The three prisoners were ushered out of their holding room by a squad of guards. Their first thought after seeing sunlight after weeks of incarceration was on how dreadful the outside world had become. Buildings were in rubble. Putin assumed that the ruins were back from the failed FSB rescue attempt. He was hit with a pang of guilt. Weeks of rotting in a cell made him desensitized to the things that had happened before. He has no choice to go forward at this point. Maybe they were better off just waiting for a rescue, albeit aching with guilt in the meanwhile.
They continued to walk into the capital, not daring to say a word. For all they know, they might be making a march through the city to the site of their execution. The whole city was silent; hell, the whole country may as well have been silent. North Korean citizens were staring speechlessly as they continued to march through, not even bothering to praise their dear leader on succeeding to capture two international powers... and that other guy.
After two hours of being marched, they reached the stadium. The Pyongyang stadium that was the largest in the world. All of their hearts nearly stopped, and Donald was a centimeter away from dying right then and there. Were their deaths about to be conducted right in front of hundreds of thousands of people?
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KIM JONG UNS KPOP BOYBAND
TienerfictieKIM JONG UN MANAGES TO NUKE EARTH AND KIDNAP PUTIN, TRUMP, AND DUTERTE TO ACHEIVE HIS ULTIMATE DREAM; TO FORM HIS OWN KPOP BOYBAND LIKE HIS FAVORITE IDOL GROUP BTS ENJOY
