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'Get up," I woke up with a fright, the voice was so close to my ear it sent shivers down my spine, all the way to my toes. At first I didn't move, I was completely frozen in fear, that was until the stranger ripped the covers from under me sending me straight below.
I yelped in pain, body tingling. ''Put on some damn pants." Came from Sehun, I was glad it was him and not Chanyeol waking me up. I didn't think I could handle seeing him right now. I completely forgot about my nude Lower half—well not bare. The night terrors kept me up all night, I sweat through the thick cotton pants I was given and I must've taken them off during all of it. I was quick to tug them back on, they were still slightly damp.
''Follow me." Sehun ordered, hardly giving me even a small glance before he left the room. I followed behind like a weak puppy, my leg was still stiff and it dragged behind me.
''Where are we g-going?" I curse myself for the stutter, I knew I needed to sound strong—confident even, but I couldn't in this situation. I was terrified and I couldn't hide it.
I didn't like the stares, the whispers. And too many times was I referred to the boss's ''toy'' his little puppy and pet.
''Boss wants you to see this." He answered a few moments later, pushing open a heavy red door- it creaked slamming on the wall on the other side. My eyes lifted, orbs widening at the sight. There in the middle of the room stood Chanyeol, towering over a wounded man below him. From where I stood I could smell the copper blood. It made my insides twist and my stomach gurgle.
At first I didn't think Chanyeol knew of me being there, that was until our eyes locked and his plump lips twitched ever so slightly. Something about that made me just know that this wasn't something I was going to enjoy.
''Who remembers what happens to those who get our men killed by their own stupidity?" He questions, glancing around the room. His said men were lined against the walls, eyes covered by dark glasses. Yet even with those on I could tell they were as tense as I was. All waiting for the monsters next move.
''They get killed." The say aloud. My heart jumped, I didn't want to see a man die—not today, not ever.
''S-Sehun- I can't." I whisper, my anxiety spiking even higher when I saw the beast grab the poor man by his neck, pressing him down against the tiled floors making him sputter out incoherent words. Then he cocked the gun, pressing the barrel above his temple, rubbing it along the bloodied skin. It was as if he were taunting him, teasing him with his death.
Chanyeol pulled the trigger without warning, the blood splattering along his cheekbone, dribbling down his neck. But it didn't stop there, as if one bullet wasn't enough he added another, then another until the man was nothing more than a pile of mush. I felt sick, I had to grab onto the silent man beside me, covering my mouth so the bile didn't force its way out of me.
''P-Please S-Sehun," I rasped out, my breathing was too erratic, bile traveling up my esophagus making it burn. I couldn't breathe, I could barley even see. Without another word I crumbled, eyes rolling back as soon as my head hit the ground.
