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13 - in the belly of the beast

:: Jimin's POV - a few moments earlier

Do I want to save her?

Or do I not want to save her?

The fucking magician had reinforced everything in that stupid cage, so basically every little movement that I did was going to hurt me. So I was in a bitchy mood.

Wanted to scratch my nose? Pain.

Wanted to sit down? Pain.

Wanted to sneeze? Hell! Double pain. Which made me wonder why in the hell I had to sneeze with my whole body. As a devil I should've been immune to stuff like sneezing and yawning. But I wasn't.

The new hybrid was kind of entertaining; I wanted to see if she really wanted to kill the little human or if she was going to stop on time. Elves and fairies weren't the kindest creatures in the universe (maybe the fairies, if they didn't try to play with your damn mind), so I wanted to see if there was any trace of good in her. I supposed there was, or else y/n would've visited the angels.

I could sense she didn't have bad intentions, she just wanted to scare the human off but... fucking heaven, she just couldn't close her damn mouth. And I didn't know if it was hot or annoying.

Wasn't she aware of the fact that she could've died? Was she that stupid?

I still had to figure out the answer to that last question, so I needed to keep her alive to find out about that. Oh, and also because I needed her to go on with my evil plan to destroy her father and her little, sensitive heart.

I just wanted to see if she was going to ask for my help. I wanted to be wanted, you know? And if she wasn't going to ask for my help... I would've played the part of the hero to make her trust me even more.

I am such a genius, wow.

But y/n wasn't even fighting back (she didn't have the strength, but still she could've tried), so it made me think she had suicidal thoughts. Given the fact that she had spoken to the hybrid that way, I wouldn't have bet on the fact that she considered her life precious.

She was a pretty lively human, so why would she give up so easily?

But then the door to my cage opened and I heard her calling my name, which was the last thing I expected her to say. I was already convinced that she would've never asked for my help; when her faint voice pronounced my name, though, my eyebrows shot up in surprise and I looked at the long corridor in front of me.

Did she open my door?

I didn't know why, probably I didn't even realise it at that moment, that I was actually glad she had called out my name.

The hybrid was so full of herself, proud that she was about to kill a weak human like y/n.

What was the fun in that? She would've died in less than five minutes, she was no match for the... hot hybrid with widened eyes in front of my door. After the door opened, I could see her face and body and damn, was she hot.

Before having an internal debate on whether I should kill that hot thing or not, I told y/n to close her eyes (I was pretty sure I would've blinded her if she didn't) and did my magic. It hurt like hell, because some wounds were fresh and I felt like they got torn apart again as I did my best to transform the hybrid into an innocent little creature.

It would've been a waste if I had killed her.

As I groaned in pain, I reminded myself I was doing that to get out of there, and to demonstrate that I was not a being they could play with. The magician might have been able to capture me and wound me like no one had ever done, but what I was going to do to him was worse. He was going to remember it for the rest of... the five minutes I was going to give him before ending his life.