RICH SEX

Chapter 21

NOTE:

SAME DAY (~~~)

DIFFERENT DAY (❈❈❈)

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As the performance came to an end, YN, Samantha, and Tamara stood on the stage, their heads held high. The crowd's cheers reverberated through the venue, filling the air with excitement. But suddenly, the cheers transformed into screams of terror. YN's smile vanished, and she blinked in confusion.

The screams drowned out all other sounds as she gazed past the blinding lights, only to find everyone's eyes fixed on her. And then, the Chanting began, "solo, solo, solo." The crowd's Chants grew louder, echoing in YN's ears as she scanned the stage, only to discover Samantha and Tamara lying lifeless on the ground, surrounded by pools of blood. The Chanting pierced her very soul.

Overwhelmed, YN closed her eyes tightly and covered her ears, desperately shouting, "Stop!" And just like that, silence fell once again. As she opened her eyes, she found herself in their shared dorm, but it was now eerily empty.

Panic gripped her heart as she realized the absence of her friends. "Angel," a voice called out from behind her. YN swiftly turned around, only to be met by Chan. "Star," she cried, rushing into his arms.

"I'm scared, I don't understand what's happening." Her tears soaked his embrace as he held her tightly, his warmth providing solace. "Oh, my sweet girl, it's alright. I'm here," he reassured her. But then, YN's gaze fell upon him, and she asked, "Where are the girls? Their stuff is gone."

"The girls?" he inquired, curiosity in his voice. "Oh, they're gone, angel," he replied honestly, the warmth of his embrace slowly fading away. "Gone? What do you mean? Where did they go?" she pleaded, attempting to break free from his grip. "They're dead," he uttered, his hold on her tightening. "And you're next."

YN's heart pounded in her chest as Chan's words echoed in her ears. Fear consumed her, and she struggled to comprehend the horrifying reality that was unfolding before her. "No, that can't be true," she whispered, her voice trembling. "You're lying."

Chan's eyes darkened, and a sinister smile crept across his face. "Oh, my Angel, you always were the naive one," he sneered. "But it's time for you to face the truth. Your friends were merely pawns in my game, to get to you."

Terror gripped YN's entire being as she desperately searched for an escape route. Her mind raced, trying to piece together the puzzle of this nightmare. How had everything gone so horribly wrong? She had trusted Chan, and believed in him. But now, it seemed that he was the orchestrator of this macabre spectacle.

As she struggled against his grip, YN's eyes darted around the room, searching for any means of defense. But the dorm room offered no solace, no refuge from the impending danger. It had transformed into a prison, trapping her within its walls.

Chan's grip tightened further, his fingers digging into her flesh. "You see, Angel, I've always been drawn to you," he hissed, his voice dripping with malevolence. "Since the day we first met, my dear, you were the perfect vessel for my desires."

YN's heart pounded in her chest, her breaths coming in shallow gasps. She knew she had to fight, to find a way to escape this nightmare. Summoning every ounce of courage she had left, she mustered a defiant glare and spat, "I will never love you."

Chan's laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down YN's spine. "Oh, my angel, you have no choice," he taunted. "You will love me, because if i can't love you... no one else will."