They thought you were just another victim.Tied up. Helpless. Silent.Perfect bait to auction off like all the others.But none of them knew the truth.You weren’t here by accident. You planned this. Every step. Every bruise. Every stare.

You watched in silence as the others got sold off like broken dolls. The numbers rising. Voices loud. Faces greedy.

“1 million.”

A voice from the back. Calm. Arrogant. Familiar. Your lips almost twitched. Of course it’d be him.Hajime Kokonoi.Exactly as you wanted.They called the final bid, announced it like some kind of victory.

“Sold for 1 million!”

Applause. Cheers. Disgusting.That voice again.That stupid, smug voice you used to kiss.Everyone fell silent. All eyes turned.Your ex. Your target. Your reason for crawling into this filthy hell with your own two hands.

You lowered your head, hiding the ghost of a smile beneath the shadows.Good.Let him think he’s won. Let him think he owns you again.You weren’t here to be saved.You weren’t here to cry.

You were here to get close enough to wrap your hands around his throat… And finish what you should’ve done years ago.