REVENGE GAME

//handsome,probably//

KINN

My head is spinning, I can still see though. Damn, this guy is hard as steel, my freaking jaw I hope I haven't lost a certain tooth that would cost me my smile or else this fucker is gone. Wait a fucking damn fucked up a minute!!

What the fuck is that??

Am I seeing it right or has this attack travelled up my head from my jaw...

A Russian gun, I mean those are common but that is a whole fucking machine gun.

Damn it, why did Chan never give me one of them I told him so many times to get me one.. but he would go like;
'Anakinn I will lose my both kidneys if I were to give you one'

Then how on earth did this guy get it, damn there is no going back now had these people not held me like I am some fucking hyena I would have ran my ass off of here! And oh hello, my crush - look at him witnessing me getting killed here. He is sitting on the car so casually as if this is a fun show. Motherfucker, didn't you save me from the dart, save me now. Will you?

But he has no reason to be here and meddle in between the mafias, has he? I shouldn't have maybe dragged him in but would have helped me earlier. Like still sitting at least run for your own life stupid!

I glanced at him and we locked eyes for a long moment, his gaze lingered on my face and scanned it well. Nice, watch my bruises - these hooligans have ruined my handsome face! And maybe, just maybe I might be overthinking this but does he look worried?

Hell fucking yeah!!

Good lord! It's a pity that I am going to die like this, this early. Hear me out, Jesus! I am just 25... how can you take me just now? No no no !!

But the good thing is at least I saw my crush worried for me before I die, but hell this is so disappointing too like I didn't even have a single kiss with him let alone a fuck - not even one smooch!

So disappointing!

"Not gonna say something, scaredy cat?" This bastard still dares to mock me and no-uh I am not gonna die at the hands of this little pussy, not in this lifetime - not before I avenge for my father ain't no death can take me down.

"Well, did your sugar daddy give you the money to have this little toy?" I kept my tone sane while I still struggled to get out of the trap of these iron hunks, what are these fuckers made up of?

"Toy?" he sounded as provoked as ever, his shrill voice was laced with anger and bam the satisfaction is so soothing makes me forget my wounds until they itch once a bastard pulls my head back with my hair, not the fucking hair - don't touch my silk strands you motherfucker!!

"Do you even fucking know how to press a trigger, bloody twink!" at this point I don't recognise my voice, these hunks have done me pretty well and my voice is just becoming as weak as ever, this stinging pain my head from where this bastard is pulling my hair, I am afraid he might leave a bald spot in my pretty head. Just let me be free once you all.

"Well, how about I test it on you?" he answered getting down from the van where he was standing along with the weapon, the gun still resting there over the tripod. Maybe if I free myself, I can use it back on him. But hell fucking HOW!?

"Who has sent you, anyways?" I did what I did best, playing with words to distract him and these guys. I just need one subtle chance and I will be free.