Time 12:45 Am
The room was dense, the dim lighting casting shadows across Ria's determined face as she moved toward the door, her heart steady, certain it was just who she expected.
She smiled, her voice light, "You're fast—" But her words faltered, her eyes widening as they landed on five men standing ominously on the other side.
The man in the center looked back at her, a smirk dancing on his lips. He stepped forward, confidence and intent clear in his stare, his voice smooth and laced with an unsettling calm.
"You look so beautiful, girl," he said, his gaze roaming over her in a way that made her skin crawl. He lifted his chin, shifting slightly as if to shield her from the other men.
"Hey, don't anyone dare to touch that girl in black. She's mine."
Ria's heart quickened, unease pulsing through her. She tried to shut the door, forcing it closed, but one of them caught it, his grip iron-strong.
Her voice was firm, sharp. "If you don't get out now, I'll call security and have you all dragged out of here."
The man in the center chuckled, the sound cold and hollow, as though he were amused by her resistance.
"Sweetheart, why make this harder than it has to be?" He leaned forward, the darkness in his voice slicing through the air. "It's just us five... and you five." His eyes narrowed, his breath grazing her cheek. "So why don't we make this fun?"
Without waiting for her response, he forced his way in, his hand gripping her arm as the others moved past her, shutting the door behind them with a decisive click.
The five girls were scattered across the room, each in sudden shock, their expressions slipping from confusion to horror.
The men surrounded them, advancing slowly, each step a cruel promise.
One of the men lunged toward Yoon-hee, his movements quick, controlled. His eyes held no empathy, only hunger as he tightened his grip on her wrists, trapping her.
"You think you're going to escape, doll? Try me."
Nearby, Yoo-mi was backing away, her voice breaking as she tried to push him off.
On the other Aera was trembling from fear , the man hovering above her dangerously , even though she is pushing him away, he doesn't even budge an inch.
"Get away from me!" she screamed, her words ringing with desperation, her heart thundering in her chest.
The man cornering Anya smirked, brushing a finger down her cheek, his grip fierce as he whispered in her ear, "Struggle all you want. It only makes this more fun."
When she fought back, clawing at his face, he grabbed her, swinging her against the wall with brutal force.
She crumpled to the floor, her head bleeding, consciousness slipping from her eyes.
Ria's breath hitched as she saw Anya's blood, fear turning her limbs to ice. She scrambled to her friend's side, her voice frantic.
"Anya! Anya, please, wake up!" But before she could check her friend's pulse, fingers coiled into her hair, pulling her backward, and she gasped in pain.
The man holding her smirked, his face close to hers. "Oh, you want to save your friend? How noble," he sneered. His hand gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him.
"But don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make sure you don't forget this night."
Ria twisted in his grasp, her voice cold despite the tremor of fear. "You don't scare me. You're nothing more than a coward who preys on the helpless."
His expression twisted with anger. "Coward? I'll show you what real fear looks like." He raised a fist, striking her across the face, his knuckles biting into her skin. Pain exploded across her cheek, but she held his gaze, her eyes blazing defiantly.
Another man threw Aera against the wall, her body slumping as she hit the ground, bruises already forming on her arms and face. She groaned, her vision blurring as she tried to get up, but the man pressed his foot against her back, forcing her down.
For a moment, everything seemed to freeze, a horrible silence filling the room, broken only by the gasping breaths of the girls and the mocking laughter of the men.
The man holding Ria smirked, lowering his face until his breath was hot against her skin. "You thought you could fight us? Pathetic."
His hand drifted down her shoulder, his fingers leaving cold trails on her skin. He was leaning closer, his mouth nearing hers—
Suddenly, flames surged high outside the window, their fierce glow casting sharp shadows across the room, illuminating the cruel smirks and frightened eyes alike. The sudden blaze startled the man, making him step back, his expression faltering.
"What the hell?" he muttered, taking a step away from her as the flames seemed to leap, wild and furious.
As if on cue, the alarm blared, its shrill sound slicing through the chaos.
Outside, the pounding of footsteps echoed through the hallway as the security team approached, voices shouting in urgency. Panic shot through the men, their confidence crumbling as they exchanged worried glances.
"Damn it, we've got to get out of here!" one of them shouted, and they scrambled, releasing their hold on the girls and sprinting out the door.
Ria collapsed to the floor, gasping, her hand trembling as she reached for Anya. "Anya, please..." she whispered, her voice thick with desperation.
But her friend lay still, blood pooling beneath her, her face pale and still.
The room was suddenly flooded with people, the staff moving frantically as they called for help. The metallic scent of blood hung heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid smell of smoke.
Ambulances pulled up outside, the red and blue lights casting an eerie glow that flickered against the bar's shattered atmosphere.
Time 1:00 Am
And as Taehyung neared the scene, his heart thundered in his chest, his eyes widening in horror as he took in the chaos the flashing lights, the medics rushing in, the onlookers murmuring in shock and confusion.
His steps faltered, dread coiling around his heart as he realized the gravity of what lay before him.
With each step closer, his breath grew shallower, his hands trembling. And in that moment, he could only hope that the face he loved more than any other would be safe amidst this brutal nightmare.
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Darkness Between Us
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