Kim Taehyung, a first class Host that only lives and dies for money. Sex isn't a big deal. Feelings shouldn't be counted.
I, Kang Haneul, a university student who have been living as a murderer the whole time. To kill or to be killed, that's the onl...
I curl up on the ground. I can't reach my phone. I just removed the 12 cm long and 2 cm wide knife, which was stabbed into my abdomen. If I didn't block it with my bloody hand, it might stab me 4,5 cm inside. I tried so hard, so it wouldn't damage myself too much, but I ended up hurting my hands, sliced slightly.
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It is not funny if I run out blood. Joon isn't here. He hardly can move his body, still half recovered tho. He can't save my life this way.
" You fucking bitch!"
That man still has motivation to hold his pistol after got shot twice by me.
" Why don't you rest a little? Aren't you struggling to walk?" I said.
" FUCK YOU! IT FUCKING HURTS MY LEGS!"
He keeps cursing around.
" Hahaha."
I laugh happily. Fuck. My limbs got stabbed, my abdomen got stab. I am tired of doing surgery.
" Why did you ruin their lives?"
He likes to trade women from all around the world. He collects them, building up his harem kingdom.
Look at those 16 women inside the cabin. They run, jump, break things, and scream aggresively. How much flakka doses did he inject on them?
He turns those women into zombies, sending them to the most pitiful death.
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" SINCE WHEN MY SLAVES BECOME YOUR GOD DAMN BUSINESS?"
I also feel tired of dealing with drug dealer mafia, but command is command. I must go. I also wish to assassinate corruptors or jack the rippers instead. It doesn't take a long journey to investigate.
