Bad Blood || K. Jongin

25| The Enemy

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(Lyra)

Tears stream down my face as I struggle against the handcuffs. I can't break free.

This can't be happening.

Not again.

Waves of terror crash over me. My joints turn to jelly, and my heart seems to forget how to beat. And to to that off, my leg aches violently. I can still feel the open wound bleeding.

Every bump the car drives over tosses me around from my bound position. My head slams limply against the interior of the trunk, and I almost pass out by the rough contact.

The struggle to stay awake is agonizing. My body yearns for rest, but I can't. I won't.

I will not be weak this time.

I will go down fighting, for myself, for Jongin, and for the people.

I may not understand the reasons fully, but I trust Jongin with all my heart, and he is the one who is going to lead us.

I need him. He needs me. The people need us.

With a new surge of rage, I kick my good leg against the taillight as hard as I can, hoping and praying that it would break off.

"Please!l I whimper, kicking over and over again. I flip on my other side, gritting my teeth from he sharp pain that seats across my skin. But I kick the opposite light, and it refuses to come off.

I lay silent after that, my energy completely drained.

I just wait. Listening to muffled voices as the car comes to a complete stop.

My heart races nervously. I'm no match for these men, I may be strong, I may know how to fight. But they are stronger, bigger, and they have guns. They know who I am, what I can do. And who I'm allied with.

They won't give me mercy this time. My freedom is placed solely on someone else shoulders. The only thing I can do is trust Jongin with my life.

I feel sick.

I hear shuffling outside and before I can close my eyes, the trunk is lifted, sending my vision into a bright light.

I flinch as strong hands lift me up.

I squirm weakly, not being able to grab onto anything or defend myself.

I'm thrown onto the concert ground, and something inside of me cracks. The discomfort causes a muffled whimper to leave my lips.

"It is her." A familiar voice chuckles. The last one I ever wanted to hear. "Well done boys."

The man bends down into a view, a cunning smile placed along his lips. "We meet again Lyra." Sunghoon touches my face tenderly. "Why do you look so distraught?"

I spit on his face, immediately regretting it as his fist comes in contact with my face.

"You can forget about special treatment this time around princess." He shakes his reddening knuckles. "You're no longer our product, you're our barging chip."