"Power to the women who are venom."
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A rivalry between a secret anti-government organization and its deviant counterpart; will seven boys and a girl lead justice to be served?
2034 has brought upon the presidency of Allison Diggory, a woman both l...
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"Let go of me — fucking bitch!"
You tug yourself roughly side to side, struggling to get out of the men's grip. They carry you to a room, your eyes half-lidded and mind cloudy as they pull you along. Your boots drag against the floor, consciousness regained quickly as you are now becoming fully alert and aware.
"Shut it, whore," a man growls, his voice rumbling in your ear. You hiss as he kicks your leg from behind, your [H/T] [H/C] hair falling in clumps over your eyes and filling your vision. The warehouse, from what it appears to be, reeks of dust and grime, dirt coating corners and crevices of the area. A low, flickering florescent light shines above, dull and dreary. The dreadful place is oddly depressing and fear-inducing, the walls, although vastly spread apart, feeling as if they're closing in on you by the second. 'I have to get out of here.'
"She woke up fast," another man grumbles to the other side of you, jerking you upwards as you slouch. You assume he glances behind him at Yoongi carried along by another pair of men. "The boy is still knocked out."
"Shut the fuck up and do your job, John," a voice from farther behind you seethes. At this, the other man falls silent. "We have work to do after this."
"It's not like the boss will really pay us full price, anyway," another man from behind huffs. "Stop kissing his ass."
The man holding you up emits a grunt in response, and you tug against his hold once more. They both drag you upwards as you near a broken wooden door, the dark green hue drab and ugly. Suddenly stopping, you force your mouth shut, wanting curse at the men.
One of them, walking from behind, strolls to your field of vision, opening the door. It swings open, and you don't bother to look up from your gaze to the floor.
A deafening silence pressures over your ears as you're started up again, dragged into the room with the occasional protesting jolt. The door squeaks in agony as it's shut behind you, your eyes still fixated on the ground as you and Yoongi are pulled into the room. The floor, though, from what you can see, is different from before, instead a nice hardwood.
"I see what you meant, Jungkook," a deep voice rumbles, causing you to freeze in all movement. "Why, I wonder how she woke up so fast . . . ?"
"We used the chloroform, sir," the man holding you speaks with a wavering voice. "I swear."
The man with a deep voice chuckles darkly, his voice seemingly shaking the entire room's atmosphere and causing everybody to nervously shuffle. It's like that of dark chocolate, slurring each of his words together handsomely. In any other situation, you would curse yourself to say you were attracted to it, but in this case, it sends terror through your nerves.
"You-Know-Who wasn't lying when he told me about her," the man suddenly growls, the sound of an office chair squeaking as he raises up. "She's a runner."
