'Bong?, where are u. Stop messing around u dumbass and come here, We should've left thirty minutes ago. '
Lights were dimly lit outside, the nauseous stench of alcohol wafted upstairs, the sounds of laughter and god awful music ringing through Hyeon's eardrums. 'Its ok Hyeon, he's probably around here some where, i just need to look further.
This is where Adrian said he was, to get more drinks for the party? Right?'
'calm down, its ok, its ok'
Clenching down on her purse, her hands tightening, turning into a pale white. Noises turning into murmers, slight whispering, and the room echoing.
Footsteps were approaching down the wooden staircase, the sound of keys locking the door.
'B.. Bong?'
The figure approached closer and closer, the stench of liquor becoming stronger every step taken.
'Its ok Hyeon.'
'BONG I SWEAR TO G-'
'It isn't Bong sweetheart.'
'Huh.. Th.. That doesn't make sense, where is he you piss take, and who the fuck are you?'
'Don't worry about that darling.'
He sounds familiar, but i can't see him, if theres a way i could fught a source of light to unmask this creep, unless-
Hyeon reached out for her pocket, to get her phone, but suddenly rough hands grabbed on to her wrists, her body shaking from shock. His hands holding on, enough to make a dent.
'WHAT THE F-'
The other hand grabbed her throat, pushing her face upwards forcibly.
'Ahh your a feisty one aren't ya, I like that, just listen to what i want you to do, then you can go back to your brother, simple as the abc's'
'Wh.. What di.. u do t..to my broth..er u fucke-'
His hands clenched tighter around her throat, her head about to pop at any given minute.
'Well lets just say he's upstairs with some girls. '
'WHAT DO U WANT, JUST LET ME GO AND I'LL DO ANYTHING'
Hands loosened from her throat, Hyeong spluttering and coughing. The figure came in contact to her lips, forcing her to jolt backwards.
'I hope your experienced.'
Its all my fault.
