This story is set between a dangerous Mafia King and an Innocent girl. ((• ON GOING •))
This story content:- Mature content/language 🔞
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A man committed a sin by snatching someone's daughter, someone's sist...
Sana (sobbing): "No! Please! Stop it! I'll do anything, just please let me go!"
The boys held her down pinning her shoulders to the floor while the girls began to tear at her clothes. The sound of ripping fabric echoed painfully in the room. Sana fought, she kicked and she cried until her throat was raw but she was outnumbered.
The red light on the camera started blinking Recording.
Boy 2: "Don't look so sad Sana. You're going to be a star."
Just as the girl reached for the collar of Sana's shirt to rip it open the heavy doors of the music room were hit with such force that the wood groaned. A second later they were kicked open slamming against the walls with a sound like a thunderclap. ___________________
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The sudden crash echoed through the music room freezing everyone in place.
The girl who had been reaching for Sana's collar stopped dead, her fingers trembling just inches away from the torn fabric.
Standing in the shattered doorway framed by the dim light of the empty hallway, was Jihoo.
The air in the room instantly turned heavy, suffocatingly cold. He didn't look angry in the typical sense-there was no shouting, no wild expression. Instead, his eyes were completely dead dark and void of any human emotion. He looked less like a student and more like a predator that had just caught a pack of stray dogs touching his property.
Jihoo (voice dangerously low): "I don't recall giving any of you permission to touch my things."
The two boys holding Sana's shoulders suddenly felt a wave of pure terror wash over them. They slowly let go of her arms backing away as Jihoo began to walk into the room.
Girl 1 (stammering, trying to hide the scissors behind her back): "J-Jihoo... wait... it's not what it looks like! We were just-"
Before she could finish her sentence Jihoo closed the distance between them. He didn't even look at her. With a blindingly fast, brutal movement he grabbed the boy who was holding the tripod camera by the front of his jacket and slammed him face-first into a heavy drum set nearby. The cymbals crashed violently and the boy collapsed to the floor groaning in pain.
The rest of the group gasped scrambling backward. Jihoo turned his dark gaze onto the lead girl. He stepped close towering over her and grabbed her by the hair tilting her head back roughly so she had no choice but to look into his terrifying eyes.
Jihoo: "If that video exists anywhere on that phone or if a single word of this leaves this room your father will be filing for bankruptcy by tomorrow morning. I will personally ensure your families are begging on the streets. "GET OUT."
The girl whimpered tears of fear springing to her eyes. The moment Jihoo released his grip she and the others scrambled toward the exit tripping over their own feet and leaving the injured boy to limp out behind them.
