riki.nishimura → cherry lipstick

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He glared at me intently, anger and craze running through his pupils. Even with dim lighting, I could tell that he was going insane with fury.

"You abducted me, rookie mistake." I chuckled, "You know how weak that makes you look as a leader?"

Minjae walked right up to me, leering down at me once again, with such putrid hate that it was unfathomable. He launched another hard slap to my face, followed by a chesty laugh.

"Weak?! Weak!!??" Minjae yelled, "I will be laughing when you beg for your life Yuri. Dear sister Yuri, you will beg for my forgiveness."

I simply responded with a mere chuckle. It was just so amusing to me, thinking he owns the world now. Everybody knows, it's an unspoken rule. Abduction is just such a pussy move, why abduct when you can attack?

I didn't say anything else, just that chuckle. It seemed to set him off more into a fit of rage.

"You." He pointed his finger at me, growling his words low, "You're going to pay for the Park Clan." 

I simply stared at him. I was not scared, no matter what happened to me, I was at ease. As long as nothing happened to my friends.

"HANEUL!" He called in a name, as he walked out of the room.

Another pair of footsteps climbed down, this time it was another man. He was dressed in black, staring down at me.

"What a doll." His voice was hoarse, as if he had smoked a thousand cigarettes in a single day. Then, he proceeded to give a laugh, one that was as rough as sandpaper.

He swung a punch at me, then another, and then another. And once he noticed that I wasn't really reacting that much, he groaned, stopping and looking down at me.

Yes, it hurt, but entertaining them would just make things worse for me. 

Haneul turned around, staring at the three girls, just in a fit of fear and tears. They probably had no clue what was going on, and I was so guilty, I probably should've fucking killed Minjae too and we would've never been here.

"Hm, how about these." He grinned, and the three winced.

"No. Please! No!" Heejin cried out, trying to plead for her life. Haneul let out another laugh.

"I guarantee you, if you lay a finger on any of them, your whole bloodline will perish a horrible, death of slow suffering." I interrupted before he could even do anything.

Haneul stopped, turning around and looking at me. He cleared his throat.

"What? So you want to take the hits for them then? Is that what I'm hearing?" He thought he was cunning and so cool with his little head tilt, approaching me slowly.

"Go for it." I spat through my teeth, completely unphased about this.

"Six." His rough fists made contact with my neck, "Five," One to my arm, "Four." One to my face.

"STOP!! STOP!!!!" Aeyoung squealed, not being able to bare the sight of this.

"Hey. Lady, you better watch it. She's taking the pain for you." Haneul groaned, but on the fourth punch, he stopped, looking at the knuckles on his fists.

I spat to the side, tasting the irony-metallic taste of blood in my mouth. My arm, stomach, face and neck were in pain, it wasn't the worst thing ever, but it was still just unpleasant.

"I'll spare you the three other ones." Haneul walked upstairs, probably too uneasy to continue. I bet my words scared him to death.

As the door slammed shut, Heejin immediately cried out loud.

"Yuri! Yuri, I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry!!!" She weeped, "Are you okay?!"

"It's okay Heejin. I'd rather be the punching bag, you guys didn't even do anything." I gave another pitiful chuckle, unsure of why they even took them. They could've just took me instead.

"I don't wanna be here, I don't want to die. Yuri, Yuri what do we do?!" Miyeon hurriedly rushed her words, I understood why she was panicked, but to be honest, I was just focusing on the throbbing of the parts where I was hit.

"You'll be out soon." I sighed, unsure if Niki will even be able to find where the fuck I am. I hoped he would, I'm not underestimating him, but I'd feel like the worst person ever if my friends were stuck in this place for longer than two days.

Seriously, Minjae is going to be fucking food to the stray dogs when I get my hands out of these cuffs. There is no way he will get away with this by any means.