“You need money, don’t you? Beg me. Then I’ll pour as much as you want into you.”

Seorin stood alone at the edge of despair. The man who had put a leash on her pushed her even further.

“Keep running away. I don’t know how far you can run, though.”

Taegyeom tamed her, and Seorin was tamed by him. But she had to escape from the fence he allowed.

“Beg me. Just as I begged you.”

Ultimately, when she ran, the distrust between them became irreversible. Now, who is the one wearing the leash?