kidnapped

|eight|

"jeez," i muttered.

"damn taeyong, why you so mean?" doyoung glared.

"yeah," ten backed up, "you wanted her here, why the fuck you being rude though?"

"so? i can treat her how i want. she's going to be our servant and our slave. it's not like she has feelings."

"woah man!" haechan yelled.

"can i go to the bathroom or-"

"be quiet!" taeyong yelled at me.

"you be quiet!" i yelled back. the room went silent.

"yeah, just because you guys can control me, here's a fun fact about me: i do have feelings. isn't that funny! oh ha. ha. right? correct. plus, i haven't gone to the bathroom for satan knows how long. i just need to go! is it that hard to ask for that or what?!"

taeyong's face morphed into full on rage. "did you just back talk me–"

"yes. i did. now answer my fucking question." my voice went deep, my face dark.

"what if i said no?"

"then you're gonna be catching these hands, buddy."

taeyong laughed dryly. "how?"

i stood up fast, the rope around my ankles tightening though i did nothing. i gripped the chair as hard as i could, pulling it upwards and finally being able to throw it behind me. i tackled taeyong, just about to punch him in the face–

"shit! shit! i'm sorry!" taeyong screeched.

my fist stopped, just about to hit his left cheek. my other hand gripped his shirt tighter while i pulled him closer to my face. "now can i just go to the fucking bathroom?"

he nodded with a scared look on his face. he squirmed and tried to get out from under me. i threw him back and stood up. "now where is it?"

taeil came to my side, touching my left arm lightly. "do you want me to show you–"

"please."

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"jesus christ she's fucking scary!" haechan said when i reached the bathroom at the end of the hallway. i could clearly hear their conversation and taeil's footsteps clicking back to the main room.

"did you see the way she ripped the chair off of her?!"

"taeyong," mark started.

"what?!" he snapped.

"your face though when she tackled you–"

"shut up!" his high pitched scream cut through the entire building as the rest started laughing.

i stepped out of the bathroom, wiping my hands on my pants since they were still wet because there was no towel to wipe them on. i saw taeyong's red face and almost burst out laughing. i covered my mouth though my snickers were still heard in the echoing hallway. the boys turned to me, a variety of expressions on their faces. haechan was smirking, mark smiling, winwin and jungwoo scared, doyoung and ten expressionless, taeil laughing at taeyong, and taeyong's red and scared face.

looking back on this and rereading each chapter before publishing them the girl is kind of weird along with the storyline so far but a badass so i mean it's fine though rigHt?