Heathen//Lee Taeyong NCT

Chapter 2

7/3/2019

We crossed a busy bridge over the river as the car picked up a little speed. A cable tie was now holding my wrists together. The more I tried to move them the more uncomfortable it seemed to get.

I crossed my legs and tried to hold a brave face in the back seat of the car. I looked up slightly and met the red head's eyes in the mirror. As soon as he caught my glance his eyes shifted back to the road ahead.

I sighed and turned to look out the window. The city truly was beautiful. The bright lights of the city stuck out against the navy blue of the sky. Cars raced past us, flashes of colour passing as the did so. Each one appearing as soon as another disappeared. The cable tie had put a red imprint on the skin of my wrists. "Was tying me up really nessesary? I thought you established I'm not a danger." I called to the front of the car. Neither of the men answered and simply continued to look forward to the road ahead.

The heart of the city was disappearing behind us as we branched off the main traffic flow. As we moved further and further from the city centre, the bright city light's numbers seemed to dwindle and the amount of vacant buildings increased. Soon almost every second building we passed had a heavily graffitied shutter covering presumably broken windows. A wave of panic crashed over me as my mind came to very real possibility that these desolate buildings could be the last thing I ever get to see.

My palms began to sweat as my stomach backflipped when the car stopped moving. The red head signalled for the taller of the two men to get out of the car. My eyes squeezed shut and I uttered silent prayer under my breath when my door was opened. A hand grasped at my upper arm, pulling me from the vehicle. Once I pulled my other foot from the car, a thick piece of grey tape was placed over my lips most likely removing what little lipstick I had left after a night of partying while a small black bag was pulled down over my head. "Bring her with us." The same velvety yet harsh voice of the red head spoke before an arm snaked around my waist and I was hoisted over the taller's shoulder. With my hands still tied I could do nothing but allow myself to be carted off to God knows where I'm being taken.

I could hear gravel crunch under the feet of my captors the taller's broad shoulder pressing into my stomach with each step. A shutter door opened when he stopped in his tracks. The footsteps of both men became echoey and the shutter door from before closed. I was carried a few more steps before I was dropped onto a seat of some form. The chair creaked under my weight slightly allowing me to deduce it was wooden. Ropes were wrapped around my waist and shoulders to keep me from moving.

Finally the black bag was lifted from my face. A few strands of hair clung to my face with static and the piece of grey tape was ripped violently from my lips. I took in my surroundings briefly and although it was shrouded in darkness save for the light positioned above me, it was clear that the his was some kind of storage unit. Leaning against a wooden table in front of me was the red head and his accomplice. The red head was just outside of the light enough so that it cast a shadow across his face while the man of bigger build stood slightly behind remaining in the darkness.

The taller man pulled the same switch blade from earlier out of his pocket and handed it to the red head. He traced his fingers over it delicately before pressing the button on the side triggering the blade to come out of it's hiding place. I glanced down at the concrete floor around me and I noticed the both new and old blood splatters stained into the once clean smooth flooring. "So, do you feel like telling me what you're doing here." The red head took short paces in front of me, pressing his index finger on the point of the knife.

"I told you, I'm studying here." I made an attempt to keep my voice steady but my fear was evident through my quivering lip. "And I told you that's bullshit." His voice was strong but I could tell he was suppressing his irritation. "Your lot have been moving in and out of the city for weeks now." His voice grew louder and his fists began to clench. "My lot? What do you mean?" My brow raised in integration as my eyes tried to read his frigid expression.

"Don't play dumb with me!" He kicked a leg of the table. The sound seemed to ring out through the storage unit, only instilling more fear into my shaken system. "You all have been stepping out of territory for some time now and I intend to know why." As if his personality switched he composure became present once again and he continued to play with the blade between his fingers. "I can't help you. I know nothing." My answer came off as more of a plea as my ideas of getting out of this situation alive seemed to dwindle. "If that's the case, do you want to explain the ink on your arm." He brought his face right up to my own. I felt my heart jump into my throat as his eyes bore into mine before seemingly glancing at my lips.

"It was a long time ago. I was a teenager, alone and reckless. Of course I fell into the gang life style. But I left a few months ago and I'm just hear in Seoul to study, I swear. What's it to you anyway? " The two men looked at each other, seemingly having a silent conversation. The red head turned to me, the icy look in his eyes chilled my to the bone. A seductive smile pulled on the left corner of his mouth. "You're looking at the crime boss of Seoul baby. There's not a single thing that goes on in this city that I don't know about. Every trigger pulled, every drug and arms deal made must go through me before a single move is made." His smile shifted into a smirk of sorts as he raised his arms casually as if presenting himself

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Second chapter hope you all liked it. Kept this in my drafts for way too long
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