The Mafia Game Vincenzo AU

Chapter 23

"Hanseok?" I questioned in disbelief to which he looked back at me. "Why?" I repeated again, it seemed like I repeated this word awfully alot lately.

"You left in such a hurry darling, I was worried." He spoke as he pushed my hair behind my ear. "I was worried you were going to kill yourself, because I love you right. Innit Y/n, I love you." He repeated, a hidden emotion which was quite incomprehensible resided in his tone.

"Ofcourse you love me, Hanseok. I never doubted it." I spoke, my cheeks lifted upon my face to see his worriedness towards me.

"So, I was worried and decided it was best to follow you, like a loving caring husband would do." He smiled.

My smile faded. "Every step you walked, the more I was confused... and then you arrived at Geumga Plaza! Oh boy.... how much I was hurt."

Oh no.... he's going to kill me! I struggled in my seat slightly, trying to get out as Hanseok laughed lightly.

"Y/n, Y/n, always trying to act like a victim. Well today is the day you'll be a victim." His eyes shone, just like it did every single time before he'd ruthlessly kill someone.

"Please Hanseok... I love you. Please don't do this to me!" I yelled in sadness, in betrayal. I truly thought he wouldn't hurt me.

"See, I thought so too. But it seems like you're so much more keen seducing that man right? That's why you went. Cos you're a whore. To seduce him."

His words rang in such irony. Yes I did attempt to seduce Vincenzo, but that's only because that was the game objective. I had failed it too. I mean when have I ever followed the objective, I was supposed to kill Hanseok. Yet now I'm mere seconds away from being killed by him.

"I... would... never." My voice crocked as I felt a lump forming in my throat and my eyes flooding with droplets of fear... and sadness.

"Then why him? Why go to him?!" He yelled as he grabbed my face, a look of betrayal was now evidently shown on his face. I had betrayed him, he knew I had betrayed him. And now he hates me. Leaning in towards me as he still grasped my face lightly, his eyes met mine and we locked eye contact. "Are you truly helping him kill me. Do you want me dead?" Tears formed in his eyes, and we both shared a cry. Hanseok sobbed, but not so sob, just huffing and crying. I wailed, like really wailed, I became more of a mess than I already was. And I was already in a mess, dried blood had trickled down my face, my eyes were swollen, my hair was an utter mess.

"To think.... the only woman.... I had ever loved... would want to kill me." He spoke. A feeling of guilt rushed through my body, I felt so guilty. I made Hanseok cry.

"I never did, I've always loved you Hanseok. I could never want to kill you."

Hanseok's tears stopped and he glared at me with a stoic gaze. Death appeared in his voice as he spoke,"Really?", silent rage portrayed in his eyes.

But them he smiled and repeated. "Really?" again. He spoke wholeheartedly.

"Yes."

Before I knew it, Hanseok began to untie me from the chair gently, while pecking my lips continuously. I felt happy. I felt relieved. Hanseok truly believes the feelings contained within my heart.

I don't think I'm thinking anymore. I think I do love him, really. I'm no longer debating.

Yet, every hope I had was shattered when a laugh echoed throughout the abandoned establishment. A hysterical, diabolical laughter. A laughter which purpose was to prepare its victim of danger. Yet I had no time to be warned as a painful feeling assembled in my stomach as I was sent to the ground.

"You thought." (Giving chapter 22 vibes)

Hanseok grabbed me and pulled me towards the metal shredder. He placed his foot on my stomach before starting the machine. "No please! Please!" I cried, yet my chants had no impact to him. He didn't care.

Grasping me by the straps of my dress, he dragged me up. As time imperceptibly began to slow down, he pushed me towards the shredder. Seconds by seconds, I gradually became closer to it. Anticipation gushed through my body, right, I was going to die again.

I sobbed slightly. I've already experienced death before, why is it so much more fearful now? The shredder touched the fabric of my dress, cutting one of my spaghetti straps off. I felt exposed, I couldn't even cover that side of my body. If I had done so, my fingers would of been cut off.

Hanseok stopped to say one last sentence.

"Look how much of a naive girl you are, I'll just have to put you out of your misery." He spoke.

Options! Please, some options! I cried in my mind. I didn't want to die. Not again. Not yet.

A. Please, please. Don't.
B. Vincenzo?