PRIMAL FEAR 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘴 s.u

𝔢𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

chapter eight | ambiguity

The only times Lisa actually liked the quarters she was kept captive in away from reality, were when Mark would take walks around the garden with people. She wouldn't focus on their conversations, it never interested her since the first time she met the young man, Yangyang, briefly and even saw a man's head in a bag.

   Since then, it was only common sense that if she didn't want to feel sick, she wouldn't listen to Mark's conversations.

   Her injuries were better, but there were new ones born into new places, even as she walked, it pained her, but the female would pay no mind to them and continued to admire the scenery.

   The female had her eyes peer over to Mark and the dark haired boy he spoke to, both seemed to be very familiar with each given they were smiling so often and the visiting man would throw his arm over Mark's shoulder, showing closeness.

   Lisa held her breath when she heard her name being called by the maroon haired boy, and he asked her to go back inside, almost as if the presence of the newcomer had numbed into his mind the fact that she was a slave who could then take the opportunity to run.

   The female acquiesced, not questioning him and turning on her heel. At the same time, she knew she couldn't run away, and that she shouldn't doubt Mark like that, that he would think she would run away; because he held before something that threatened her not to. He still had her brother held above her head, as much as Renjun was free to go around however he wanted, he could still be hurt in some way of his sister did just a tiniest wrong movement.

   When she steps past the doors, she heard familiar voices from the side. They sounded like they were arguing, until a new one came through, and the voices stopped. Lisa felt confused, and even more when hearing hysterical laughter and curiously, she looks towards the source of noise.

    She followed it up the hallway, up until she is stood before the main living room door. The sound is even more livid then ever by the time she pushed the door open, scanning the room until her eyes settle in the middle; where there stood Jisung and Jaemin — Lisa hadn't known they were back — and a blonde male, whose hair was dirtied with red in certain areas, he smiled to them in a sardonic manner, blood running down in rivulets down both sides of his face, from his forehead, nose and even lips.

   Lisa stares at them now, petrified of moving a muscle given she hadn't known what to do. She should remember Mark's words, the meaning behind them being that she should head up to his office. But the sight before her, the boys showing animosity toward the man knelt down on the floor, which raised heavy tension into the air, had her stuck in place.

"It's going to take more than that for me to spill the beans, guys." The blonde laughed, sitting back on his heels. "You think that to hand her over, you only have to give me a few hits — you're mistaken."

   His words clearly made an impact on the pink haired boy. Jaemin didn't even have time to be held back by Jisung as he threw another punch to the teasing male on the floor, followed by a series of kicks all over the ribs furiously, the youngest between them tried his best to them hold his partner back but to no avail as he was pushed to the floor, being shouted at to stop.

"Jungwoo, you fucking piece of shit," Jaemin turns the body upwards, watching as the latter even through heavy breathing for his life, smiled confidently. He was wrong to think he'd still get out of the current situation. "do you think that by playing games with me, I'm only going to stick to beating you up?" He laughed dryly before his foot reaches for the stomach, simply leaving his foot there and adding no pressure.