Mine

CHAPTER 4

"Aaah!" Lee's scream tore through the air as the woman swung the metal rod with brutal force, the impact sending shockwaves of pain through his chest. He gasped for breath, each inhale searing his lungs as he struggled to stay conscious. The woman's eyes, cold and calculating behind her mask, bored into him, her presence like a dark shadow suffocating the room.

"You... Lee... You know what you did, right?" she hissed, her voice dripping with venom. The way she spoke his name made his blood run cold; there was no mercy to be found in those words. She was here to exact justice—or maybe it was revenge—and he was nothing but a broken, trembling target.

Lee's breath came in ragged gasps as he tried to respond, his mind spinning from the pain. But the words wouldn't come; all he could do was stare back at her in silent, terrified pleading. The man standing beside her watched the scene unfold with a cruel smirk behind the mask, his hand resting

casually on the gun holstered at his side, as if this was all just a game to him.

"Now... die," the man said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion, as he drew his gun with a practiced ease. The click of the safety being disengaged echoed ominously in the small room.

"No! NOO!!" Lee's scream was desperate, raw, as he thrashed against his restraints, trying in vain to escape his fate. His heart pounded in his chest, each beat a frantic reminder of how close he was to the end.

"Bye," the man said with chilling finality before pulling the trigger. The gunshot rang out like a death knell, and Lee's body went limp, his head slumping forward as blood pooled beneath him, staining the cold concrete floor.

"Ah, what a mess," the woman muttered, wiping her hands clean with a napkin she pulled from her pocket. She acted as though this was all just a minor inconvenience, something that had briefly interrupted her day. "Thanks for your help, Agust."

"No problem, Tania," he replied, his voice calm and detached, as if they had just finished a routine task. But then, a faint hissing sound caught their attention. Both turned to see one of Lee's men staggering towards them, barely clinging to life.

"Ooh, you're still alive. Let's finish you off like we did your boss," Agust said with a twisted grin, his tone almost playful as he reholstered his gun and walked over to the injured man lying on the floor.

With a swift, calculated motion, he shot the man in the shoulder, and the room was filled with the man's agonized scream. Agust laughed, a dark, humorless sound. "You think you can escape? Sorry to shatter your dreams." They quickly subdued the man, dragging him to a special chair lined with needles. As they tied him down, the needles began to dig into his flesh, drawing fresh streams of blood with every movement.

"Already bleeding? That's no fun," Tania remarked, her voice tinged with mock disappointment. She picked up a metal bat and swung it with brutal force, the sickening crack of bone breaking under the impact reverberating through the room. She didn't stop until she was sure multiple bones had been shattered.

"Oh, sorry," she said, her lips curling into a twisted smile. "Tania, remember how you once told me you liked baseball?" Agust asked, watching her with dark amusement.

"Yeah, but I was terrible at it," she admitted, shrugging.

"It's okay. You can practice here!" he encouraged, pointing at a spot on the chair. "The target is right there."

"Roger that," she replied with a grin, swinging the bat again. This time, she aimed for the man's arm, but the bat connected with his head instead, sending a spray of blood across the room.

"My bad, dude, just got a bad aim, ya know," she said, feigning innocence before delivering another blow, her laughter bubbling up despite the man's gut-wrenching screams.