Sae-byeok x fem!reader
L/n Y/n, a broken sixteen-year-old girl, signs up for a slaughter house disguised as children's games to win money to escape her abusive father and to give her younger sister a better life than what was handed to them. There s...
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WARNING(S): GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, LANGUAGE
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We were led up multiple sets of winding, colorful stairs. I had never seen such bright colors used in one place, smashed together in a sloppy depiction of the inside of a doll house—at least what I liked to think they looked like. Everyone was packed together tight and I could feel the beginnings of panic ripping up my throat and burning my eyes.
Finally, we were directed into a wide space, multiple sets of cameras sitting in lines. I fell into step to the people in front of me, shuffling towards them. When it was my turn to get my picture taken, I tried to smile though I'm sure that it twisted into a grimace. What was there to smile about anyways? There was no point.
We were all separated into three different green elevators. My hands shook at my sides at how close everything was. The elevators shifted, sending a jolt from my toes to my fingertips, heart stuttering in my chest. It creaked and grumbled as people animatedly talked to one another.
"Thanks," a sudden voice whispered in my ear from behind. I flinched away violently, nearly tumbling into the person in front of me. I glanced behind me, tilting my head in confusion as I met those dark, cold eyes. "For helping me," the girl, 067 that read on her jacket, clarified.
"Oh," I mumbled, a weird sensation over taking my chest and fluttering in my stomach at how close she was to me. "Don't worry about it." My eyes darted away briefly before I felt the pull to look back at her. "Nobody deserves to be treated like that."
Something crossed her face, almost akin to surprise but I couldn't be sure. Before anything else could happen, the doors groaned open. I stumbled outside, my shoes sinking into the sand underneath my feet. I took in my surroundings, cringing back at the sight of a giant ass doll towering over everything in the distance where a line was drawn. Two red guards stood next to it, each holding what looked like guns.
Instructions came over a loud speaker, telling everyone to stand behind the white line and to wait for further instructions. We all did as the woman's voice said, taking our spots.
