Kimora's POV
I felt something drip down my face after the noise happened. I assumed it was a gun, and the liquid running down my chin was blood. My eyes opened to see the man named Jon, dead on the floor. As I stared at his lifeless body, a presence appeared in front of me. I turned my head to see a man, tall, and a creepy smile etched on his face.
"Jeremy?"
He leaned forward, placing his hands on the arms of the chair I was bound to.
"You remembered. I'm so... So very happy to hear that. Just know that Jeremy wasn't ever my real name. Why would I give so many women the name of a man that will soon kill them? They'll just be like that one that warned you about me earlier. You know the one that didn't make it to the hospital."
He placed his hand under my chin, I turned. Then he grabbed my face and forced me to look at him. His grip on me was beginning to leave bruises, and I gasped at the pain. I couldn't move, the drug was still affecting my body, and my wrist were cuffed to the legs of the chair. Whenever I would try to look around for an exit, he would block my view. His smile erupted fear in me. I was helpless. I had no idea where I was at, how far I was from people or civilization. All around me was the smell of iron, worn-out pipes, and metal. I didn't even know how far I was in the building I was held in; everything looked so close together, my mind began to buzz.
"Sweetheart, save yourself by not thinking too hard. It's going to be hard trying to find a way out, especially since you've never been here."
He walked from me and leaned against a table that I now noticed. On it were different vials of liquids and needles scattered. I took deep breaths in, trying not to show him I was scared.
"Man, if only you just said yes... that day. All of this would have never happened. And, get this, and you two would be together. You and Miranda, the timely duo. Two beauties that the World came to love. This would be over. Yet, you said no and left your poor friend... alone... To die."
I felt a tear run down my face as I bit my lip, holding back my cries. The tear mixed with the blood, and his smile dropped to a frown.
"Clean her up. I hate having rotten shit on my things."
The other man from before quickly grabbed a towel and began to clean my face.
"Clean her whole body!"
He looked over at 'Jeremy' then back and me to whisper.
"I'm sorry."
He then cleaned down my arms and chest wherever the blood touched my skin. As this all happened, he just watched. His green eyes traced over ever inch on my body. After the henchmen were finished, he stood back up and faced his boss.
"Throw the body out."
He nods and quickly disappeared with the dead comrade. I never wished to be alone so much as of right now. This man, I came to know as the man who murdered my friend, stood in front of me with hunger in his eyes as they feasted on the sight of my naked skin. Then he walked back to me and touched my face, my hair, my neck. His fingers danced across each and every crook and cranny of my body. I shut my eyes and tried not to focus as his hands gripped at my chest and waist. I felt his breath by my neck. I was again trying to calm my heart. He began to kiss down it, and I snapped. I threw my leg up, hitting his knee. He snapped back and flung his hand across my face; I felt my lip split.
"You fucking, Bitch."
He slapped me again. Next, launched a punch to my gut. The impact was so intense that I felt my stomach flip. I ended up throwing up whatever was in my stomach on his shoes and my lap. I stayed hunched over in pain. He then grasped my hair and flung my head back to stare into his eyes.
"You need to learn who's the lion tamer and who's the Lionesses. I'm the one who holds the whip here, and there's nothing you can do about it."
He snapped my head back and walked back to the table. I was able to muster enough energy to lift my head.
"I'm going to get out of here. And when I do, I'm going to put a bullet in between those green eyes of yours."
He just laughed and turned to me with a needle in hand.
"We'll see."
Jaehwa's POV
I sat at my desk with Kimora's phone in hand. I flipped it back and forth in my hand, trying to gain of sense of where she could be.
"Kwon, were you able to come with a number of Warehouses within a 125-mile radius from the apartment?"
"Yes, but the problem is there's over 30. All run down and out of use. So any of them could be it."
I huffed and ran a hand, threw my hair. Looking back at the map, I wonderer
"Where are you?"
Kimora's POV
I woke up from the latest drug in my system. My head was all fuzzy, and I wasn't able to focus on anything.
"You seem to react positively to the new drugs. Maybe I should up the dosage. Would you like that?"
I felt a hand on my arm and then a prick to my skin. Just then and burning sensation ripped through my veins. I screamed in pain as it spread through my chest to my legs and feet. I began to cry from how bad it hurt.
"Please! Please stop it!"
"What was that? Could you speak up?"
"Please. I had enough."
I felt my heart begin to beat slowly as darkness crawled in my sight.
"Fix her."
He walked from me, and gently hand was placed on my wrist, and the next thing I knew, light came back to my eyes. I looked over to see the guy from before. He had put in an IV and tended to my wounds.
"Make sure she's still alive when I get back."
'Jeremy' left, leaving the guy who kidnapped me and me. I looked at him and begged.
"Please, you got to get me out. I know... you don't... want to do this anymore."
"Jon wasn't supposed to die. His motivate has completely changed. I don't want to die."
"I'll help you. Please... just get a message out to someone who can help."
He just walked away from me. I saw him reach into his pocket and pull out something.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing, Boss. Just looking at the time."
"Good. I would hate to kill you for switching sides on me."
He walked over to the man and placed an arm over his shoulders.
"Maybe you need a break. I'll have you switched out with the others."
He snapped his fingers, and two new men appeared. Both big and strong looking. I knew that now my plan was screwed. One of the new guys dragged him off and took him somewhere.
"Let's play a little game of Truth or Dare."
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Detective's Love Case
Hayran KurguAn American Detective gets transferred to Seoul PD, where her past catches with her. A death of a friend, the loss of the suspect, and a new spark between partners. Will time run out, or will love come and pause time?