Yes sir, ...

I wrote this last year, it's on DeviantArt but I decided to post it here as well. I got inspired to write this because of one of the artworks of Eun-su. http://eun-su.deviantart.com/?rnrd=64444

I don't plan on continuing this so I will list this as completed. Thanks in advance ~

Disclaimer: I do not own the image, nor the characters. I do own the story. Image belongs to Eun-su, formerly Hexenpolizei. Link to DeviantArt profile http://eun-su.deviantart.com/?rnrd=64444

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Sweat was running down my spine, my hands shivering when pushing  the black bag on the band. It slowly made it's way through the detector. A bit to slow for my liking. I wiped off the beads of sweat rolling down my forehead and looked nervously at the police officer next to the detector. 

This wasn't my first time doing this, but still stressful when you watched - your body all tense - the detector scanning your stuff. The man who was scanning my lugage frowned and looked calmly at the officer.

Fuck

My heart began pounding, shivers were running down my spine. This wasn't good, if they ...-
'Sir, could you please follow me for an instant?' the police officer said, while placing a hand on my shoulder.
Shaken from my thoughts I looked up. 'Sure.' I said trembling and followed him to a room next to the metal detectors.

I walked in, nervously. This was so bad. The drugs were right under their noses and if boss found out that I failed, I was screwed. There was no escape from him, according to rumors he wasn't the friendly young - well, old according to me - man anymore when you messed up.
No one ever protested; his power was great.

'Sir ...-' The officer said. I turned around to the calm voice.
I did not have the time to react, the officer who was once standing calmly at the door, was now standing in front of me, police batton lifted in his hand.
Fuck

The pain hit me fast and I fell to the ground. Before losing my awareness, I could see the develish grin of the police officer. Everything went black.

Painfully I opened my eyes. It hurts. Trying to grab my head I found my hands cuffed.
'Wha...- Where ...-' I tried to say.
My vision cleared. I was in a car, and not just a car; enough space and darkened windows. I concluded that it wasn't a police car.
If not in a police car, where am I?

'Awake?' I heard next to me.
I turned around  to see the cold face of James, the assistant of Boss.
'Where's the police officer?' 'Where is ...-" I tried asking him
'Shhhh.' He said 'You talk to much, little brat!' while tightening the - what!? - collar on my neck. I began realising that I was in a vulnerable position and started trashing around.

'Wait, what is this!' 'Why are my hands cuffed!'
'Still to much questions. Hold still!'
Strugling to remove the chains, I became more and more nervous.
This wasn't good! Beads of sweat began rolling of my back, my heart pounding fast in my ears.

'What's with the collar? ...-'
'I'll tell you' He grinned, grabbing my chin and coming closer, exhaling his warm breath on my face. 'Where do you think useless drug couriers go usually, Ju?'
'Wha...-' I started but halted when I saw him pulling out a syringe.
'Yan-song always wanted a puppy.' He whispered while pushing the syringe in my flesh. My eyes widened and I started feeling drowsy.
'I don't ... understand ...' I said confused, while slightly fading away.

'You don't have to.' I heard in the distance. Sinking into darkness I felt how the car started and drove away.'This is not good' I thought before blacking out.
A plane departed and everything went black once again.

I don't know where I was, neither how I got here. The space was dark, so dark that when I opened my eyes, I thought that I was still closing them.
I couldn't move either; my hands were tied up above me, my collar attached to the wall.
I could feel that my shirt was gone, by the cold, dry wind that caressed my chest every 10 seconds. Maybe an airconditioner, I thought, not that it was important.

The sound of heavy footsteps on a wooden floor pulled me out of my thoughts. 'Fuck, this was bad, I remembered my fail now'
'Fucking James ...'

The footsteps came closer, then stopped. Hearing the metalic click of a key turning in a lock, I felt shivers running down my spine. Bright light blinded me when Yan-song stepped into the dark room.
He came to me slowly. Looking me in the eye and watching my reaction, he smirked challenging.
I looked down towards his feet, not wanting to see his fearless face.

I am so stupid.

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xoxo Yukiko