Loving The Beast

Chapter 19

[Third person P.O.V.]

"Answer me, Kris!" Ivy's scream made Kris snapped back into reality. He focused on the girl with the gun in her hands, but he couldn't do anything to stop her. He was both scared and frustrated. He doesn't want to lose her, but yet he's not ready to talk.

"Ivy-ah." He could only sighed and took a step towards her.

"Don't come anywhere near me!" She shouted. "Just- Let me go, Kris."

The man's thick eyebrows furrowed as his jaws dropped. "What?"

"Let me go, from the contract." Ivy's voice was shaky, her body was already dripping with beads of cold sweat as she tightened her grip on the gun. Her limits are up to its end and she doesn't even care of what is going to happen anymore.

She wants to be free again.

"Do you really think that I'm ever going to let you go, Ivy?" Kris sounded stern, his hands balled into angry fists as he stared at her. "You're mine, and you will always-"

"K-Kris." She suddenly fell down on her knees. "Stop being so selfish. Let me go. Please. Please." Tears streamed down on her pale face, and the gun was still pointed towards the head.

"Ivy-" Kris stammered, feeling worried about her actions.

"Hey, maybe... Maybe if I really do pull this trigger at my own head, I'll finally be free." Hope started to fill her eyes, but it was making her even more anxious. She couldn't stand it anymore. What is the point of being his if she's just going to be a servant. What's the use, if she couldn't even meet her own brother? Isn't it better to just die and leave them all for good?

A faint smile formed on her lips as she started to pull the trigger, looking at Kris who was looking at her with disbelief.

"Goodbye, world-"

"NO!"

-Bang!-

"AHH!" Ivy screamed, throwing away the gun when it suddenly fired. But not towards her. She turned around to see who pulled her arm and met those worried eyes, staring into hers like he's so afraid to lose her. Ivy stared into those eyes, and without realizing it, her tears started to roll down again. She couldn't help herself but to cry her heart out, and she rested her forehead on his chest.

His pair of arms didn't hesitate to wrap around her body, locking her into a warm hug.

"Don't worry, Ivy. I'm here for you."

Ivy buried her face against his chest, starting to regret everything stupid action she had done. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry, master."

"Shhh. It's not your fault." His warm voice entered her ears like a sweet melody, making her feel weirdly calm. She doesn't even know what to feel. But then she heard a sound. A sudden click.

"Byun Baekhyun!"

Baekhyun looked up and met Kris's eyes. Slowy, he felt Ivy's grip loosened and her body collapsing in his arms. Her eyes were tightly shut, and she didn't make a single movement anymore.

"Ivy!" Kris shouted to see her condition.

But then Baekhyun reached out for Ivy's gun and aimed it at Kris; anger, frustration and pain were written all over his face. Sweat was dripping down his forehead as he clutched the trigger tighter.

"How about we take it on from here, personally?"

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Ivy's P.O.V.