Youngjae took in a few deep breaths to calm himself as he watched Bang Yongguk load his pistol. He looked around the room, remembering the last time he'd been in here. He took in a shaky breath. This was where he'd been forced to take drugs. It was hard being in the room. Everything was replaying so vividly and he could feel everything so clearly again. The dread, the fear and most of all – the pleasure. Youngjae bit at his lower lip, his hands nervously fidgeting as he tried to fight off the feelings.