Hatred (Winrina + BOOK 1)

Torment.

⋆·˚ ༘ * "You're the cat who's going to get killed now."

"AHH?!" Karina shrieks sitting up once her eyelids fully open, a white ceiling, grey walls and a plain white bed? Where on earth is she? A wooden door creaks open revealing someone she didn't recognise. Someone so unknown her mind couldn't simply click on. No words came out of them.

It seems like a guy with shoulder-length jet-black hair, a cupid bow busted pink lips with intimidating coffee eyes. Karina swallowed her saliva trying to possibly soothe her dry throat by even glancing at the guy, he had no facial hair whatsoever or it wasn't really noticeable.

"You're finally awake, we were afraid that you weren't waking up any time soon." Karina knits her eyebrows at the sentence, his low-pitched dry voice didn't faze her, just we part did. Who is possibly the other person?

Karina tries to stand up but abruptly gets pulled down, something is stopping her. Rusty chains on her hands and feet, and eventually she figures out that she's held captive. Her eyes shake at the smug smirk, a dark familiar silhouette was behind him. Stepping closer and closer making Karina squint her eyes.

"You look surprised." A feminine voice calls behind.

Winter.. it must be! Karina's mouth agape, struggling to get out of the chains knowing even after all the efforts nothing will change. She didn't want to have any marks on her body so she stays put.

Winter's smug smirk never left her face since she arrived in the room, Karina notices she was wearing a red collar making her seem like some animal.
Karina loathes it so badly, the feeling she dreads the most is slowly filling her up.

Winter clutches onto the leash pulling her forward, Karina could feel how tight the collar is as her neck gets pulled forward by force. "I.. fuck," she muffles with tears ready to stream down her face.

Abruptly her back hits the grey smooth wall, she notices the mysterious guy chortling darkly walking off and slamming the door shut, Karina flinched. Winter is with her alone.

The cold-hearted girl drags herself forwards crouching down to Karina's level giving her a mocking smile still grasping the leash tightly.
"Oh, Karina... you look so forlorn in such a state like this. You do deserve it." Karina never knew the girl is that insane to do something like this. Everything was going so well for her, a new friend, no rumours just happy days until this happens.

Is Hana part of the plan? Maybe that's why she was so nice to Karina, all this is a plan. Karina felt so mournful if her thoughts are true, she hopes Hana is at least not part of it, Karina and Hana clicked on so perfectly but now it was just getting snatched away from her.

Karina's eyes are nowhere near Winter's, instead, it's on her silky dark red dress that barely reaches her thighs, wearing long white socks didn't certainly match but Karina didn't really mind it. She's just glad she has clothes on in the first place.

A sudden hard slap meets Karina's face, it leaves a faded, crimson handprint so noticeable even from afar. Karina's gust hitches slowly turning into a sobbing mess. Winter laughs like the maniac she is, the laughs echo through out the room. Karina's shaking eyes go on the door, it's sealed shut. She cries hard, her chest growing tight with her vision slowly disfiguring.

The raven is afraid of what the blondie is capable of, she can do anything to her. Winter's thumb wipes a tear away, it didn't really make a difference. Her hand slowly crawls up to Karina's black-blue hair gripping it tightly yanking it backwards facing her.

Again tears spills down Karina's face making it down to her lips, she could taste the saltiness. "Y-you're a fucking crazy bitch!" Karina tries to scream but it comes out in a hushed whisper, but the fact she still had the guts to even insult Winter in a position like this is shocking.

"I bet you have much more to curse at me after this." A duck tape was placed on Karina's lips, her words were instantly gone only replaced with quiet muffles.

"You're the cat who's going to get killed now."
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Karina wakes up all sweaty with dry drool on the corner of her lips, hair a mess. She was particularly panting baffled that it's her comfy bedroom that she has woken up to instead.

"It's all a dream?" Is it really a dream with a meaning of nothing? Or even a dream?

(Ahhh I'm so bored these days that I'm just writing random ass shit. I really do need a new hobby, this chapter kinda changed everything up oh my gosh 😰.)