"She was a beautiful woman, The Madam.

I never got to hear her name, ever.

She was so mysterious it was hard to even figure out that she was the head of the whole brothel.

She had the most beautiful of smells to her, her body always coated with the sweetest of scents. She bathed in rose water, and her hair always smelled of cherry blossoms.

She had a delicate figure, always making sure to have me bathe her, my eyes covered with a silky ribbon.

She'd guide my hand to her body, often letting me feel what I could not feel when looking into her eyes.

Her smile was rare, but even so, it could light up any room she entered.

She often brushed her hair in front of me and allowed me to touch it on occasions.

It was soft yet heavy, long all the way down to her waist, just under her tail bone.

Her hands were soft, yet when they scratched my back they felt like small thorns ready to tear me apart.

She was a hunter. A predator ready for her next meal.

I?

Her eager prey.

Her hands would often roam my body as I slept, caressing me with a feather-like touch. She'd sing me to sleep, her voice far different from those women who worked at the brothel under her. They had voices of small birds chirping at the wind.

Her's was sexy, alluring to say the least. Like a siren at sea, pulling in men and making them do her bidding with a simple snap of her fingers.

She had this thing to her that made my knees go weak. Her eyes so hazed and deep, I would often get lost in them.

She loved teasing me, using her lips to make me feel like the luckiest man on earth but never giving me the satisfaction I wanted. Not until I earned it.

Every day in that hell I lived, happily, well-fed, and cared for.

It was a living nightmare when I thought of her with another man while I waited for her to come toy with me.

Seeing her come back home with her lipstick smeared often broke my heart, but she'd reward me for behaving every time she returned, assuring me that only I she cared for. That only I was special.

She… Took my first everything, and I wouldn't have it any other way officer.”

“Sorry Mr. Park Jimin, but weren't you kidnapped, put into human trafficking, shot, harassed and tortured by those same women?” the man sitting in front of him questioned, raising an eyebrow at the young boy in front of him.

Jimin was a mere 23-year-old college student, living in the outskirts of town.

He had gone missing three years prior, and now that the police had finally found him and gotten him back to his old life, he hated it.

He wanted to go back. Back to when he felt loved and cared for by his many “sisters”. But also, back to the embrace of the woman who held his heart.

“Only her mother would torture me, officer… She... The madam was a goddess, always looking after me and letting me cry on her chest, cleaning my wounds after her mother had her way with me. The madam protected me…she freed me from where I didn't want to be free.”

“Mr. Park, please explain to me what you came to do here? If you're not here to help the police bring her in, then what are you doing here?”

“Officer Jeon, I heard you had become a detective recently, and I would like to ask a favor. I would like for you sir to go find my dear madam. I want to see her again. This isolation is driving me insane and I don't know how much longer I'll last before I break. Please officer… help me find her!”

💋-The Madam

I hope you enjoyed the prologue. Depending on how fast I can start wrapping up Invisible Girl (and also if I get demands for it) I'll update this often. It's all about supply and demand, supply, and demand.

Mama KoalaBeaw
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