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Chapter 3

Okay...

Calm down, calm down...

I kept saying to myself while walking around in the room frantically.

I sat down on a chair and pulled my hair frustratedly while groaning.

I have to get out of here...

In order to get out of here, I have to get a partner. That guy and me, we are the only ones here...

We'll have to work together.

Okay, let's go over and take the first step.

I stood up and changed my clothes. I wore a red and loose T-Shirt with black ripped jeans and sneakers.

After getting my hair into a messy bun, I wore my jacket and shoes, and made my way out of the house.

The weather in this weird room wasn't that bad, but it wasn't good either.

I walked over to his house and knocked on his door.

No response...

I knocked again, this time stronger than before.

Again no response...

"Yaah! Open the door!!", I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"No", his stubborn voice could be heard.

I groaned as I searched around his door for a spare key. But I found something better instead.

...A bell...

I smirked to myself when I noticed the little button.

I smiled mishievously before I started spamming.

The bell was loud and sudden.
I heard a loud thump inside of the house and someone groaning in pain afterwards.

Serves you right!

Quick footsteps were heard and some shuffling inside some drawers.

The door opened and a furious boy, rubbing his head in pain, could be seen.

He slapped my hand away and started to glare at me.

I smiled at him sweetly and waved my hand, just like he did when disappearing into the house.

"What the hell do you want?"

"I want to talk to you.", I said determinded, changing the atmosphere within seconds.

He sighed and rubbed his forehead.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I want you to help me escape from here."

His eyes widened before he pushed me inside the house.
He pressed me against the wall and covered my mouth.
I felt uncomfortable, so I started squirming in his tight grasp.

"Shhhh", his low voice whispered into my ear, sending shivers through my spine.

We stayed like that for some minutes.
He closed his eyes and started to concentrate on something. I looked at his face with confused eyes, but did as I was told anyways.

After 5 minutes, he let go of me.

"What the heck was that?", I asked him angrily.

He shrugged.

"There was a drone", he said casually.

"WHAT!? A DRONE?? FROM WHO?", I almost yelled into his ear.

He covered his ears and groaned at the loud sound.

"Yah! Keep it low, will you."

"Answer my questions!"

He sighed before gesturing me to follow him inside.
Sitting down on his couch, he started explaining..

"Yes, a drone. That drone came from the people that dragged you into this hell. They always send out once in a while to check if there's something that couldn't be caught on the other cameras."

"We're being watched 24/7 ?!"

"Yeah, we are.", he said annoyed.

"If they would've caught you, trying to escape or anything like that in the way, they would've killed the both of us.", he said, his voice getting quieter with every word he spoke.

"K-Killed?", I asked with shaky voice and looked at him shocked.

He went into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of water.

"They may spare me, but they would kill you. They would have done it slowly and painful. They would've made you suffer until your last breath. They would've used knives and cut your limbs apart slowly. After that they would've poisoned you with the most brutal ones the humans know. They would've made you beg for death ", he said while he was standing in the kitchen quietly.

When he turned around to look at me, his eyes widened in shock. I could swear that his pupils got bigger and the blue colour of his eyes faded as bit and went into a more brownish tone.

I was curled up on the couch, trembling, trying to hold back big and ugly sobs.

It would've been a lie if I said that I'm not scared of death. I was afraid of it since I was a child and lost my mother.

I was afraid of dying because I knew that my father, who lived in Busan, would end himself if he knew that his only daughter was murdered, some years after his wife was.

I knew the pain.

I was afraid of it.

The first sob escaped my mouth when we made eye contact, and the others followed soon.

Putting down the glass he poured himself a few seconds ago, he rushed into the livingroom with a worried gaze.

"Aish, what have I done?", he said while looking at me guiltily.
He obviously didn't know what to do, since we're strangers and it would've been weird if he hugged and comforted me.

He groaned frustratedly and sat down beside me.

"I was joking! No one is going to kill you!", he told me while looking at me eith wide eyes.

I looked at him with shock, that shock soon turned into anger. My vision started to become red.

"Look-"

"You think this is funny?",  I cut him off, with my voice getting quiter and deeper with every word.

"N-"

"You think this is funny?! FOR GODS SAKE! I WAS FREAKING KIDNAPPED! I WAS DRAGGED INTO THIS WEIRD ROOM, I WAS DRUGGED AND NOW I HAVE TO LIVE WITH STRANGER. I AM FREAKING TERRIFIED AND WANT TO GO. And you know what? THE BEST PART IS, THAT I WAS TOLD THAT I AM GOING TO DIE! DO YOU THINK THIS IS A TIME TO JOKE?! ", I yelled at him furiously, more tears streaming down and staining the shirt I was wearing.

"Look, I-", he tried again to reach out and calm me down.

Slap

"HECK NO!", I screamed at the boy, who was clutching his left cheek with a shocked face.

I stomped out of his house, crossed the street and ran into mine, shutting the door brutally.

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TBC

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