𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 [ 𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑴 ]

❁↠ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑: 7 𝑭𝑰𝑵𝑨𝑳𝑬↞❁

⚠️🔞 𝑾𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑰𝑵𝑮 🔞⚠️
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❁↠𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕↞❁

The abandoned building echoed with the silence of a forgotten world. The air hung heavy, thick with the scent of dust and decay, a fitting backdrop for the chilling scene that unfolded.

"I would like to play, but it's not exciting if there's no bloodshed," WIN said, his eyes gleaming with sinister amusement, his voice a chilling whisper. He relished the power he held, the fear he instilled in them.

He raised the gun, his finger tightening on the trigger. The gun pointed directly at LINGLING, who stood frozen, her eyes locked on ORM.

*BANG

The gunshot echoed through the building, shattering the silence, a deafening punctuation mark in the chilling play. The sound reverberated through ORM's body, a physical shock that stole the breath from her lungs.

ORM's heart lurched in her chest, her eyes wide with terror as she watched LINGLING slowly crumble to the floor. The weight of the bullet, the impact, the suddenness of it all, left her speechless, her mind struggling to comprehend the events unfolding before her.

"Oops," WIN said, his laughter ringing out, a cruel, hollow sound that sent a wave of despair crashing over ORM. He reveled in the chaos he had created.

"Do whatever you want to me, WIN, just make sure you don't hurt ORM," LINGLING said, her voice weak, her body trembling. She tried to stand up, but her legs buckled beneath her, the wound in her abdomen searing with pain. The world around her blurred, the shadows dancing as she fought against the encroaching darkness.

ORM's tears fell, cascading down her cheeks, a torrent of anguish. She had never expected that LINGLING would go to such lengths to protect her. She had always thought she was just a possession, a trophy, a prize to be claimed. But in that moment, the depth of LINGLING's love for her was undeniable, a revelation that pierced through the layers of her guarded heart.

"What is it, ORM? Is it not enough yet?" WIN asked, his eyes fixed on ORM, his grin turning predatory. He removed the gag, his gaze holding hers, a chilling intensity in his eyes.

"Please, stop," ORM quickly said, her voice trembling with fear, her eyes pleading with WIN to stop.

"Please stop, WIN," ORM begged, tears streaming down her face, her eyes darting from WIN to LINGLING, her heart filled with a desperate fear. She had seen the depth of LINGLING's love, and now she couldn't bear to lose her.

"I thought you wanted to see her suffer? I know you hate her. I know you also want to escape her clutches. I'm opening the door for you, so you should be thankful," WIN said, his voice dripping with a mocking sarcasm, his eyes glinting with a dark amusement. He aimed the gun at ORM, his finger tightening on the trigger.

"Don't hurt her," LINGLING shouted, her voice weak, a desperate plea for ORM's safety.

"I'm the one who decides, LINGLING KWONG," WIN said, his voice a menacing growl.

"Please WIN, Just Kill Me If You Want, But Please Don't Hurt Her, Please Don't Hurt ORM," LINGLING begged, the fears and concerns painted on her face. She would do anything to protect ORM.

"What do you think, ORM?" WIN asked ORM, playfully, his gun now pointing at LINGLING.

"Please WIN, Stop," ORM begged, tears streaming down her face. Yes, ORM had wanted to escape LINGLING's tight grip, her possessiveness, she had even wanted to see LINGLING suffer. But now, seeing LINGLING willing to sacrifice her own life just to save her, made her want to save LINGLING too, just as LINGLING wanted to save her.