Spirit of a Dragon | TWICE FanFic

Chpt. 4: Punishment

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Silence.

Jason sneers at us.

"You'll regret that for the rest of your life."

Mark and Jason pull out two switchblades.

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TZUYU'S P.O.V.
I watch defiantly as Mark and Jason pull out switchblades. They just want to scare us. Cowards.

Jason starts to walk towards me, while Mark goes for Chaeng. All this over us not bowing? There's definitely something wrong with them.

Jason approaches me, and kneels down.
"I warned you, didn't I? You didn't listen."

I ignore him and glare into his eyes, furious till the end.

He lets out a snicker, before flipping me so my back faces the ceiling.

Great. I can't exactly retaliate now, can I.

Without warning, his knife plunges into my right arm. I can't even scream.

So they actually decided to stab us, huh.

Just wai-

My thoughts are interrupted by another flash of pain, this time in my left leg.

I grimace as I clench my teeth. I won't give in.

"AHHH!"

I look over at Chaeyoung, shocked.

Why does she have so many more cuts than me?! Wasn't I the one that always defied Mark? So why Chaeyoung??

I can't help but ignore the pain as I watch Mark torture poor Chaeng. He's sprinkling salt onto her wounds?! WHAT THE HELL! Jason didn't do that to me... why Chaeyoung...

Her pain tolerance level is much worse than mine.

Another scream of agony erupts from Chaeyoung.

I feel my face heat up in disgust and anger at everyone around us. Just as I'm about to say something-

I feel droplets of water?

DAHYUN'S P.O.V.
Finally, I found the warehouse. Mark's pretty confident that no one'll come in- there wasn't even one guard posted outside. Now, where's Chaeyoung and Tzuyu.

I hear a scream emit from deep inside. Sounds like...
CHAEYOUNG??

I run inside as fast as my legs can carry me, only to see Chaeng and Tzuyu, forced into lying-down position, screaming as knives are plunged into their skin.

How dare they.

I can hear my blood pounding in my ears. It's so loud...

Rage takes over. Hurt me, I'm fine. But hurt my friends or my family? You're asking for a death sentence.

Mark notices me, and all he does: smirks.