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Chapter Four

DEJUN leaned against his bedroom door. Chest heaving up and down repeatedly as if he had finished hundred metres marathon.

His body was trembling as he plopped on the floor, crying mess.

     "Dejun! Open the fucking door! " the door banged on the other side of the room. However, it made the boy's situation become worse.

His body can't stop trembling as his hands found their way to his ears and covered them with so much force.

The poor boy scooted closer to his bed as he gritted his teeth; trying to stop himself from shaking.

     "Xiao Dejun, I swear to God open the fucking door or else you would end up like these motherfuckers!"

That's it!

He got up from the floor, jaws were clenching as green and blue veins popped out on his neck.

     "You motherfucker! You killed my parents! What else do you want Bitch?! " he spat behind the door as he breathed in and out uncontrollably.

The man on the other side however let out groggy laughs as he kept twisting the door knob.

     "Well, obviously I want you kid. These stupid parents of yours are unfortunately dead. Since your brother is nowhere to be found, you are the one who have to pay their debt. "

Dejun body began to shake again. His mind was playing tricks on himself and flashed some unfortunate situations like being sold or being force to be a drug dealer.

     "I- I don't have the money, I'm still a highschool student. Please I beg you don't hurt me. " he pleaded as tears kept streaming down on his face.

     "Do you think I fucking care?! Just open this fucking door bitch! We could talk things out. " The man laughed as he uttered the words.

Dejun knows if he opens the door he can't guarantee his life. He fished his phone from his hoodie pocket and send text to someone.

Hlp mw smne

BANG!

     "You Bitch! I told you to open the door! You are really getting on my nerves." The man said as he finally managed to break the door and stepped in Dejun's room without the boy's consent.

Dejun was panicking as his head couldn't think straight, he grabbed whatever that was close to him and swayed it in front of himself; trying his best to defend himself.

The man is 5 times bigger than him. He has bald head and a scar over his eyes. He looks nothing like human. His arms are full of tattoos.

Dejun backed off as the man walked closer to him. A smirk plastered on the man's face as Dejun gulped the fears away.

     "Come here kid. I promise I won't hurt you. " The man said as he stepped closer to the poor boy.

God, please.. Help me.

     "No please don't hurt me. I don't have the money. I swear! You have to find my brother. He ran away with the money. " Dejun clasped his hands together and begged for his life to the man.

      "But that motherfucker told me to come to you? Wow. The table has turned I see. " He mocked as he took something from his back.

Knife.

Dejun's eyes went wide as he bumped into his study table and fell on the floor in result.

Fuck, I can't run now.

His phone vibrated in his hoodie pocket but he's too scared to answer it. The man knelt in front of him.

     "Hmm.. Let's see what we got here. You're such a healthy boy comparing to the old fagots— excuse me— parents of yours. " He began to trace the knife on Dejun's body as the poor boy is shaking in fear.

One move and a little bit pressure, his skin is tear up like a paper.

     "I'm sure we can sell your kidneys. One kidney worth thousands— oh! Liver! Heart too! Damn kid~ It's settled then. Your parents debt is settle if we sell your organs. " He let out laughs.

Dejun was crying. He doesn't care if he looks weak now because he is very scared. He can't guarantee his life at all. He might die tonight. Along with his parents.

     "Shall we begin? I promise I'll be gentle. I'll cut you gently and I promise you no pain. " He said with a scary grin as he pointed the knife on Dejun's stomach.

Dejun yelled in pain as the knife made contact with his skin on stomach. His breaths were uneven as he felt something coming out from his abdomen.

Before the man could do further, someone shoved his head from behind and beated him.

     "S-Sicheng-ge?" Dejun stuttered as he tried his best to keep his eyes open.

     "Fuck you! This is what you get for touching a single strand of my brother's hair! " Sicheng totally ignored Dejun's call as he kept punching the man under him.

Dejun's vision becomes blurry as his ears catch something.

     "POLICE! "

     "DEJUN!! " He catched the silhouettes of Yangyang, Sicheng, and an unfamiliar boy rushing to him.

He finally close his eyes. One word in his mind...

Die

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