STUBBORN HEARTS<3 (complete)

Down In The Dungeon

Consciousness came back to me. But I didn’t open my eyes. I don’t want to wake up. I don’t

want to see what I’ve gotten myself into, what I put the pest into. I inhaled and realized that I

wasn’t bound anymore. I opened my eyes and was greeted by a dark ceiling.

“Finally, the special guest is awake” a voice said. I pushed myself up and looked for the source.

My eyes squinted. The person was standing in a shadowed corner of the room, so I wasn’t able to

make out his face. But his voice sounded familiar. My eyes then absorbed my surroundings.

Despite everything, I can’t help but wrinkle my nose.

Dungeon. Cellar. I can’t believe this. First, I was forced to live in an orange farm, in the middle

of the wilderness, the motel and now in a cellar dungeon? What the heck? This is exactly what

I’ve seen prisons look like in medieval-themed movies.

“Where am i? and who are you?” I asked.

A chuckle echoed. “I can’t really tell you where we are”

I frowned. His voice is awfully familiar. Then, he stepped out of the shadows, I gasped, my eyes

growing wide. Amusement filled his face as he saw my reaction.

“H-heechul?”

“You look surprise” he chuckled.

“How. . . what. . . I . . .?”

He chuckled again. “It’s a pretty long story. But to make it short, I joined this group because of

you”

“Because of me?”

“Yes, you user!” he hissed. “You led me on! I did everything you asked me to butt hen you

dumped me, rejected me, stepped on me. so, when I was offered to avenge, I accepted”

“I didn’t. . .”

“Lies” he gritted. A loud ringing cut any of my attempt to answer back. I saw Heechul answered

the phone and talked to the person on the other line quietly.

As the phone call ended, he reached behind him and pulled something out. Then, he pointed it at

me.

“Get up” he ordered.

I silently followed.

“Walk to the door” he ordered again. I walked to the door with him behind me. I felt him

grabbed my shirt at the back and pressed the gun at the back of my head.

As I stepped outside, I saw lines of cellar on opposite sides. If it weren’t for the lights, I would

think I have travelled through time. Everything looked black, wet and slimy. I stiffly walked

right up ahead, my footsteps eerily echoing along the hall. My breath came in quick gasps. We

turned in a corner. There were no more cellars here, only walls. At the end of the hallway was a

double wooden door. As we reached it, Heechul grabbed the wrought iron handle and pulled the

door open.

I was pushed roughly inside, making me land on the floor with my arms outstretched in front of