WHELVE ↠ NA JAEMIN

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Somewhere... anywhere to hide. Her bag was required so she could give herself artificial air. She needed her inhaler. Her lungs can't keep up any longer. Nothing could be felt, her calves couldn't stand. Numb and shaky...... they let her down.

Falling to the ground, knees scraped on the bumps on the rigid concrete. Scratches decorated her legs and blood trickled down. Her hands were sore from the fall but she couldn't think of anything about the pain. Her mind was blank... only the thoughts of the tragic situation she is in. Nothing ran through her mind but just what would happen at that exact moment.

Is this the end?

Hair messy, eyes swollen and taking a change in red, her lungs burned restricting the intake of air. She grabbed the zip of her bag and fumbled around searching for her inhaler. She coughed and gasped for air as she placed it between her lips. Feet were in peripheral view. He tapped his right rhythmically and a deep hoarse chuckle was heard.

He was enjoying it - her devastating position. Taeyeon choked on her sobs, hand trembling in fear trying to clutch her life-source strongly. She took in more breathers and was able to calm her lungs down slightly.

Coldness brushed against her fingers as he threw the inhaler out her hold. Her cheeks changed red from the cold night air. Her view was blurry covered with wet tears restricting a clear view.

Taeyeon sat up straighter and tilted her head up to see the black figure glancing back down at her.

Anxiety rose and she gulped down dryness.

"Park Aera?....." he crouched down to her level "It is you!..... Thought you were dead. I thought it was you I saw but I didn't expect my suspicion to be correct" a psychotic cackle left his lips "The boss would be over the moon!"

Taeyeon's lips quivered. Biting down her bottom lips, preventing herself from screaming out and crying. Her nails dug into the rim of her skirt.

"P - please don't k-kill m-me!" she panted and trembled. Her whole body was shaking now.

He chuckled deeply delighted by her frightened expression "I won't kill you. I need you alive" he stroked her hair gently.

"Beg!" he demanded. Then suddenly yanked her head back grasping her locks harder.

A helpless cry was let out. Her head felt numb as he yanked her strands hard. Taeyeon's cries increased. "I won't kill you but that doesn't mean I can't torture you! So beg me to stop" he whispered and caressed her jaw. He pushed her to the ground and kicked her stomach.

Abdominal pain, her stomach churned and turned, her arms clasped around gripping onto the material.

"Please!!" She pleaded. But he didn't stop. Hysterical laughs were heard as he stepped on her effortlessly, increasing her screams of agony. Taeyeon couldn't move but took the hits, she wanted to fight back.

However, she can't! She wanted to run away from this horror but she had no energy, all she could do was cry until this torment ended.

"P - please..... stop" her voice became quiet and inaudible.

The man was enjoying himself, every second, every minute, laughing like a maniac, her screams were like music to his ears, enthusiastic to see her feeble defenseless state.

Her head spun and ears vibrated as a displeasing sound rang, turning her insides out. She looked up to see his foot coming at her again, hovering over her frail body but he retreated back and crouched back down.

She felt relief hoping that the never-endless torture may have come to an end. But she was wrong. He pulled her up on her knees and grasped her small throat within his large palms.