[ Discontinued ] Sinister Desires || pjm

ch4

"Test results"

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It was most likely the works of the Underground. Only people within that group could get away with this type of crime. It was an unforgivable act, a cruel job.

If you could call it a job.

You close your eyes as they become heavy even after waking up only a few minutes previous.

That Jungkook guy must've injected something into me too. Dammit.

You fight and try to resist before giving into the drug. Now, the situation you've opened your eyes to was totally different. However, you're still tied down with little to no chance of escape.

You found yourself in a laying position, strapped to a metal table. You feel the hard, cold feel of it as it touches the exposed parts of your skin, such as your elbows. This started to make you uncomfortable after a while.

"Yah! Anyone there!" You screamed, hoping to at least come into contact with someone. Is was until you realized that your plan to interrogate them was useless. Even if you tried, you weren't in any position to fight back.

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It felt like hours, but someone finally turned the knob into the dimly lit room. His face only came into view when he stepped into the light. He wore glasses and a white lab coat as well. This time, the guy was carrying a clipboard and a smile.

"Oh, you must be [Y/N]. I'm surprised Jiminie has kept you alive for so long! You see, he's never really done that so consider yourself special," he looked at you with a soft an relaxed face, but what's behind that mask was something they all had in common; a sinister demeanor. "I recieved the lab results. Turns out you're pregnant. Ah! Just kidding did I scare you?"

No. No was the answer. In fact, you were quite annoyed. This man reminded you too much of your dumb father who would always try land stupid jokes like that in hopes of inspiring laughter.

You remained silent while eyeing the man observantly. He really did remind you of a father despite the fact that he works with that short asshole. "What did you even test me for?" It was a question you asked with caution. You didn't want to say the wrong words in this situation.

"Hmm," he hummed, "well it seems to me you're eighteen years of age, yes? You're five-one and come from a family of three after your mom had a nasty separation with your dad."

Those words left his mouth like knives. How the hell can someone get all of that information anyway, but he continued to your dissatisfaction.

"You live quite far away. No hopes for you to escape," a giggle fell from his stupid gaping mouth and right then there, you wanted to punch him. "I really shouldn't be telling you this, but you might see the day until the end. Maybe." He stretched that last word so far your stomach churned to the idea of you having the same fate as the person in room 204.

Speaking of other rooms, where are you?

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Wow it's been a while! I will hopefully put up more chapters if this story is to my viewers liking :) also, sorry for the short chapter!

-Authornim