• Midnight rain • vegas x yn

9. You are the lucky one...

YN pov

Sunlight hits my eyes from a stained window I slowly open my eyes and tightly close my eyes.

" crap well talking about a wired dream Kinn's ex comes back from hell and rumors starts spreading in the main family that Porsche betrayed the main family to prove all those shit head wrong cause I know Porsche would never do that and I know Tawan is here for something bad, I went to Minor family and get to know my best friend ken betrayed main family and I get caught and bought to safe house only cause shit head vegas don't wanna get bored and I was like what the heck!!!!. hahaha, what a weird dream. "

My heart raced as I took in the situation. I was still tied up, and Vegas was right beside me, a menacing grin on his face. I needed to stay calm and figure out a way to escape from this nightmare.

"I don't want to play your sick games," I replied, trembling.

"Come on, Y/n, don't be like that. We could have so much fun together," he said, his tone unsettling.

I had to find a way out of this, but with my hands still bound and Vegas so close, it wouldn't be easy.

The hours felt like an eternity as I sat on the floor, my hands still bound, waiting for any opportunity to escape. The room remained eerily quiet, except for the occasional sound of Vegas moving about outside. I couldn't help but wonder what his intentions were and how I could outsmart him.

My determination to escape only grew stronger as time passed. I continued to examine the chains, hoping to find a weakness or a way to pick the lock. Every movement had to be deliberate and cautious, as I couldn't afford to make any noise that might alert Vegas to my actions.

As I worked on my escape plan, I couldn't help but replay recent events in my mind, trying to piece together how I had ended up in this dangerous situation. Vegas was unpredictable, and I needed to be prepared for anything

*3 hours later*

Vegas continued to speak to the hedgehog as if it were a beloved pet, leaving me feeling like an afterthought in his twisted game. His unpredictable behavior and his ability to switch between moments of cruelty and moments of strange tenderness only added to the unsettling atmosphere of the room.

As he carried on with his one-sided conversation, I knew I had to stay focused on my escape plan. The chains were proving to be a formidable obstacle, but I couldn't afford to give up. I searched for any tools or objects in the room that might aid in my efforts, all while keeping a wary eye on Vegas and the hedgehog.

With each passing moment, the urgency of my situation grew, and I was determined to find a way out before Vegas's unpredictable nature took an even darker turn.

egas went out and bought some salad and put it near me. he crouched and came close to my face and ruffled my hair and said"You better eat okay or-"Before he could finish his sentence he got a phone call and he went out of the room. I looked at the plastic-like salad because of which even my appetite was over 

I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of the hedgehog enjoying a better meal than the one Vegas had offered me. It was a small moment of humor in an otherwise dire situation. However, my focus quickly returned to the task at hand.

With Vegas temporarily occupied by his phone call, I decided to continue my attempts to free myself from the chains. I examined the locks, looking for any potential weaknesses or vulnerabilities that could aid my escape. It was a daunting task, but I knew I had to keep trying if I wanted to get out of this situation and put an end to Vegas's twisted games.