Prompt: No one touches xiao zhan's Bai Mudan, unless they are looking for death.
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♦ Genre: MATURE For Mention Of Violence and weapons, death ♦ Centered around a mafia family. ♦ No toxicity among our main lead. ♦ Morally grey characters.
♦ Song : Love Like You
♦ Artist : Caleb Hyles
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Xiao zhan smiled when he leveled the revolver at the boy's chest.
One more bullet left on its barrel. One more target to go down. It's an easy game.
The boy didn't plea but his eyes couldn't cover up the fear fogging on his dark pupils.
Xiao zhan's face grew grim. Eyes turn sinister as he feels trigger beneath his finger.
The room smells like blood and burning skin. Xiao zhan eyed the loaf of bread the boy clutching into. His stomach churn with hunger.
It's been a week since his father locked him and three other boys in this basement. A week since they provided either food and water.
Humans are indeed an fascinating work of God. Four days xiao zhan retreated himself into a dark corner carefully study his fellow prisoners resolving into an animals. They fought, both verbally and physically, clawed on each other's skin. It's a bemusing sight to behold how hunger can turn a human into ravenous beast.
On the day five the door to the underground open with a grating sounds. Xiao zhan recognise the silhouette of his father in the shadows. A loaf of bread fall between them. Just like others xiao zhan find himself crawling towards the piece of food. But they were yanked forward by a pair of hands. A revolvers with only three bullets on the barrel thrusted into his plam.
Only one of you will get to eat the bread and walk out of this basement.
It must be the same hunger that awake the sinister monster inside him. Two of the bullets in his revolver find its way to two hearts.
Only one left.
See you in hell my friend
He pulled the trigger with a resounding bag.
His legs wobble as he walked towards the corps on the ground. A faint steam of smoke rising up on the boys chest where the bullets piereced into his heart. He fall into his knees and snatched the loaf of bread from his loose clutches and took huge hungry bites from it.
