"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't rip your trachea out right now" Wooyoung growls in his ear, his voice laced with venom and malice.
San laughs darkly as he tries moving under Wooyoung's tight grip, the latter further tightening his hold on S...
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San pants in exhaustion as he runs and stumbles down the dark and twisted hallways of the vampire mansion. He turns into another empty hall and leans in the cold concrete wall in order to try and catch his breathe.
He winces, clutching his side in pain. Looking down and soon realizes that his stab wound was worse than he thought. Crimson red blood was painted all over his hands and stained, as well as soaked up, the side of his grey long sleeved top.
His light colored hair dampened and stuck to his temple due to the small beads of seat formed on his forehead. "Look around this area. He stumbled down this hallway and he's injured so he couldn't have gone far" The gruff voice of a guard echoes down the hallway behind him and San's eyes widens when realizes how close they were.
"Yes sir" Other men responds in unison before loud footsteps can be heard charging in his direction. San pushes himself off the wall and continues running down the dark corridor, struggling desperately for air.
How had he even managed to get himself in this situation? He thought of everything that could possibly go wrong and he had a back up plan to counteract each possibility. He even had a backup plan to his backup plan but here he was, stuck in the box with a bunch of blood sucking cockroaches with no backup and was practically bleeding out all over their floors. Not the mention that a few of those said cockroaches were hot on his tail. It seemed like such a cowardice way to die.
"No, there's no way I'm dying to cockroaches" He mutters to himself as he kept his jogging pace occasionally looking behind him to make sure he wasn't being followed.
"I heard footsteps this way!" A guard says.
San turns into a hallway and felt his spirits lifted when he sees that both sides of the walls were lined with doors. At least one of them has to be open, he thought to himself as he starts opening each door.
They were all locked. And each doorknob he turned and realized was locked causes his heart to drop deeper and deeper in his chest. "Shit" He mutters in frustration.
He soon realized that since his hands, which were stained with blood, is what he used to turn the handles. He'd covered all the silver stainless steel door knobs with traces of his red liquid.
That didn't matter to him though, he just needed to find some kind of window to get the hell out of there. "All these halls and not a single window" He says in disbelief.
"There are blood trails down this path" Another guard says.
Just as San was beginning to think this was the end of the line for him, he twists the last doorknob and it opened. He didn't have time to celebrate so he quickly slides into the dimly lit room and quietly shuts the door.
He lets out a soft relieved sigh and gently rests his forehead on the door. I'm safe... for now.
Since he had his back turned to the room he didn't realize that he wasn't alone. A hand grips both his wrists and pins them behind him in a painfully uncomfortable way. He cries out in agony as his attacker pushes him tight against the door, putting an excruciating amount of pressure on his wound.
