ׂ╰┈➤ ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝙋𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉
Will you survive being forced against your will to join
an inhuman motorcycle gang? As well as your rivals
trying to kill you every chance they get?..
what about if you only lived through it all because
of...
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"Nghh.."
My body tensed and I let out a displeased groan, the steaming liquid made my stomach feel like it was melting from how much was being poured onto me
. My body was held down by something, not letting me freely move and only allowing me to look upwards at the cracked ceiling.
A bright light shined down directly into my eyes, having to close them half the time from my eye's sensitivity.
Someone continued to slowly pour the immensely hot liquid. I tried to bite back pained yelps and to not let my discomfort show, I was very aggravated. Angry and displeased grunts kept leaving my mouth every now and then.
I was starting to get really irritated, this was probably continuously happening for the last hour. All I remembered was talking with Daichi until someone stabbed me in the back with what felt to be a needle.
I'm guessing he planned this all out, this had to be something to punish me.. My heart dropped to my stomach when realizing they were probably doing it to Yachi as well in a different room. I forced myself to try and speak, my throat dry from dehydration.
"..enough." I breathed out, my hands were stuck to my side as I tried to wiggle my hands. I couldn't help but curl them into fists from the discomfort.
I felt no more pain filled liquid being poured on me. I could only hope he would let me go now or at least feel sympathy for me. I swallowed back saliva, waiting for whoever was near me to respond.
"I guess we can move on to the next level now." A low voice spoke up, talking to himself but his words made me perk up in disbelief. "Next level? Fuck, give me a break. Tell Daichi to stop being a pussy and to talk to me!"
I sneered as I scrunched my nose, the anger I built up bursting out. I hoped saying his name would trigger something in the man to get mad somehow. Though my words were how I felt, I was getting really annoyed from all of them sucking up to him. He didn't even seem like all that, mediocre at best.
"Aw someone's mad.. you took the pain quite well, I didn't expect that. Guess you're stronger then I thought." A familiar and teasing voice spoke up from further away.
"Also, I don't appreciate you calling me by my name as if you know me. Call me boss, you mutt." His voice turned more stern and demanding, I gritted my teeth at his commands.
