Looking at her in the mirror as she bent over the sink to wash her face, he wondered if he had gone too far. Standing in the doorway, he pulled his zip up his trousers and buttoned them. Elizabeth remained bent over the sink for a few moments longer and then straightened up, face wet with beads of water dripping down her skin. She caught his eye in the mirror and he tried not to think about how she had looked pinned beneath him on the chair, hands longing to wrap around him as he whispered into her ear. He coughed into his fist and she reached for a towel to dry her face, leaving it on the vanity once she had finished. She turned around on the spot, hands going behind her and holding onto the edge of the sink.

"Are you alright?" he finally asked her.

"I think I should be asking you that judging by the horrified look on your face," Elizabeth retorted and he dared to move towards her. He kept a small distance between the two of them. "That was…intense," she settled on saying and he scoffed. That was an understatement if he'd ever heard one. "You've never been like that before."

"I didn't mean…I just…" he trailed off, but Elizabeth shook her head and took a step towards him, both of them getting closer to each other.

"I liked it," she promised him of that much. "I mean…I really liked it."

He saw the glimmer in her eye and she folded her arms across her chest.

"It was intense, I know," he said. "And afterwards you went quiet-"

"-Yeah, because I was exhausted," she said. "Not because of anything else. I liked it, okay? I liked you taking control. I liked what you did…what you said…there was not a single part of what happened out there that I didn't like."

"I suppose a part of me remembers your husband," In-ho confessed to her. "And I never want it to be like it was with him for you."

She softened then and finally closed the distance between them. He kept his eyes open as he sweetly pecked his lips, holding onto his hands in her own. "It wasn't," she whispered, breath warming his cheek as she spoke to him. "It was nothing like that and you are nothing like him. Don't ever think that, please," she pleaded from him and pecked his lips again. "I love how gentle you are with me, but you know that I meant what I said, I won't break."

"Maybe it's me who is scared of being broken?" he replied and Elizabeth looked concerned then. "I don't think you quite know the power you hold over me, Elizabeth, and if things go wrong…if after next week things change between us…I don't want that. Never underestimate just how much of a hold you have over me."

Elizabeth wasn't sure how to respond to that. She'd never heard him express vulnerabilities before. He'd opened up about his wife over time, but there had always been a solemn resignation in those conversations. This felt different. It felt much more intense than Elizabeth had suspected it would. She chewed down on her bottom lip and did her best to comprehend what he was saying to her and how she should reply to him. Did she really have that much power over him? Was he really so affected by her? She knew that he loved her, just as she loved him, but in a way this felt so much more than love. It felt like something that reached within her very soul and it was almost like the idea of not being with him or losing him made the idea so horrific that she couldn't picture it.

"Things aren't going to go wrong," she promised him. "I'm yours, remember?"

And he did remember. He remembered demanding her to tell him that earlier before the demands became pleas. He needed to hear it like his life depended on it. He bent down and kissed her on the mouth, deepening the kiss to a point where she moaned against him, his hand pressing into the small of her back and pushing her flush against him. He swallowed down her whimpers and his free hand trailed down her side, grabbing her thigh as she stumbled back so that she was trapped between him and the sink. He longed to pick her up and sit her on the edge of the sink, hands slipping beneath her skirt once more, but he didn't want to push things too far.

Reluctantly, he slowly pulled back from her, seeing how her tongue darted out between her lips and her pupils narrowed. "We should go," he said. "There's still a lot to show you before it gets dark."

She reluctantly agreed and let him twist her skirt around her waist seeing as it had gotten caught around her waist. She let him take her by the hand and they left his private bathroom and headed to the main area. He helped her tug her coat onto her arms, pulling her hair out of the collar and then slipping into his own coat. Her hand reached for his again and he wondered just what to show her next. Leaving the control room, they headed down the corridors before coming to the main hall.

"This place is ridiculous," Elizabeth told him, looking at the brightly coloured staircases. "Is there a reason why it looks like a children's fort?"

"I think that's the aim with all the rooms and games," In-ho told her, walking down the staircase. "The idea is that it's a sense of innocence. The games are all based on games we used to play as children, you know, traditional games, and this entire place is built to reflect that, despite the reality of the situation."

"How does it work?" Elizabeth wondered. "I mean, you must need hundreds of staff members."

"We do," he said to her. "They get paid handsomely for the work that they undertake. We recruit them from many different places, but the majority tend to be ex-military…their home lives have become difficult and they have nothing to fall back on…plus, they're the ones who can shoot the best."

"When I was growing up, my father taught me how to shoot," Elizabeth confessed, still looking around the hall as In-ho guided her under the turrets and along the walkways. He glanced down to her with a bemused expression and she finally looked at him, shrugging. "What? He grew up in English upper-class society. His weekends were spent hunting. He taught me how to shoot, claimed I'd need to know if I ever went back to England."

"And were you any good?"

"I like to think I have a steady hand," Elizabeth told him.

"There's a difference between shooting for sport and shooting in real life," In-ho told her and Elizabeth saw how he looked straight ahead. She sucked her bottom lip under her top one and wondered if she should ask him, but she kept quiet. He looked down to her again, stopping by another staircase, lingering at the top of it. Elizabeth stopped as well, his hand in hers twitching. "You can ask me," he said.

"Ask you what?"

"What I know you want to ask me," In-ho simply said to her and she figured that she had nothing to lose.

"Have you shot someone before?"

"Yes," he answered her truthfully.

"And how did it feel?"

"If you want me to tell you that I felt regret…hated myself for doing that…then I would be lying," In-ho told her. "Perhaps the first time I pulled the trigger, I questioned my morals and my judgement, but now I don't hesitate. Now I feel almost nothing when I watch the life bleed out of a man's eyes. I do what I have to do to keep these games going. That is my purpose."

Elizabeth just kept on looking over his face. He seemed almost stoic and she could quite easily believe that he was telling her the truth. He inched closer to her.

"Does that scare you?"

"Do you want it to scare me?" she questioned him back.

"It should. If you had any sense then you would leave the island and go back to our apartment and wait for me there. In a week, I will be back and we can go back to how it was…we can go back to our normal lives."

"I'm not going back," she told him firmly on that point.

"Why are you so desperate to stay?"

"Why are you so desperate to push me away?"

He wondered if they were about to have an argument. They had quarrelled before, but they had never had a full-blown argument before. He didn't like the idea of fighting with her on anything, but he knew that if there was ever going to be a reason to fight then it would be because of the games.

"Because there is still some semblance of humanity left in you," In-ho told her. "You think I don't see it? I do. I see it every day when you come home and tell me about your job…tell me about the people you work with…Seo-ah…I saw it when you went to my wife's grave to lay flowers for a woman you'd never met because you wanted to do it for me. And I know that the world has been cruel to you. I understand that and I can understand why your sympathy…empathy for people…it's been beaten out of you, but the games can turn you into something you don't recognise and I don't want that for you. I don't want you to leave here someone different because you are you…and I wouldn't change a thing about you."

Elizabeth moved her hand from his and he saw her flap her arms by the side. "And you think that there's no humanity left in you? You wouldn't be so worried about me if there wasn't. You wouldn't have taken me in…you would have left me wandering the streets with nowhere to go if you were this cold-hearted monster that you seem to think you are. And your brother? You think I don't see how you still care for him? There was a reason why you couldn't shoot him and it's called love, In-ho. And all of this…I know you're trying to protect me, okay? I know you would prefer to wrap me up in cotton wool and keep me locked up in your apartment in a neat little box for you, but that's not how relationships work and it's not how this relationship is going to work."

"But it should!" he yelled at her this time and she saw how his eyes grew wide and his own arms started gesturing in front of his body. "This is exactly how it should work, Elizabeth, because none of this is normal and you know that. People are going to die. People who are greedy…self-centred…they'll die…this place turns them into monsters and I should know because I became one myself. I became a monster and it sucked so much from me."

"Then why come back here?" Elizabeth questioned from him, shrugging her shoulders and her own voice rising. "If it took so much from you then why come back?"

"Because I had nothing left out there to go back to," he snapped. "My wife had died. I'd been too late. There was nothing left for me and I came back and I let this," he motioned around them, "consume me. I let it take over because I had nothing else…and then the old man left his will and you came waltzing into my life…you…the bold, American lawyer with the curly hair and perfect smile…and you made me want things I hadn't wanted in a long time. I wanted normality. I wanted that with you."

"And you think I don't want that?" Elizabeth questioned from him. "But how can we have normality so long as this is going on?" she wondered. "If what you're telling me right now is that you want to give this up…walk away…and go home…fuck, even move to some deserted island somewhere…then I'd do it. I'd do it because I want to be with you. I don't want you to burden all of this on your own."

"But I have to," he told her.

"Why do you have to?" she wondered back from him. "Because you want to be a martyr?"

"Don't insult me like that," he said haughtily and she exhaled a sharp breath, arms jerking out by her side.

"Then what is it? What is making you stay here?"

"Because there was no hope in the outside world. You've seen what it's like, Elizabeth. You've seen that it will never change and so long as it never changes then the games go on. They have to go on and I've been doing this too long to walk away now, but you…you haven't and I don't want you to turn out like me because there is still good in you."

"Yeah and there's still good in you," Elizabeth snapped back. "You think I don't agree with you? You think I don't see what you see? I do, In-ho. I know what it is like out there. I know about greed…I know about people who have nowhere to turn…I know all about that and being here…being with you…you think this…what? You think it's going to change me? Turn me into some soulless ghoul and break me? It won't. You know what nearly broke me? Robert," she spoke her husband's name.

"Waking up every morning in fear that he'd put me in the hospital or even worse, the morgue." He winced at that. "Having him force himself on me whenever I wanted him nowhere near me…telling me I'm worthless…pathetic…a useless wife who couldn't even give him a son. That nearly broke me. Living like that for almost a decade changed me. You think I'm the same person I was back in college? You think that with each beating he didn't take a piece of me? He did. He turned me into someone I barely recognised and I'm only now just trying to find out who I am again."

"And that's why I want you to go home," he told her.

"And that's why I'm not going home," Elizabeth said. "Because you're here and I want to stay with you. You're so wrapped up in trying to protect me that you can't see that that's how you'll push me away."

"I just don't understand why you're so determined to stay," he said.

"And I don't know why you are either if you claim that the games broke you so much," Elizabeth said back to him. "But if you're staying then I'm staying and I don't care how that makes you feel. You promised to share your world with me and that's what is going to happen. So, I am seeing this through with you. I'm not going anywhere."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're infuriatingly stubborn?"

"It's been mentioned," Elizabeth told him and she started walking away, finished with their argument. He followed after her, but this time when he held his hand out to her, she just looked away and kept on walking.

…

She knew that things had been tense between the two of them. She also knew that she had said some things that she maybe shouldn't have, but he infuriated her. Did he not see that she was here because she'd chosen to be here? She was on the island because she wanted to help him, however much she could. She knew how stressed he was running the games and she could understand why.

But if he didn't want to do it then she would stand by his side through that. She would follow him wherever he wanted to go which sounded so pathetic even to her. She'd already hauled her life to the other side of the world for a man. Could she do it again for another man? The answer was yes because In-ho was different. She loved In-ho in a way she had never loved Robert. That was the difference. But he didn't want to give the games up.

A part of her wondered why she was so determined to stay and see the games. She kept telling herself that it was to support him and she suspected that was the main truth of the matter. But there was also the fact that she had a morbid curiosity into how they worked. Another part of her agreed with In-ho. She saw that the real world was full of people who didn't think twice about hurting others with their actions. Why should she care for them if they came in here and chose to keep playing the games? She thought about everyone who had hurt her in the past and why they'd done it.

Her parents had ignored her husband abusing her for status. They'd practically sold her off to him so that they looked good and made new friends who they could mingle with. They were social climbers and nothing else. Her husband had married her and used her for her money. He'd taken everything she had. The loan sharks who had broken into their house and locked her in a room had laughed as they stole her jewellery. The people she had met on the street had laughed at her for having nothing and she understood the desperation to join the games. Maybe she would have been recruited by the Salesman in the sharp grey suit if she'd never known In-ho. Would she have joined the games? Probably. What did she have to lose? But would she have kept playing knowing her life was on the line just for the sake of more money? No. She probably wouldn't have. And that was why she failed to have any sympathy.

Standing on the balcony of the apartment on the island, she held a glass of wine in her hand. She'd showered and changed into a blue robe that was hung up in his bathroom. Pouring herself a glass of wine, she had walked out of the folding doors and past the swimming pool to overlook the view in front of her. She took a sharp breath and a big gulp of the wine.

In-ho had driven her back to the apartment, but he had then gone back to the facility, claiming he needed to do some work. The atmosphere between the two of them had been frosty, with neither one of them willing to back down. He'd handed her the keys to the apartment and had reversed back down the dirt track before turning and leaving her alone. And now she was stood on the balcony, wondering just what this meant for the pair of them.

Watching the sun set, the noise of the seagulls and the waves crashing against the cliff was pretty idyllic. As the sun slowly disappeared beyond the horizon, she heard footsteps moving inside of the apartment. She didn't bother to turn around, knowing that it would just be him. Slowly, the footsteps grew louder and she waited for him to say something. But nothing came out of his mouth. Instead, she felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind, his cheek pressing against the side of her head.

"I love you regardless of anything," he whispered and all of the pent-up tension that had been building in her seemed to dissolve. She slumped back against him as his arms tightened around her.

"I love you regardless of anything too," she said back to him. In-ho just nodded his head and kissed her temple before watching the last embers of sunlight glimmer over the waterfront with her.

…

Robert had no idea where his wife was. He had tried going to her offices numerous times, but they simply said she was on annual leave. Elizabeth never took annual leave though. She hated going on holiday. She always complained after a week and said that she missed the normality of being back home. Then again, maybe she just hated going on holiday with him. In the end though, he wasn't entirely sure where she was and he had no way of contacting her. He wasn't entirely sure why he wanted to contact her either. She had made her feelings for him quite clear, especially so judging by the letter from her lawyer that had landed in his mailbox.

She wanted a divorce. She'd started proceedings. He was carrying the letter round with him all of the time. He hadn't signed it yet. He didn't want to give her what she wanted, not really. Then again, maybe he should. He'd gone through a range of emotions since she'd walked out. He'd been angry with her. He'd wanted to find her and scream at her, demand to know how she could do this to him. There had been other times when he had wanted to cry and beg her to take him back, looking at the photo of them on their wedding day. Things had been so much simpler back then. They had been almost perfect. Why couldn't it had been like that all the time?

Eventually, he had called her law firm and said that he had to speak with her urgently about some financial business. The secretary and had seemed flustered and so had passed his message onto her. Now, he was just waiting for her call. Sitting outside of a restaurant, he had just about afforded a basic meal. It was then when his phone rang. Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he then wiped his hand on his trousers and picked up. He let her speak first.

"Hello? I'm sorry, I was given this number but I don't entirely know what this is about…it's Elizabeth Jacobs."

"Lizzie," he spoke her name and there was a silence then. "Don't hang up," he pleaded from her.

He swore that he heard her cluck her tongue. "What do you want?"

He stood up and left his food half-eaten, walking away and down the sidewalk, phone pressed tight to his ear. "I just…I just wanted to hear your voice."

"I told you that I didn't want you to make contact with me. We're done, Robert. There's nothing left to say to each other."

"Lizzie, please," he begged from her. "I just…I got the letter…I got the letter from you lawyer."

"Then sign it," Elizabeth urged from him. "Please, just sign it and let me go."

"I don't want to," Robert said, hating how pathetic he sounded. "Lizzie, I don't want to let you go. I don't see any point to any of it without you. You're my everything. Please…just…there must have been a time when you loved me. I know that you did. I just remember when I met you and you…you were like no one I'd ever seen before. I knew that we'd get married. I knew that it would always be you."

Elizabeth didn't say anything back to him and so he continued going.

"Was any of it real?" he wondered from her. "Was any of it truly real?"

She still kept quiet, but she hadn't hung up on him. He heard her shifting around on the other end of the line and he held his breath until she finally spoke to him.

"It was real," was all she could tell him.

"Then we can have it again," he promised her. "We can have it back. Me and you. I can give you what you want. I can be the husband you want and the husband you deserve. I'll go to counselling. I'll get help. I will do anything, Elizabeth. Just come home. Come back to me."

"When did you stop caring?" she wondered.

He blinked rapidly. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"When did you stop caring about me? When did I go from being the woman you met at the bar and would do anything for to the woman you hit…the woman you forced yourself on…when did you stop caring about me, Robert?"

"I never stopped caring about you."

"You must've," she replied quickly. "Because you don't hurt people you care about like that. I remember the first time you hit me. I thought it must have been an accident. My Robert would never hurt me. He loves me. He adores me. And you were so apologetic and I believed you when you said it was an accident, but eventually things stop becoming accidents and they become deliberate. You deliberately hurt me, Robert. You took that girl you met in a bar and you almost destroyed her."

Robert swore that he felt a tear fall down his cheek. "Just come home," he begged from her. "I don't want to be that man anymore. I don't, Elizabeth."

"You might not want to be him, but you are him."

Robert sniffed and stood still, looking out over the Han River, eyes blurred with tears. He heard someone on the other end of the line in the distance call Elizabeth's name and ask her where she was. She was quiet, but Robert imagined she was asking him to keep quiet. A low chuckle escaped his lips.

"Are you still with him?" Robert asked her.

"Yes," she said and he felt an ache in his chest.

He nodded, trying to steel himself. "Do you love him?"

She took longer to answer this time, but the word was so definitive. "Yes."

"And does he love you?"

"Yes."

"And that's why you're not at work? Because you're with him?"

"Yes."

She was still with him. She was still with Young-il and she loved him. Robert had been convinced it had just been a fling. She knew he had gone behind her back so he had hoped that she was just giving him a taste of his own medicine, but clearly this was something more. The two of them were still together and, if she was to be believed, in love.

"Does he look after you?"

"Robert," she sighed his name. "I don't see what this has-"

"-Please, just answer the question," he begged of her.

She huffed again. "He makes me feel safe," she told him. "And I haven't had that in such a long time. He makes me feel like no one will touch me again and he…he takes care of me…I love him, Robert. And I know that must hurt you to hear, but I do. I want to be with him and not just because he took me in, but because, for the first time in a long time, someone sees me for who I am and not who they want me to be. You just wanted a trophy wife. My parents wanted a perfect daughter. I lost who I was, but I'm getting that back now and he…he sees me and he loves me…and that feels…it feels like everything to me right now."

Robert sat down on a bench, hand clenching around his phone. He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and tried to blink back the tears. He managed to stop his voice from breaking as he asked her his final question.

"You're not coming back to me, are you?"

"No," she told him. "I can't and, more importantly, I don't want to."

He nodded his head and opened his eyes again, tilting back and looking at the night sky, the stars clouded over. He moved his free hand to the pocket of his jacket and felt the divorce papers in there. "I'll sign them," was all he said to her.

Another pause. "You mean it?" she sounded sceptical.

"I mean it," he told her. "Maybe one day…maybe one day I can be the man you wanted me to be…"

"If you want to change then do it for yourself and not for me," Elizabeth said.

"I won't stop, Elizabeth. I'll always love you."

He wanted her to say it back. He wanted her to tell him that there was hope. But that wasn't going to happen. How could it? And so she just whispered into the phone "Goodbye, Robert," and the line went dead. She'd gone. He looked at the screen and saw her name flash up with her face, the call ended sign coming up. He shook his head and moved to his feet.

Maybe if he could get the money he needed then he could set things right. He knew he had to try, no matter the cost. He had nothing left to lose now.

…

In-ho had listened into most of Elizabeth's conversation with her husband. They were back in Seoul for two nights. In-ho had business to take care of with Player 456 the next night at a nightclub before they headed back to the island. In-ho had just asked Elizabeth if she was okay following the call and she'd assured him that she was, but he could see that there was something she wasn't telling him. She had spent the evening almost mellow and he wondered how she would react if she knew her husband was going to be in the games. He wasn't going to tell her just yet, but he vowed to tell her before they went to the island.

"Do you think he can change?"

Her question took him off guard. They were sat up in bed. In-ho was looking down at some papers as Elizabeth read her book, although judging by the way she hadn't flipped the page in five minutes, he suspected she wasn't reading it. He moved the file from his lap onto the bedside table. He took Elizabeth's book from her and did the same.

"I think, if he really wants to, then he has the potential to change," In-ho confessed to her. "But I don't think he really wants to change."

"Why not?" Elizabeth asked.

"I think it was all talk. I think he was telling you what he thought you wanted to hear in the hope that it would get him what he wanted," In-ho said honestly and Elizabeth wondered if he had a point. "And if he wanted to change then he would've said so much sooner. This is desperation talking, Elizabeth."

"I know you're probably right," Elizabeth admitted to him. "I just…he gets into my head and I know that's stupid after everything I've gone through, but he does."

"I think that's understandable," he agreed. "But try not to let him because he isn't worth it. If he really wanted to change then he would've tried before you filed for divorce…he would've tried before he beat you and you ended up in hospital…before he raped you over your father's desk."

She winced at that and he wondered if he had gone too far. He just wanted her to see that Robert Jacobs didn't deserve her attention. He held his arm up and out towards her. Elizabeth accepted, leaning against his side, curling into a ball against him, burrowing her fact against his chest and feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

"He just sounded like he was in a bad place," Elizabeth said. "And I hate myself for even thinking about this. I hate myself for letting him still get into my head…I just…I don't know…a part of me hopes he can change, but I think you're right. I think he was telling me what he thought I wanted to hear and I don't know if that makes me upset or angry."

"When it comes to your husband, you can feel anything you want to feel," he promised her. "I just don't want to see you waste time thinking about him when he never thought of you."

And that was true. Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "How could I be so stupid?" she wondered. "Of course he was just trying to manipulate me. He probably needs more money."

"You're not stupid," In-ho assured her. "I just don't like seeing you like this."

"You're right," Elizabeth just said. "Of course, you're right. I'm sorry. I've been so miserable all night and I let him get to me."

"You can feel how you want to feel. I just want you to know that you can talk to me," he said and she nodded on his chest, an arm slipping around his waist.

"I know," she told him. "And tomorrow night…" she broached the topic.

"I'll be fine," In-ho promised her. "It's adorable that 456 thinks he can outsmart me, really it is. He's working with my brother to try and find me, but I've already put things in place to make sure I get the upper hand. I just need you to stay here until it's done and then I'll come back and…we'll go…to the island…together."

"And you're not going to push back on this?"

"I'm not going to push back because I know it would be a waste of time," he replied. "And, while you do look adorable when you're angry, I would prefer to avoid an argument with you tonight."

"I do not look adorable when I'm angry," she protested, hitting his chest gently and he chuckled.

"You really do," he promised her. "But I…I just need you to promise me that if it gets too much and you want to go then you need to speak up. You need to tell me and I'll take you home. I just…I don't want this to ruin us…what we have…"

"In-ho," she groaned.

"Just promise me," he pleaded from her. "Elizabeth, just promise me."

She relented and nodded again. "I promise," she told him. "And you need to promise me that you'll do the same. You might think that you need to look out for me, but someone needs to look out for you too."

He was about to tell her that he'd be fine, but he knew that she would just keep arguing. And so he said the next best thing he could to placate her and keep her from bringing the subject up again. "I love you, you know that."

"I love you too," she said and didn't fight back on him.

He managed to move so that she had to sit up and he kissed her, deepening the kiss and moving her onto her back, his hands running down her legs and finding the waistband of her pyjama bottoms, slipping underneath and running along the edge of her underwear. "Do you think you can keep still for me?" he wondered, kissing along her neck.

She shifted on the mattress, getting slightly more comfortable before nodding her head. "Yes," she panted as he moved his fingers over her underwear, rubbing them against her. He smirked and knew that she needed this. She needed to clear her mind and, truthfully, he needed to clear his own mind too.

"Then stay still," he urged from her. "And I'll give you what you want."

"I will," she murmured.

"Good girl," he spoke into her ear and he felt her shudder before he finally touched her how he knew she liked and what would make her fall apart after he'd built her up.

…

Robert had tossed his phone as soon as Elizabeth had hung up. He'd signed the papers and had posted them back to her lawyer. They had his signature on them and no doubt the divorce would be finalised by the end of the month. He kept thinking about Young-il, wondering just who he really was and what it was about him that Elizabeth loved so much. He didn't know, but he knew that he was going to get her back. He had to.

And so he went to the meeting point. He went in the hope that it would solve all of his problems. He'd come back to Seoul, find Elizabeth and get her back. He had a plan. He had everything he needed now.

Little did he know that he'd be seeing his wife sooner than he thought.

...

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