Blood, Love & Tears

Jeon

"I s- swear I didn't do anything! Ple- Please, you hav- have to believe me!!'' The man stutters.

''Please, I know nothing! Please, please!'' The man begs towards the man in front of him. The man standing in front of him is looking at him with a dead gaze. Almost bored.

That's the only thing the man can do at the moment, beg and ask for mercy while being chained to a chair in the middle of knowhere. He can't turn around but in front of him he can see how empty the building is, there is minimum furniture in it. Your typical abandoned place from movies where people get dropped after being kidnapped.

He regrets agreeing to the stupid mission that put his life in danger but he needed the money, needed it bad. Greed is ugly, but ofcourse he realised this too late. Everything he did is useless now, all his hard work for nothing, leading to this life threathing situation. He knows his chance for survival is slim. He won't be able to use the money he earned while dead.

He regrets everything.

Regrets meeting Michael, regrets accepting the mission because of the money, regrets getting inside  the most powerfull and dangerous group in South-korea as a spy, and most of all regrets the small mistake he made that got him caught. But it's too late, he's already doomed. He knows that in the Jeon's group the penalty for betrayal is death. He just can't seem to put his mind on the fact that he's going to die. The slight chance of staying alive by begging is what's keeping him from crying and pissing his pants.

Before he can dwell further into his miserable thoughts he feels something cold pressed against his forehead.

''You think we didn't know from day one that you were a spy? Who do you think we are? Amateurs? Shame that my friends got bored of you, it was funny seeing you and that brainless Michael think you had the uperhand.''

The man holding the gun against his forehead is tall and broad. The tall guy's dark eyes stares at him, his bored look replaced with one of disgust. His body starts shaking out of fear after feeling the cold metal against his head. Pathetic wimpers leaving his mouth, too scared to form normal sentences.

''Brainless indeed, I shouldn't have finished that Mitchel guy that quickly, but that fucker's face was just disgusting to look at.'' A smaller guy that appears from behind his chair says with a smirk.

''Michael.'' The tallers corrects. ''Even more disgusting after you blowed his brains out.'' The taller adds.

The shorter man just shrugs before giving the tied man a disgusted look.

''Should I finish this one too?''

The tied man's breath hitches, his eyes are starting to water. This really is the end he thinks. The two strangers are talking about ending his life with no care in the world, at this point he doesn't know what to do anymore, he just wants to live. His survival instinct starts kicking in telling him to do everything he can to get out alive. But he can't do anything. He's tied so well he can't move a muscle and he knows screaming won't help him so he just starts doing what he's best at.

Lying.

''Please, y- you don't understand! Th- this was a mission I got from Jeon himself, you have to understand h- he will get very angry hearing this.'' The tied man finishes with a few stutters.

The two threatening guys look down at him with shock in their eyes. Relief washes over him, seems like his plan is working because the tall man lowers his gun from his head. The two men look at him for a few more seconds without answering. Both of them taking a few steps away. He decides this is the moment to get himself out of this shit, so he continues playing with fire. Everyone knows to not use the Jeon's name carelessly but this is the moment of life and dead. He's risking burning himself but he's got nothing to lose anyways.