The Gang In High Heels | BLACKPINK AU

8: Solo

Jennie braced her body as best she could as she felt rough hands throw her into the air. She crashed painfully onto what felt like stone. There was a clinking of an iron door slamming shut followed by an extended silence. Jennie waited until her heart rate had slowed and then reached up to pull her blindfold off. She struggled to put her hands up to her face and soon realized that not only were her hands cuffed but the guards had placed strange mittens over them to prevent proper use.

Requiring a surprising amount of effort and focus, Jennie managed to paw at her face with her fingers cupped together until a sliver of vision appeared. The blindfold had slipped down past one eye but the angle made it even tighter, the tight knot at the back of her head was impossible to undo in her foggy state.

Her one useful eye confirmed her suspicions that she had indeed been thrown into a cell. With a groan, she dizzily sat up and took in her surroundings. The darkness surrounding her was interrupted only by the dull silver gleam of cell bars that indicated her cold cage. To the right, she saw the vague outline of a cot suspended a few feet above the floor. Otherwise the cell was empty and the guards that Ophelia enlisted to drag her into prison had already disappeared.

The American version of YG dungeons sure could use some sprucing up, she thought to herself dryly. She looked down and was surprised to see the dark outline of her hands. Despite the strange fuzziness surrounding her extremities, there was nothing covering her hands. She rubbed her hands against her soft skin to be certain. Her fingers barely registered the touch but her face still held sensation. She wiggled her fingers and after a moment, they responded, slowly, as if they were receiving the signal over a vast distance. They definitely drugged me. It wasn't the first time that Jennie had been sedated, not even counting just the endless tolerance sessions the girls had endured for moments just like this, but she was still surprised at the effectiveness of the drug.

If there had been visibility in the near darkness, Jennie was certain that the room would have been spinning from her dizziness. She closed her eye and tried to breathe through the nausea. Sitting alone in the darkness, focusing on nothing, her thoughts eventually wandered to Rosie and her warmth. She wondered if she had been able to get to safety, going through a map of the city in her mind, imagining their previous trips to the city and all the different sights they had seen together. All the quiet moments they had shared. Her dizziness slowly eased and a tingling warmth grew in its place. Then -

 Lisa.

Jennie opened her uncovered eye and sighed. She couldn't go five minutes without that cursed girl intruding on her thoughts. She knew exactly where Rosie would take Lisa too, memories of their own time spent running away from their problems in the city told her exactly where the desperate Rosie would take the wounded Lisa.

Lisa, she scoffed. What did either of them see in her? She's the reason our group is on the verge of disbandment and getting everyone not named Jisoo killed. She pushed herself to her feet and began pacing back and forth in the darkness of her cell. She told herself it was to shake the remnants of the drugs out of her system and not because she was angry at everyone who never chose her. I'm not about to let that freak be the reason I lose Jisoo too.

As she paced, Jennie heard a soft rustling in the space to the right of her cell. She froze for a moment. I didn't think that they would place the two of us in the same room. I didn't even hear her get tossed into the cell next to me.

It only took three unsteady steps to the bars of the cell. "Jisoo?" Jennie called out softly into the darkness of the dungeon. An unfamiliar groan responded but nothing else. Jennie frowned as the dripping sound of the damp dungeons filled the silence.