"Where am I? Where are you taking me?" The subject struggles to break free from the cuffs pinning his ankles and wrists to a stretcher. Four people were rolling him into another room.
"Hello, can someone answer me?" The subject squirmed again. "Let me go! I can sue you!"
The personnel overhead didn't even offer to shoot him a quick glance. They continued to roll him down a long corridor that seemed to stretch on for miles, as though he was in dire need of help.
Though the only help he needed was to get out. Nobody paid any attention to his complaints. The stretcher's front wheels met a bump in the floor. The subject felt his entire body shake.
He was rolled into a red room.
"Ninety-nine," a man in a lab coat hovered over the cuffed man, averting his gaze quickly. He proceeded to pick up a syringe.
"Wait..." the cuffed man pleaded, afraid. "Don't do this—"
There were too many unanswered questions.
The man was cut off as the needle pierced through his skin.
All went dark.
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"Where can he be?" Chanyeol splashes his face with cold water.
"He said he was freezing," Sehun says, picking up the tension in Chanyeol's voice. He grins, knowing what was to come. "Maybe he's in a freezer,"
Chanyeol grips the edge of the counter until his knuckles turn white. "I'm going to kill you."
"Listen, I don't know, okay?" Sehun puts his two hands up in defense. "You always ask questions but complain when you are given an answer. Be patient."
"Your answers are useless!" Chanyeol wipes his face with a cloth. "And you know that."
"Do I?" Sehun pouts like a child. "And I thought you were the smart one,"
"I am the smart one," Chanyeol continues, annoyed to the bone. "Xiumin is the lawyer, oh, and mind you, he's missing. What are you supposed to be? A marketing director? An air—"
"—airhead?" Another voice came from one of the bathroom stalls. Sehun and Chanyeol freeze, realizing suddenly that they weren't alone.
"Who said that?" Sehun turns around.
Silence.
"I said, who said that?" Sehun approaches the stall; Chanyeol's anger was beginning to show in his voice. "Come out and show yourself,"
"He heard you the first time," Chanyeol says in a tough voice, though his hands were quaking.
"Open the door," Sehun stops at the stall. "I know how to pick locks, open up." Chanyeol rolls his eyes; picking locks wasn't something one should be so proud to announce.
"Ooh, a tough one. How long you've been with this kid? Five, six years now?"
"Hey!" Chanyeol growls as he bangs against the stall door. How did he know that? "Get out here so we can talk,"
"I'll call security," Sehun threatens.
"And what will security do?" The man scoffs. The washroom goes silent. "That's what I thought... nothing."
