Polaroid | Haitani brothers

三十九

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"We have a new executive. She'll work alongside Sanzu to deal with Bonten traitors." Mikey announced. He remains seated on a leathered office chair in front of the long table with his back facing the executives.

Sanzu cursed under his breath, it has been 2 days but he was still terrified of the girl. She has not spoken a single word since that day. The girl barely ate and would only survive on a glass of (favorite fruit) juice. Sanzu also noticed that his drugs have been missing lately. She was his prime suspect.

"Kizu" you tonelessly introduced yourself. 7 pairs of eyes fixated in your direction, it was the first time most of them heard your voice after 2 whole days. 

"Huh?" a male with a long scar from his scalp down the side of his face asked. He had black curtain hair, the scar resulted from his blindness in one eye. You remembered who the male is — Kakucho.

"My name. Kizu," you repeated, your voice flat.

"Is that supposed to be your last or first na—" 

"I don't have a last name." you interrupted him. Mikey told the executives to introduce themselves to you, his back still facing everyone.

"Mochizuki Kanji"

"Akashi Takeomi"

"Kokonoi Hajime"

"Kakucho Hitto"

"Sanzu Haruchiyo"

"Haitani Ran"

"Haitani Rindo"

You clenched your fist when you heard the last 2 names, cold sweat trickled down your head and you were trying to control your breathing in order to suppress your emotions. After 3 minutes of silence, you finally manage to speak again— "Pleasure working with you."

All the executives were staring at you, they were weirded out by your reaction. They knew there was something wrong with you but it was Mikey's decision to have you in Bonten. His words are absolute.

When the meeting ended, everyone left the room except for you. You wiped the tears off your face, you could finally let out your emotions after holding them in for the entire meeting. You dug your nails deep into your thighs, warm fluid released from your thighs and dripped to the ground. You slammed your head on the table repeatedly trying to get the image out of your mind—

"Please, I'm sorry. Please let me out" you begged, your hands were grabbing onto the icy cold metal bar. Your body was cramped inside a small metal cage, it was too small for you to stand or stretch your legs. You sat hugging your knees, it was the only way you fit. Your legs had gone numb and you could no longer feel them.

"Y/n... You know I love you, right??? Do you know how much it hurts me every time you mention their names?? But don't you worry now my love— I'll make sure you never EVER speak their names again."  The male couched down to speak. He held up a remote controller and pressed the buttons repeatedly.