THE DEVIL'S FINEST TRICK IS TO MAKE THEM BELIEVE HE DOESN'T EXIST!!!! BUT HE DOES!
In the cutthroat world of business, Jeon Jungkook stands tall as a ruthless tycoon, revered for his cunning and charm. Alongside his partners Kim Namjoon, Kim Seokjin...
As Michelle's eyelids fluttered open, the world around her was a hazy blur. But with each passing moment, the fog lifted, revealing a dismal space shrouded in darkness. The air reeked of dampness and decay. A droplet of blood trickled down her forehead, a crimson reminder of her brutal encounter. Her head throbbed with pain, and her body ached from the vicious blows.
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Michelle's gaze wandered, taking in her surroundings. She was bound to a sturdy chair, ropes biting into her wrists and ankles. The dark room seemed to close in around her, its shadows suffocating. A faint scent of rust and mold clung to everything, intensifying her nausea. Her throat was parched, Michelle's tongue felt like sandpaper, desperate for relief.
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Footsteps echoed through the room, growing louder with each step. A figure emerged from the darkness, his sinister grin illuminated by a faint, flickering light. One of the bandits. He chuckled, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure as he surveyed Michelle's battered form. "Looks like the savior needs saving now," he sneered, taunting her. He dangled a bottle of water before her, its transparency a cruel mockery. With a sudden, callous gesture, he poured the water onto the floor, watching as it formed a small puddle at Michelle's feet.
The bandit's laughter grated against Michelle's frayed nerves, but she clenched her jaw, refusing to give in to her rage. Though her blood boiled, she forced herself to remain calm, her mind racing with strategies for escape. As the bandit departed, his parting words hung in the air like a malignant promise: "Omg, so bad... the savior itself is now in the cage." Michelle's eyes narrowed, her resolve hardened. She would survive this. She would escape. And she would make them pay.
Michelle's fingers closed around the shattered glass like a lifeline, her determination burning brighter with every passing moment. She sawed through the ropes, each fiber snapping like a thread of hope. Freedom beckoned, and she seized it, stumbling out of the dark room into the midnight forest.
The darkness enveloped her like a shroud, but Michelle pressed on, driven by the desperate need to escape. Her bruised body screamed in protest, every step a testament to her unyielding spirit. The distant hum of cars drifted through the trees, guiding her toward the highway like a siren's call.
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As she burst onto the highway, hope surged through her veins. But it was short-lived. A bandit's shout pierced the night air, and Michelle knew she'd been spotted. Weak and battered, she forced herself to run, her feet pounding the pavement in a frantic bid for freedom.
The world narrowed to a single, terrifying moment. Headlights loomed, tires screeched, and Michelle's body crashed onto the highway. Pain exploded through her, a kaleidoscope of color and sound that left her reeling. Tears streamed down her face as she lay there, broken and helpless.
The bandits fled, assuming the accident would be her demise. But Michelle's hand instinctively reached out, grasping for a lifeline. And then, a car door swung open, and a figure emerged, rushing toward her.
As Michelle's vision faded, she saw him - a stranger with piercing eyes and a face etched. Her hand grasped his, her voice barely audible. "Plea...please...Help...me...S-Save...Me...And...them..." Her eyes rolled back, and darkness claimed her.
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To be continued..........
"The darkest night is often the one that precedes the most breathtaking dawn, yet it's in those shadows that monsters roam free"
