❝ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬❞ Months have passed since San left behind everything he ever desired, determined to confront the demons that had him spiraling without reprieve. Cursed and bound by fate, it became increasingly difficult for him no...
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《 ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- 𝐒𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐏𝐎𝐕 》
As the hours slipped away, the oppressive weight of dread settled upon me like a suffocating blanket. With every passing moment, the reality of my impending fate loomed larger, casting a dark shadow over my thoughts. The steady ticking of the clock echoed in the room, each second ticking away with agonizing slowness, counting down to the inevitable reckoning that awaited me.
Suddenly, a sharp blow across my back jolted me from my reverie, sending waves of pain coursing through my body. I gritted my teeth, clenching my jaw tightly as I fought to remain conscious, knowing that I couldn't afford to succumb to the darkness that threatened to engulf me.
The sound of familiar footsteps drew closer, and I braced myself for the presence of Yeonjun, his sinister smirk etched into my mind like a grotesque caricature of cruelty. As he approached, he wore that same malicious grin, his eyes gleaming with sadistic delight as he took pleasure in my suffering.
"I have something to show you, to prove just how little Wooyoung cared about you," he taunted, his grip tightening on my jaw as he brandished a tablet before my eyes.
"Just because you slept together doesn't mean anything to me," I muttered defiantly, my voice barely a whisper as I struggled to maintain my composure in the face of his relentless torment.
But Yeonjun merely chuckled, his laughter ringing in my ears like a mockery of my pain. With a flick of his wrist, he forced me to look at the screen, revealing a video of Wooyoung, his face twisted in ecstasy as he surrendered himself to Yeonjun's twisted desires.
"Look how beautiful he looked, so lost in me," Yeonjun purred, his words dripping with malice as he reveled in his power over me. "That night was one of the best nights. He was so gentle and tender, he felt so good."
I turned my head away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing the pain in my eyes. "Get this out of my face," I growled, my voice laced with venom.
But Yeonjun only rolled his eyes, his playful demeanor belying the cruelty that lurked beneath the surface. With a signal to his men, I felt sharp pain erupt across my body, a cruel reminder of the agony that awaited me at his hands.
I gritted my teeth against the pain, my muscles tensing as I struggled to endure the torment inflicted upon me. Through the haze of agony, I could hear Yeonjun's mocking laughter echoing in the room, his taunts driving needles of rage deeper into my wounded soul.
"Enjoying the show, Sannie?" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice as he reveled in my suffering.
I clenched my jaw, refusing to dignify his words with a response. Instead, I focused all my energy on maintaining my resolve, on clinging to the flickering flame of hope that burned within me.
