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for reference:

(in italian. i used google translate, ofc it might be wrong so please pardon me🙏)

puttäna: bitch/whore.

stæi zittö: shut the fuck up.

è il tuo occhio adesso, il prossimo sarà il tuo cazzo:  it's your eye now, next will be your dick.

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Insane.

Dried paint pulled on my skin as I shrink myself into the farthest corner, my cuffed ankles huddled close to my chest. My limbs were aching, but I couldn't help but glare all the more at the man who was collapsed in front of the prison with his back against the wall as he iced his cheek and thighs. His hair were tousled, and his shirt was abused out of its place. I could see his bare shoulder peeking out, but his uniform laid intact with his belt that carried the logo of the Korean government. His batch was fallen right in front of me, his name emboldened with a stamp unique to the president.

He was the incharge of taking care of the top criminals of the country. His black gear with a gun and a hidden dagger was a proof that he worked closely with the President, probably as his bodyguard.

He breathed out in agony, but right now, his mere presence was angering me. If it wasn't for the other guard steeling my movements, I could've had this rage out. He didn't fight back, nor did he make any effort of blocking my attacks. And he didn't have the right to do so; he had to know how much he had fucked us all up.

Everything started with him. It was only fair he could get a share of what we were going through, I had gone through and am still going through. Selfish move, but I think I deserve this bit of privilege. I might have looked like a mad woman, but I don't have regrets. It was worth it.

He wasn't alone now, the guard who had previously stopped me was whispering harshly to Taehyung. He was pressing ice against his cheek and shoulder, though his lips constantly reeked of curses. His facial features clearly stated, he wasn't a native; maybe an european. His head tilted more too often towards me, making it obvious that he was badmouthing me; moreover his tone grew louder as time ticked.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" The guard  seethed as he gave a sharp glance in my direction. "This puttäna could have killed you if it wasn't for me."

Taehyung stared at me for a second before glowering down at the guard. "I remember correctly about you having a criminal record of selling an illegal weapon. You aren't qualified to glorify your acts, if anything you're worse. Your Italian ass can be transported back to hell."

The guard beside him froze at his words. "Stæi zittö—"

"You can easily be beheaded according to the act number twenty five a and c; for vandalising government property and for selling it off to our rivals disrupting our world peace and environment; that included in act fifteen."

His eyes fluttered around the corners and the walls, a sheet of sweat forming on his forehead. He was clearly intimidated and afraid of what might happen to him. He gritted through his teeth, and in a flash of a second, pulled out his dagger forcing it upto Taehyung's neck. But Taehyung had fast reflexes, as he twisted his hand and pulled him down under him, his long fingers wrapping around the guard's neck. The guard squirmed in his place, his legs kicking at Taehyung's shin, but he remained unperturbed; more concentrated in glaring at the man below him.