"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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The door creaks in an obnoxious screech throughout the cold room, stirring out of your rest.
"Get up. He wants to see you," a young man says in tired drawl.
You blink your eyes rapidly, stretching and turning your head to the odd weight on your side.
"Fuck!" you curse, jumping ten feet in the air at the sight of a certain blond-headed boy leaning on your shoulder. He snores quietly, and if you didn't know any better, you would even say he appears innocent in his rest.
He jolts awake, giving a hard stare to the broad figure at the door as he regains consciousness. "You."
The man at the door purses his lips, and getting a closer look at his soft features and doe-eyes, you understand his identity. Dark, wavy chestnut hair flows prettily over his eyes, causing a contradicting shadow to befall over his face and give him an almost intimidating look. The supposed bodyguard Jungkook, you recognize him as, but you are not aware of his official title. He glowers at Yoongi for a reason unbeknownst to you.
"Get the hell up, Min."
Yoongi, although unwillingly, uses his hands to lift himself up off the ground, standing up curtly. You mirror his movements, standing up as well. A thick intensity clouds the air quickly, and you're suffocated by it. You don't take the time to question Jungkook and Yoongi's exchange. Dull fluorescent lights shine from the warehouse outside, and you start to realize what the room you're in really is; a storage room, of sorts, but it appears it has been crafted into some sort of prison.
You and Yoongi shuffle out of the room wordlessly, Jungkook turning to the side to allow your exit. He shuts the door behind him, eyes glancing to a burnt-out cigarette lying against the floor before doing so.
As you step out and realizing you could not have noticed it before simply from your fury of being taken to confinement in the first place, you start to look around at the metal doors identically and consecutively placed side-by-side along the wall behind you. They all had the same metal opening with bars near the top, visible screws lining the edges of each one.
Jungkook escorts you further more through a slim hallway, beaten hanging lights illuminating your walk as you go. The vision of the now-abandoned long hallway, placed perpendicular to the one you are now in, and it's consecutive metal doors and prisons leave your sight as you focus on the path forwards.
"I'm assuming you fuckers kidnap women on the regular?" you grumble, voicing your thoughts. "Would explain the freaky doors."
"No, not really, but he will explain it. Better safe than sorry, though," Jungkook says, and you meet eyes with him for a moment. Deep within those brunette eyes, which, you notice, are never without the characteristic of shimmering, innocent hazel, are filled with longing pitiful stare. [E/C] eyes bore into them blankly.
