✨️Porchay only wanted to meet his online friend, he only wanted to meet Kim, not knowing that this was all a lie, the real Kim is a police officer who doesn't even know about his existence but needs to save his life ✨️
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“Who are you…” Porchay whispers the moment he is inside, seeing a man instead of Lena. He is standing in the middle of the room and smiling gently, until he understands that the boy wants to run away.
“You can't!” He screams, running to him at the moment Porchay can grab the door knob. He pushes him back, enough to stumble and fall, in the middle of the room, he looks absolutely terrifying.
“What…what…” Porchay says but his fear is taking the lead and he can't really understand what is happening. He stands up again, his legs shaking a small amount.
“You're scared ?” He asks calmy. “I get it, I am sorry that I have to kill you…”
Porchay's eyes grow colder. His whole body wants to stop functioning by itself so he wouldn't try anything against him. He giggles scarily, not believing what is happening.
“W-why?”
“I don't know. He didn't tell me. You just need to die.” He explains calmly.
“I won't…won't…won't die!” Porchay screams, a wild sensation taking over him. He feels like going crazy. As if nothing anymore would give him peace. He wants nothing more than to run away. Kim and Big are outside, he knows this, he just has to let them know. The window. Porchay doesn't look at it. He saw it often. The window is too far from the place he is, however if he can run, open it or even break it, and then scream. It might work. It needs to work.
The man doesn't do anything, looking at him like an animal ready to jump with a hint of apologies on his expression, as if he wasn't here personally for Porchay but nonetheless he still needed to kill him.
Porchay runs towards it in a sudden fast move, trying to be as fast as possible, but the man is faster, pulling on his shirt and making him fall. The ground is hard against his back, his head hurts itself violently against it.
He feels hands. Hands around his neck and the sensation that he will die. This feels like dying again, the pressure giving him a pain, a high and insufferable pain when he tries to strangle him.
Porchay’s hand is moving in the air, trying to get anything around, anything which can help him to push him away before he wouldn't be able to move his muscles anymore. He already can witness how his brain is losing focus and how his body feels tired.
He has a grip on a plant, near the table. He gives one big, and his only physically possible, push to it, the pot being thrown at the man's head.
It lessened a small amount the pressure, just enough for Porchay to move his head a little, his neck pulsing with a violent pain. He tries to crawl away, coughing loudly.
