CHP 22: Minho

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I struggled against the ropes to no avail. 

I was stuck.

I closed my eyes and tried to relax as I leaned back against the tree. 

After a while I heard the crunching of leaves and footsteps. I opened my eyes and was immediately overcome with disgust. Jack and his goons had arrived, wearing crooked grins on their ugly faces.

"Hey Minho, comfy there?" Chris sneered.

I glared back at him. Jack walked over to me and crouched down to my eye level.

"We're going to teach you a lesson Minho, one that you'll never forget." Jack grinned. I avoided his gaze.

Ivan came over and grabbed my hair. I grunted in pain. He held my head up so that I could see Jack in the eyes. Jack stepped back and cracked his knuckles. As he winded his arm back to punch me in the face, he paused and thought for a moment. 

"Cut him loose Chris." Jack ordered.

"Wait what? Why?" Chris asked, bewildered.

"Just do it idiot!" Jack snapped back.

With annoyed huff, Chris took out a pocket knife from his back pocket and cut the rope restraining me to the tree. I rubbed my wrists and looked up at Jack.

"Now we can begin!" Jack smiled, and proceeded to kick me in the face. 


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