As he dragged her toward the bed, her cries filled the room, blending with the distant sounds of the explosion outside. In the midst of the commotion, her world had become a living nightmare, and she clung to the faint hope that someone, anyone, might come to her rescue before it was too late.
Wooyoung's grip was unrelenting, his face twisted with a mixture of impatience and sadistic delight. She struggled weakly, her limbs heavy and uncooperative from the lingering effects of the drug.
"Stop fighting," he growled, his voice low and menacing. "It'll be easier for both of us."
Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a desperate plea for survival. She tried to punch his chest throw her legs but he was too strong. He teared her dress in one go leaving her in just her undergarments. She pushed him and tried to run away but he harshly slapped her making her lip bleed. He pulled her by her hair and took her to the bed.
"Please, no!" she screamed, her voice raw and filled with terror. "Someone, help me!"
Just as Wooyoung was about to kiss her, a sudden noise from outside the room caught his attention. He paused, his head snapping toward the door. She took the momentary distraction as her chance to resist, pushing against him with all the strength she could muster.
"Stay still!" he barked, tightening his hold on her.
But the noise grew louder, the sounds of commotion and hurried footsteps approaching. Wooyoung's eyes narrowed, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his face. He glanced back at her, his expression darkening with frustration.
The door burst open, and another member of Wooyoung's another member stormed in, weapon drawn and eyes blazing with determination.
"Wooyoung, stop fucking around right now! We are under attack!" he shouted, urgency dripping from every word.
Wooyoung's grip on the girl faltered as he processed the new information. His face twisted with a mix of frustration and panic. He shoved her roughly onto the bed and turned to face the intruder.
"What do you mean San, under attack?" Wooyoung demanded, anger and disbelief warring in his voice.
The other man glanced at the girl, then back at Wooyoung. "There's no time to explain. Just take your gun Now!"
He turned to the girl, his eyes narrowing. "Stay here. We'll deal with this later."
With that, he stormed out of the room, followed closely by his comrade. The girl lay on the bed, her body trembling from the adrenaline and fear. She could hear the muffled sounds of gunfire and shouting from the house's exterior. The hope that had flickered briefly now felt more urgent-this was her chance to escape.
Gathering every ounce of strength she had left, she forced herself to sit up.She walked upto the cupboard which Wooyoung had already filled with clothes.She wore them Her limbs felt heavy and uncooperative, but she pushed through the discomfort, driven by the need to survive. She stumbled toward the door, her heart pounding.
As she peered into the hallway, she saw flashes of movement and heard the unmistakable sounds of a struggle. Some men was clashing with Wooyoung's men, the air thick with tension and violence. She knew she had to find a way out before it was too late.
Taking a deep breath, she began to navigate the halls of the house, each step a desperate bid for freedom. The distant echoes of the battle spurred her on, reminding her that she wasn't alone in this fight. She just had to keep moving, to find a way out and seize the slim chance at a new beginning.
She stumbled through the dimly lit hall, her body still weak and her vision blurred. Ahead of her, she saw Wooyoung aiming his gun at a man engaged in a struggle with another person, his back turned towards Wooyoung. Fear gripped her heart as she realized that if they hadn't arrived in time, Wooyoung would have raped her. Summoning every ounce of strength left in her trembling limbs, she spotted a heavy vase on a nearby table.
With a desperate determination, she gripped the vase tightly, feeling the weight of it almost overwhelming her weakened state. Her movements were slow and unsteady, her mind clouded with a mixture of fear and adrenaline. Each step felt like an eternity as she approached Wooyoung, her heart pounding in her chest.
As Wooyoung prepared to pull the trigger, she lunged forward with all the strength she could muster. With a primal scream, she swung the vase with all her might, smashing it into the back of Wooyoung's head. The vase shattered on impact, fragments scattering across the floor. Wooyoung staggered forward, his grip on the gun faltering as he let out a grunt of pain.
The man he had been aiming at turned around in surprise, momentarily stunned by the sudden turn of events. It was wonwoo.
As Wonwoo turned around in surprise, he found himself face to face with the girl who had just saved him from Wooyoung's deadly aim. Without hesitation, he caught her in his arms as she collapsed, her breathing heavy and ragged.
For a moment, Wonwoo's expressionless demeanor shifted to one of deep concern as he held her close. He gently lowered her to the ground, her hands trembling slightly he checked her for injuries. His heart sank when he felt his hand come away wet with her blood.But why ? Why was feeling so concerned for the girl he just met ? maybe because she Saved him.
Looking up, his eyes scanned the chaotic scene before him. In the midst of the confusion, he spotted a man taking aim at them. Time seemed to slow as he reacted swiftly, grabbing his own gun and taking aim with deadly precision.
The gunshot echoed through the hall as Wonwoo fired, his shot hitting the assailant with deadly accuracy. The man stumbled backward, his weapon falling from his grasp as he collapsed to the ground.
Wonwoo quickly returned his attention to the girl, his hands gentle yet urgent as he tried to assess her injuries. "Hey ? hey don't sleep ok," he urged softly, his voice a mixture of fear and determination. "Help is coming. You're going to be okay."
The sounds of the ongoing battle faded into the background as Wonwoo focused solely on the girl in his arms. He applied pressure to her wound, trying to stem the flow of blood as he waited anxiously.
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Shadows of desire : SVT✅
FanfictionIn the dark underworld, Seventeen reigns supreme as a ruthless mafia gang of thirteen members, feared by all. Yuri, an innocent soul, endures a life of abuse at the hands of her foster parents. What twists of fate will unfold when Seventeen and Yuri...