𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐇𝐘 || 𝐊.𝐓𝐇

𝟐𝟒 𖥸 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

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Taehyung takes me back to the small area away from the partygoers. He lays me on the couch and looks me over. I feel so weak and exhausted from the drug rushing through my body.

The one time I didn't have my guard up because I was distracted by him, and it backfired in my face. The one time.

At least Taehyung told one of Chan's bodyguards about the bartender. Maybe doing so will prevent any more women from ending up in my situation.

Right now, I feel weightless—I am weightless. Drugged with a strong paralyzing sensation, I'm completely useless in this form. Taehyung is sitting next to me on the sofa, looking over his phone.

Despite being drugged, he's not taking advantage of me like some men would do—like the bartender had intended to do. Judging by his constant glances whenever the curtain slightly moves, it's easy to tell he's on guard... for me.

I'm so incredibly stupid to let myself go and think, even if only for a moment, I was safe enough to enjoy anything. It's just my luck like always.

"I need water..." my voice comes out quiet. Weak. He hears me.

"He'll be back in a few minutes, then I'll—" Screams erupt from beyond the curtain. My eyes are shutting on their own before I can ask what's happening or even think about what's happening outside. The room spins and blackness washes over me momentarily.

When I open my eyes again, I stare at the ground. Guns are fired in the distant space of the building. I can't do anything but remain still—remain awake but frozen in place.

"Taehyung," I glance at where he was sitting earlier; he's gone.

I blink with heavy eyelids, trying to rise but fall back into the cushion. My body is too weak.

Even though my consciousness is fading in and out and now I can no longer keep my eyes open, the horrified shouts surround me. The voices creep into my blackened vision, whispering into my ear which blends with the gunfire.

Each bullet—each hard thud smacking the ground, makes chills run down my spine. This is real danger. I can't defend myself.

It's constant firing and yelling. It never goes away; it feels like it's unending.

"Check behind the curtains in case anyone's hiding!" A loud, unrecognizable voice snaps from beyond the small room, which makes me struggle to move, but I can't do it.

Then for a tiny moment, everything is quiet. No screams or shooting, only the music blares. A few seconds go by and then another sound takes place.

Yanked curtains screech against the medal hanger close to the room, footsteps dash forward, and a few screams ring through the building, only to be shushed by gunfire as the people land on the floor.

I shut my eyes when black boots appear underneath the curtain to my space. I pretend to be dead.

Yes, I killed people but going out like this is not what I expected. No one deserves to go out like this, but then again, I have no right to complain.

Squeezing my eyes shut, my pathetic life flashes as if my mind already knows I'm not getting out of this alive.

Old memories from the orphanage ring through my memory like a blinding light... and Jin. He pops into these thoughts. And so does my whole reason for getting involved in this shitty lifestyle. I only wanted to know where my bracelet came from—where I came from.

Footsteps creep closer. More shots go off when someone yells that he found three people. I can't do anything when those people beg helplessly for their lives, can't do a thing when silence takes over after the guns go off. They're killing them like animals.