dangerous | choi seungcheol

[ Chapter 10 ]

Analeigh stared at the person in front of her, keeping her expression blank.
She couldn't decide of it was smart or not to not answer back to him, but she kept quiet.

"Not the social type?" He asked, standing up and brushing his brown hair out of his eyes swiftly.
He reached out his hand, signaling for her to grab it so she could stand up.
Analeigh raised an eyebrow, her glance drifting down to the rope binding her ankles.

Joshua chuckled. "Oh right." He smirked, pulling out the pocket knife once more, slicing through the rope.

Analeigh then grabbed his hand, and he pulled her up.
She was a bit wobbly, her legs feeling like jello from the weird position she had been in for God knows how long.

Joshua took the remaining severed pieces of rope and bound her wrists together again.

He didn't bother to do that before I could stand up? Analeigh thought.

"You know who I am," He said, his hands working fast as he tied the thick white rope into a firm knot. "So who are you?"

"Don't be stupid. You sure as hell know who I am or else you wouldn't have brought me here."

"Well Ms. Rioux, you are quite right about that." His hands brushed against her bound ones as he finished tying his knot, walking in front of her.

His light brown eyes met her dark ones.

"What do you want from me?" Analeigh stared into the pair of eyes directly in front of her, pursing her lips slightly as she bit the inside of her cheek.

"Everything you won't tell me." He paused. "Information about the SCA, what you have to use against us, what your plans are, where the rest of you that are in the city are.."

"You're right that I'd never tell you."

He smirked. "We'll see."

-

Seungcheol didn't know where to start.
They had barely any information to work with- no trace of where she had been taken, and the drunk bartender definitely wasn't a help at all.

He put on his coat forcefully, sticking his gun on his belt once he was done, and then pulling his shirt over top of it so it wasn't exposed.
He grabbed a pair of keys of of the table in the foyer, and rushed out the door with May and Mingyu in pursuit.

Once inside the car, Mingyu unfolded one of his gadgets and pulled up the GPS tracker.
A green dot rested on one of the streets, blinking. Analeigh was alive, and they had somewhat- innacurately- located her.
As easy as it sounded, it wasn't.

They had no clue what they were going to find once they reached wherever she was hidden, and they were completely unprepared.

She was out there somewhere. What was happening to her? Was she being tortured?
The thought sent shivers down Seungcheol's spine. He was nervous, and there was no way to sugar coat it.

They drove into the night, following the small dot on the GPS as best as they could.

And then he realized why he had been so worried, so nervous, so on the edge of insanity about this.

-

He now had her sitting in a separate room. It was annoyingly casual, it didn't look like anywhere you would be held captive.
It creeped her out though, how there were no windows, yet the lighting still appeared to be natural.

She shook her head. Had she been right all along..? Were they trying to drive her insane?

"Tell me everything." He demanded, removing his elbows from the small circular table as he leaned back into his chair.