Bad Blood || K. Jongin

27| Concept Nothing

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(Lyra)

Anger.

That's the first emotion I feel when I open my eyes.

The rusty and dirty cell is far from comforting. I'm still trapped, waiting for anything to happen that can mean escape. Anything at all.

The terror from the previous night has left me utterly useless. I can't even move my head without pain shooting across my face and body.

I manage to sit up, whimpering loudly and cursing under my breath.

I gasp deeply, panting from the most simplistic movement. I'm out of breath from nothing. How am I going to get out of here?

Something feels wrong. Should I be this tired? Sure my body is healing... but I feel incredibly drowsy.

"Lyra!" My name echoes from the stall next to me. "You're finally awake, oh my goodness."

"What do you mean by that?" I look through the jailed window and see Si Yeon with a distressed expression.

"You've been asleep for almost 2 days." She whispers, turning away.

"You're kidding?" I say in disbelief. How?

She looks like she's about to cry. "They drugged you when you were sleeping. I think that's why you didn't wake up."

I really want to ask why they did, but after thinking over it again I know why. They want to keep me weak. I'm more of a bargaining chip than anything. I have to be. They have no other use for me. Right?

"What happened when I was.. out?" I ask, immediately regretting it after I watch Si Yeon's face fall.

"They raped Ana."

I can't really process it without feeling overwhelming guilt. Tears sting but never come out. I'm too dehydrated and weak to cry. If I ever thought I was weak before, this is the topping on the cake. I can barely move.

My head throbs. I take shallow breaths to steady my heartbeat but it's not working.

"Is that it?"

She nods. "It was last night, they drugged her again."

"Have you noticed anything? A way to get out?"

She shakes her head, opening her mouth to speak but closing it as soon as she hears footsteps far down the hall.

She quickly sits back down in her cot, low and out of my view. I haven't seen them since they attacked me. My fists clench weakly. If I ever get the chance to kill Sunghoon I will do it without hesitation.

The men the footsteps belong to come into view, each of them wearing the infamous black suits I had seen many times before.

But I can't seem to recognize any of their faces.

They walk directly up to my cell and unlock the door. I refrain from trembling as one of them grabs my arm forcefully, pulling me up from the cot and dragging me out of the cell.

Deep inside, I want to scream out with all my might, it hurts so badly but I know that's what they want to hear the most.

My knees scrap against the concrete, but they manage to hoist me up in the same metal chair. I slouch limply, keeping my head down, but letting my eyes wander for any sort of weapon or means of escape.