Her hitch breath got caught in the middle of her throat and as consciousness knocked over her hazed mind, the darkness was what strangled her. She was caged in a place, she thought, but without the gloomiest of light, it sunk onto her the bareness of air in her lips, any while now, her helpless body suffocating.
Drowning.
Drowning in mere fear and great turmoil.
"Speak!" Angst filled the roughness of the echo, dark, low, evil. "Or, I'll slit your tongue before I blow a fucking bullet in your rotting brain. Which is which?"
The voice seeped lowly, almost muffled by the walls that secludes her, that separates her. She could already understand the words weren't for her because of all the spared seconds, she realized it was coming from another room. The room next to her. Her senses perked at the sound, pulse weighed heavier and heavier.
"Rats that hide in the sewers don't deserve a second chance." There was a click of a tongue. Then a click of a gun. "And I'm no person to give one."
Jeongyeon inhaled a sharp breath, tried with all her immature strength to escape from the ropes on her wrists and ankles, the sack that loomed over her head and the piece of cloth roughly wrapped around her feeble mouth. Her heart hammering in her chest. Trying not to run from her impending death, but to seek, just for the remaining seconds for her loved one's lives.
Her parents.
And sister.
"Kill."
It leaped by in a heartbeat, so fast the moment she blinked her eyes was the second it echoed around her. Gunshots. Loud. Ear-defining, bullets tripling down the cemented floor with piercing continuous thuds but the while it seemed like her world stopped, tears spewed on her cheeks, muffled cries stained the damp air.
And it burned on her like a flame, that she craved for only one thing.
Vengeance.
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