loop ||•annyeongz•||

chapter 16

TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of blood and physical abuse. slight implications of sexual harrassment.

Day 10: Part II

The first thing Yujin hears after regaining consciousness are gruff male voices and their condescending laughter.

She squinted her eyes to adjust to the light. Her eyelids felt heavy, like she had just been drugged. The back of her neck stung in sharp pain as she slowly lifted her now strangely heavy head from its lolling position. Yujin hissed at the impact, the tip of her spine cracking as it sent a jolting sensation throughout her body.

"............ should've known better than to let you off. You're disgusting, worthless scum like your father."

She couldn't see properly. The peripherals of her vision fogged in a white cloud and it was the same sensation as when she had inhaled weed. Her head swirled in confusion, struggling to obtain a grasp of her surroundings. The ringing in her ear seemed to intensify with each second.

"..........awake."

"Leave.............make sure no one......... these two."

It took Yujin a few seconds to regain her senses. The first thing she sees right after is the metal ceiling, high up from the ground she was on and illuminated by slivers of moonlight peeking in through the ventilators. Must be a warehouse, she assumed. The texture beneath her felt rough, a little grainy if she were to add and Yujin was positive of the fact that she had been kneeling for a while from the way her legs felt numb whenever she tried to move them.

The sight before her though, stung her to her senses. Wonyoung was tied up just like her, except she was bound to a chair and a man seemingly in his sixties towered over her small and vulnerable frame. Several other men in uniforms surrounded them and Yujin did not need to be a genius to figure out that they were being held captive.

She felt her nerves crawl as the man clutched Wonyoung's jaw roughly in his grungy hands and forced eye contact with him. "If I wasn't set on ending your pathetic little life, I would've put that pretty mouth of yours to good use." The smirk that he let out afterwards on his wrinkly old face summoning the vomiting urge at the base of her throat.

Yujin growled under her breath. Her breath staggered a little as she struggled to speak in her dazed state. "Don't fucking touch her." It was so airy Yujin was sure no one in the room had heard her.

"Sir, west wing wants a word with you."

"What now?" The man who was obviously their leader let go of Wonyoung's face, annoyed at the disturbance. Wonyoung didn't look pleased.

"I think it was something about the new crates. I've heard they arrived."

"Get the boys. We're moving right after we clean these two up." Taking the device extended to him, the man exits the warehouse hastily with a few other men in tow. The others remained, watching her and Wonyoung with predatory eyes and as subtly as possible from every angle. Yujin looked at the younger girl fiddling in her chair.

"Hey, you alright?" Wonyoung spoke up.

We're going to die was the first thought that crossed her mind. Yujin replied nonetheless, "Yeah, just a little hammered. I think they drugged me."

"I think so too. You've been out for a while."

"How long?"

"I don't know, it's already midnight. Hours maybe."

"Midnight?!"

Few of the men looked in her direction questioningly. Yujin's jaw hung open. "We've been here that long?" she asked in disbelief.