[Oppa – a Korean word that younger females use to address older males, usually when they're close]

She woke up suddenly in a large room illuminated with white light. At first Ye Eun thought she was in the hospital, but she soon found out that it was a completely different place. In one moment Ye Eun remembered what had happened before she suddenly lost consciousness. Ye Eun was returning on foot from a party, at which she had quarreled with her boyfriend. She felt cold because she did not wear anything very warm, since she had come to the party with him in his car... A familiar car drove past her but then stopped nearby, and Ye Eun was glad to see a familiar face. But then she began to feel uncomfortable, and at some point, she lost consciousness. Ye Eun felt that she shouldn't be here now. Danger. This word was unbearably pounding in her head the whole time. Ye Eun didn't know why she agreed to go with him. From the very beginning, she felt that something was wrong with him. So why did she agree? That was a very good question... Nevertheless, Ye Eun didn't trust him at all, even though they had known each other for some time. Ah, if she only could go back to that unfortunate moment... Ye Eun would definitely make a different decision. Instead of getting into his car, she would have taken a taxi or the bus. Unfortunately, it was too late now for those kinds of thoughts. Ye Eun didn't know exactly what awaited ahead, but something told her that she was in huge trouble. The very appearance of this room did not bode well.

Right now Ye Eun was lying down on the cold table, strapped down tightly. She still felt a little dizzy, probably because of the weird-smelling liquid in which the cloth that he had suddenly put on her lips had been soaked, after suddenly stopping the car in some remote area. Ye Eun looked around the room to see everything better and maybe come up with some escape route. This place was empty and cold, like a morgue, with only a few metal cabinets, a trolley table like the one found in an operating room (with probably something lying on it), one wooden table on which lay a small bouquet of pink flowers, and a little further a large, metal door. It was probably locked with a code because, by the door lock, she could see something like a covered keyboard, similar to those locks she saw on the door to her family mansion or her brother's summer house in Gwangju. But she wasn't sure of anything because her sight was still blurry. This place resembled an operating room or laboratory where some illegal experiments were carried out, and a strong shiver went down her spine at the very thought of it. Ye Eun felt like she was in some cheap horror movie, but she didn't feel like laughing at all. She jerked the straps a few times, holding on to the stupid hope that they would finally give. Unfortunately, all her efforts came to nothing, so she soon fell into convulsive sobs. Ye Eun didn't want to die, not in this awful place, not so fast. She was still so young, had so many plans and dreams... It couldn't end this way. Ye Eun didn't even want to let this thought come into her head. It would probably be better if it turned out to be a movie; then there would be a greater chance that a policeman or other daredevil would appear, someone who wasn't afraid of the murderer.

"Help me... Somebody save me..." she tried to scream but could not manage anything but a pleading whisper, her throat tight with fear. "Oh God... Save me, please." At the same time, in her mind, Ye Eun prayed more fervently than she ever had before in her relatively short twenty-two years of life. Before her eyes the memories began to fly: her mother's face, her friends, her beloved boyfriend, her older brother... Ye Eun squeezed her eyes tightly, trying to stop the tears that would not stop flowing. The coolness of the room was really unbearable; it was killing her even more. Ye Eun had no idea how long she had been lying down here like this, alone. Her dizziness continued, and it felt like she was going crazy. Ye Eun knew that if he came here, she would die for sure. Ye Eun had no idea where that certainty came from, but that didn't change the fact that she was sure of it. That's why Ye Eun was trying so hard to figure out a way to escape while she had at least a minimal chance of success. Giving up without a fight never was an option, right? Besides, maybe at least she would gain some time, enough for some hero to potentially save her. Maybe it was a stupid thought, but sometimes in life there were scenarios straight out of the movies. Being a daughter from a wealthy family, she thought she would never be in danger of something like this. Since childhood, she had been guarded by her mother and older brother, and her father employed bodyguards... Ye Eun knew she was a public figure and a valuable member of the Choi family. She promised her father so many times that she would not go anywhere without at least one bodyguard... So why had she been so stupid, why had she left that party without a word? Ye Eun doubted that someone would start looking for her. Certainly not today. At most tomorrow. If she didn't come back home or answer the phone, her mother would start to worry. But did she have until tomorrow? Something inside her was clearly screaming that she didn't have that much time. Ye Eun was afraid that she had only a few hours to live. To make matters worse, lying still on this hard table, strapped down with all these belts, waiting for certain death drove her crazy. She struggled again, praying for a miracle. Couldn't these belts loosen a little bit...? She could then free her hands and everything else would fall into place. However, the belts seemed to be fastened tightly, and even when she struggled, they were not about to loosen a millimeter.

Suddenly Ye Eun heard the sound of approaching footsteps, as if someone was just above her head. Had she been in the basement all this time? That explained the chill, but it also made the whole situation much worse. It wasn't enough that she had to somehow free herself from these belts, but now she also had to escape from a basement? She felt despair slowly envelop her, and her hope to escape this awful place slowly began to dwindle, but Ye Eun still clung to it desperately. She had to get out of here somehow... If she was in this horror movie, then she was going to be the main character, not some supporting role that dies at the very beginning in the most ridiculous way you can imagine.

Once again, she began to pull on her belts stubbornly, even though she had less and less strength to do it. That was when the door opened. She immediately turned her eyes in that direction, but her sight was still a little bit blurry. All she could see was the male figure slowly coming down the stairs. He had dark hair, was slim and tall, and was dressed in a white shirt and dark pants—that was all she could see. He stopped some distance away from her and seemed to be watching her from afar for some time. Ye Eun's heart began to pound harder, and terror chilled the blood in her veins.

"I see that my princess has already woken up," he spoke up after a moment. She recognized his voice right away. There was a sense of joy and excitement clearly audible in it. "Forgive me for having to put you on such an uncomfortable bed, in such a cold place, but otherwise you would try to escape, wouldn't you? And I can't let you do that, even though you are my princess." She heard him laughing lightly. Then he walked over to a nearby metal cabinet and took something out of it, but from a distance, with still blurry vision, she had no chance of seeing what it could be. However, the anxiety she had felt since getting in his car earlier in the evening increased sharply, as if her intuition was predicting the worst possible scenario.

"Oh my God, I beg you. Send somebody to save me," Ye Eun prayed in her thoughts because her throat was still squeezed with fear. "I promise I will always listen to my father. That I will not leave without a guard at night. I will stop arguing with my boyfriend. I will start talking to my brother more. And I will stop going to these damn parties. So please, save me today..." she begged, feeling tears running down her cheeks.

Finally he approached Ye Eun, holding an object in his hand. Finally she recognized what it was: a vial filled with colorless liquid. Later, however, her eyes went to the face of her captor. From the beginning, Ye Eun kind of knew it was him, but it wasn't his face she wanted to see. If it were someone else, a stranger, she could understand. But him? They knew each other so well, and despite various strange situations, she never thought that he would hurt her.

"Oppa... Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, sobbing softly. Ye Eun still wanted to think that this was some kind of joke and he would immediately release her from these belts. That their friends would pop out with a camera from around the corner and shout, "We got you!" and then everyone would laugh—just like in some stupid variety show with a hidden camera.

"Ye Eun-ah..." he turned to her, and his expression grew serious for a moment. "I won't hurt you, believe me. I just want you to be beautiful forever," he continued, smiling again, and in his eyes, a sparkle of madness could be seen. Although he was smiling, there was clearly no emotion behind it. "This process can be a bit painful. After all, you'll become immortal, so there's a price... But I don't want you to suffer, so I got something that will prevent the pain." He showed her the vial in his hand. "Thanks to this, you will fall asleep and won't feel anything. It will be a painless path to eternal life for you, my dear," he added, putting on white latex gloves and then taking a syringe and a sterile needle from a nearby table.

"Oppa, please... You don't have to do that..." Ye Eun tried to say something more, but he put a finger to her lips. When she felt the touch of latex on her skin, a strong sob shook Ye Eun's whole body.

"Quiet, my princess... Don't be afraid. It won't hurt, really," he assured her, though neither his eyes nor his voice showed any signs of concern. Then, after attaching a needle to the syringe, he drew the right amount of liquid from the vial and approached her arm. Panic swept over the girl, so she started struggling, preventing him from inserting the needle.

"Ye Eun-ah!" he raised his voice, but there was still no emotion audible in it. "Do not make this harder. You're forcing me to hurt you," he added in warning, and only after these words did something like a shadow of anger mixed with pain flash across his face. It was gone within a few seconds.

"By doing all this, you're hurting me more, Oppa. You can't make someone immortal, you just want to kill me!" Ye Eun had no idea how she had managed to gather enough courage to say those words. However, immediately after that, her body began to shake even more. Her heart almost ripped out of her chest, it was beating so fast.

Hearing what she said, he froze suddenly with the syringe in his hand, glancing at her without a word. His poker face showed no emotion, even in his eyes. One could not read what was happening in his head at that moment. Now he really looked like a mannequin, especially his face. Although his figure also did not deviate too much from that of a mannequin.

Ye Eun was lying there, staring at him, nervously expecting some reaction. Did she hit a tender spot? Ye Eun did not know whether to regret her words or be glad that she had dared to throw them out. She had no idea what his reaction would be. Would these words save her or ruin her completely? That moment seemed to go on forever, driving her crazy. If Ye Eun had more strength, she would gladly scream as loud as possible, at least to relieve the tension. Suddenly he moved, put the syringe on a nearby table, and then leaned over Ye Eun, his hands resting on both sides of her head. When he was so close to her like this, she felt so cornered, more cornered than she had ever felt in her life.

"Ye Eun-ah... You still don't understand anything," he sighed, looking at her with an expression reminiscent of sorrow, but it was too artificial to be considered real sadness. "Beautiful women are usually empty, seeming to have nothing inside. But you are different. That's why I don't want your beauty to fade away over the years. You deserve to be beautiful forever. You are a chosen one and should feel honored," he said with a very serious expression. Everything he said sounded like total nonsense. Evidently he was not right in the head and should be locked in some kind of asylum or mental hospital. Ye Eun really didn't expect such paranoia from him. She literally couldn't understand it.

Finally he straightened up and reached for the syringe again. He checked the pressure and slowly brought the needle closer to her skin. The girl's body, as if in a last attempt at self-defense, began to shake, but he held her arm tightly and stuck the needle in. Then he pressed the plunger.

"No, it's impossible... This is not really happening... Somebody help..." she thought in despair, feeling a puncture then a slight pinch in the place where the needle struck. A few seconds later, the image in front of her eyes became more and more blurred, her body grew weaker, and she was slowly losing her ability to breathe. Ye Eun looked at him one last time, pleading, and felt her muscles flex slightly as if they were defending her body with their last strength. But he only stood above her, watching intently as if waiting for something. Ye Eun tried to fight, but the poison quickly spread through her bloodstream, and she couldn't stop it by any means. Ye Eun was dying slowly but painlessly. As he said, it didn't hurt at all. Just seconds later, she drifted off into oblivion, as if falling asleep. He turned her head so that her eyes fell on the ceiling. With her last bits of strength, she watched the frightening whiteness blur her vision more and more. She closed her eyes and felt her last tears run down her cheeks, down to her neck. Not long after that, Ye Eun let out her last breath.

He just waited for it. When the girl completely lost consciousness, he checked her pulse. She was dead. Finally. He had been preparing for this moment for a long time. The other girls before her were mostly experiments that had helped him polish his skills to perfection so that he could finally bring his plan to fruition. This whole time, he had been preparing only for her, so she could become his completely perfect creation. With his hand, for the last time, he stroked her cheek, which was getting colder. Her skin was so wonderfully soft, like the best quality silk. Ye Eun's face didn't change much, her complexion had always been pale. He slightly opened her eyelids, which she had closed before falling asleep, to admire their beautiful hazel eye color again. He touched her lips gently with his fingertips. They were as delicate as rose petals, and their color also matched these beautiful flowers. With his second hand, he touched her wonderfully soft, long black hair, running his hand down her neck, breasts, and waist—all the way to her hips. He felt really excited when his hand slowly slid under her short skirt, between her legs, and under the fabric of her skimpy panties. He felt wonderful, finally able to slip his fingers inside of her, to her very center. He slid them in and out several times, feeling his growing pleasure. His lips kissed her cold body, every inch of skin that had been exposed. Then he unzipped his pants with one hand and slid them down slightly to let out his full-grown erection. He put his hand around it tightly and began to move up and down while the fingers of his other hand were still inside her. His breathing quickened, and a few low moans escaped his mouth. He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip hard. Having dreamt about it for so long, he came very quickly. His entire load landed on the floor because he didn't want to get her dirty. Ye Eun, his wonderful princess, must look perfect. He cleaned up quickly and prepared everything for the real work. He had a lot to do if he was going to make her immortal and beautiful forever. In addition, the next day, he had to leave his usual present on the road where he took Ye Eun today.

Until now, every day he had become more and more afraid that his princess would leave him. She grew older and older, and he was afraid that her beauty would be tarnished soon. She was perfect right now, so he had to stop time and immortalize this perfect image. Thanks to his hard work, Ye Eun would always remain beautiful and never leave him. In addition, he would now be able to touch her whenever he wanted.

When everything was ready for the procedure, he immediately moved the metal trolley table full of various medical equipment usually used during surgery closer to the hospital bed where Ye Eun was lying down. He put on white latex gloves, took the scissors in his hand, and began to cut away her clothes. First, he took some blood, placing the test tube filled with it on the second table, where a small bouquet of artificial cherry blossoms was already lying in the corner, ready for tomorrow.