Pursuit Of Fate

Chapter 21

Disclaimer: contain expletives

"What are you doing to her?" Hee Gun stayed lying on the floor and shouted.

"You will find out soon," Jun Min looked at him and muttered

Jun Min took a black duct tape and tried to paste it across her mouth. Seong Im struggled, turning her head left and right trying to prevent him from doing so. His men stopped her from moving her head and Jun Min forcefully taped her mouth shut.

"Since you love playing games, then I shall play with you." he said.

Pacing around her, he squat beside her and scanned her body. "Where should I start with? Here or here?" he pointed at her shirt and jeans. Seong Im was shaking her head and making muffled sounds.

"I shall start from here," Jun Min rubbed his palms together and grabbed the middle of her buttoned up shirt and ripped it apart. Her bra and upper body were totally exposed. Suk Jin was definitely enjoying what was happening.

"Stop it!" Hee Gun shouted as he tried to move.

"Give him the first class seat and shut him up." Jun Min instructed his men. They dragged Hee Gun to the opposite of where Seong Im was. As three men held him down, another man slammed a duct tape across his mouth.

He helplessly watched on as Jun Min continued to remove her jeans, leaving her with only her undergarments on. She couldn't fend for herself. It wasn't possible. Tears flowed from the corner of her eyes as every single part of her body, every single details of her were exposed.

She was like a helpless deer as he forced himself on her. She squirmed her body as he held her down by pressing her shoulders. In the midst of it, she lifted her legs that were tied together and hit him right in his most sensitive spot. Jun Min backed away, bending over on the ground as he groaned in pain. His men rushed over to check on him. Gritting his teeth, he slowly stood up and motioned for his men to make some space.

"I see, you know how to put up a fight." he sarcastically said and slapped her across her right cheek.

He slapped her so hard that her cheek turned red and his hand print could be seen. "You wanna play some more? I can play with you." he yanked her hair and pushed her head against the wall. Her head brushed against the rough surface of the wall, grazing the side of her forehead.

Desperate pleas for him to stop only came out as low muffling sound. "What is it that you're trying to say? You want more? Sure. " Jun Min nodded and slapped her twice across her cheeks.

Hee Gun struggled to break free from Jun Min's men grip. He tried to shout but the tape on his mouth was preventing sound from coming out.

"Remove the tape on his mouth," Jun Min instructed and looked at Hee Gun.

"Why are you doing this to her? Stop!" Hee Gun shouted the moment they removed the tape.

"Does doing this to her hurt you a lot?" he continued to hit her head against the wall. This time even harder than before. Blood trickled down her head. Her eyes flickered open and close.

"Hyung-nim! Tell him to stop please! She's going to die at this rate!" Hee Gun turned to Suk Jin for help but he ignored him.

"You crazy fucker! Stop!" Hee Gun shouted at the top of his lungs. The veins around his neck stood out and his face was flushing red.

The moment he heard that, he let go of her and strode towards Hee Gun. "I lost hundred thousand of dollars because of her! Do you think I'll care if she's dead?"

"She's nothing but a slut." he muttered under his breath and walked back to Seong Im. With a surge of anger inside him, he broke free from their grip and untied the rope binding his ankles together. All those time, he had been secretly trying to wriggle his hands out of the rope. His wrists were pinkish red and the skin was torn from the friction created by the rope rubbing against his skin.

Jun Min turned behind to see what was going on and all he saw was Hee Gun dashing towards him, and his fist landed on his face seconds later.

"She's not a slut!" Hee Gun screamed in his face as he pinned him against the wall. He choked him with his arm pressing firmly against his throat.

"Get..him o..off me.." Jun Min struggled to get the words out from his mouth. With a metal rod, one of his men swung it across Hee Gun's back, hitting him directly below his shoulders. He stumbled backwards and fell onto the ground. "Hyung! Are you alright?" Jun Min's right-hand man asked as he helped him up.

"That bastard.." he coughed and slowly stood up.

"Give me that," his man placed the rod in his hand.

Holding on to it tightly, he walked to Hee Gun and swung the rod down on his stomach. He let out a loud groan and clutched his stomach, and rolled to his side. Sweat dripping from his forehead. Jun Min hit him hard again, this time on his upper arm. The strength was enough to leave him sprawled on the ground surrounded by Jun Min's men.

He tried to crawl away but Jun Min was quick to notice it. He stomped on the back of one of his knee and applied immense pressure. "How do you like this?" he asked with a sinister smile and delivered the final blow - hitting both of his legs with the metal rod.

Jun Min kicked his side and rolled him over. He squat down in front of him and lifted him up slightly by the neck. "You are no match for me." he whispered while tightening his grip around his neck. He took out a pen knife from his back pocket and stabbed him in his stomach. Hee Gun's back arched upwards as Jun Min drew out the pen knife and stood up, stomping him once more in his chest. Blood gushed out from his wound, soaking his shirt.

He snickered at how pathetic Hee Gun looked and went to Seong Im. "If only you would listen, things wouldn't had turned out this way." he patted her twice on one side of her cheek and said.

"I'll..do it.. Let..him g..go.." she uttered in between gasps.

"Isn't it a little too late?" He forcefully squeezed her cheeks together and let go with a forceful thrust. The back of her head slammed against the hard wall.

He turned to look at Suk Jin and gestured to him. "Let's have a drink and maybe we can discuss about 'business'." he said and gathered his men before walking away.

After witnessing what Jun Min did, there was no reason why Suk Jin would want to reject his invitation. He was soon following behind them with Jong Kook, Dong Hoon and his other men tagging along.

Walking at the back, Jong Kook took out his phone and held it close to his ear.

"Hello, this is-"

"There's an accident in xx warehouse. Two casualties." He interrupted the voice at the other end and said softly before hanging up the call. He hastened his pace and catch up with the rest to prevent anyone from noticing.

The sound of the metal gate shutting resounded through the place. Hee Gun slowly dragged himself across the concrete floor to Seong Im, elbow over elbow. It doesn't matter that he was bleeding. He just wanted to get to her. His legs were burning in pain each time he tried to bend and move forward. She was in a semi conscious state when he reached her. He reached for her shirt that was at the corner and propped himself against the wall. He covered the shirt over her body before removing the tape on her mouth.

"Seong Im, can you hear me? Don't close your eyes! Look at me! Look at me!" he said while breathing heavily. He tried to shake her though he could feel himself getting weaker as every second passes.

She opened her eyes but they wouldn't stay open for long. "Hee Gun ssi.." she uttered.

He grabbed her arm and leaned closer. His ear just by the side of her mouth. "Blood.." she uttered again and raised her arm slightly and pointed at his stomach.

"I'm fine. Please don't close your eyes!"he said to her desperately while shaking his head. Her eyes shut. Her body went limped and she slumped to the side. Hee Gun tried to lift her up but the more strength he exert, the more blood gushes out from his wound. He pressed his hand against the gash and leaned against the wall. He could hear the sound of siren wailing. The metal gate opens and a few men and women decked in blue rushed into the warehouse. Help.

"Sir, can you hear me?" One of the paramedic firmly tapped on his shoulders and asked.

"Save..her.." Those were his last words before he finally blacked out from the excruciating pain.