy, lecherous pheromones. His head was splitting, and his wrists and ankles were raw from the heavy chains shackling him to the cage bars. A low hum of voices surrounded him."Look at that waist! And the face—like a doll," a greasy voice called out from somewhere to the right.Han lunged despite his exhaustion, the chains rattling against the metal. He understood his situation immediately. Many eyes watched him through the bars, filled with cold calculation."Stay back," Han rasped, his voice harsh with contempt. "Do not come any closer."A man who had reached toward the cage quickly pulled his hand away, startled by the intensity in Han’s gaze. The captive appeared defiant and nearly impossible to control."He is far too dangerous," voices murmured in the crowd. "He looks as though he would strike at any moment."Potential buyers began to move on. Despite his striking appearance, Han possessed the spirit of a cornered predator. His captors had tried to weaken his resolve by withholding food, but the tactic backfired; the hunger only sharpened his focus and deepened his defiance toward those who held him captive.He remained watchful, waiting for any opportunity to break free, his anger growing with every passing moment.