WARNING: Some gruesome imageryChaeyoung laid on the rusted metal stretcher, her breathing was shallow and she could see it in the air. Her body stuck to the cushion on which she lie. The pain she felt immeasurable, as the man in the top hat had sliced through her skin and cut her hair up. He was recording all of it, for probably his own sick pleasure. "My, my you have very nice skin." he spoke before piercing it with a medical scalpel, Chaeyoung's voice rang out from the room. But it fell on deaf ears as nobody was around.
At the moment she lay still, last she remembered she had felt faint. Her head bobbing to the side, trying to stay awake, but she'd given up after a few more cuts. The room was empty, a table of supplies besides her, and a blinding light above her. She turned her head to the side as the door creaked open. In came a girl, about her own age, the one she had seen at the party. If she'd known talking to her would have led to this, she would've never sparked up a conversation.
"I hope you don't mind my father, he's a little ambitious when it comes to fulfilling his daughter's wishes"
Chaeyoung felt her blood boil, she thrusted her arms towards her just to be jerked back by the cloth shackles on her wrist.
"Uh uh ah, don't do that, it'll just hurt more. You see, Princess Myoui Mina is a real bitch, she had the throne, a king of a father, the money, mafia, and she could have been mine."
She walked towards the medical table and grabbed the scalpel, "But noooo," Walking towards Chaeyoung she jabbed it right at Chaeyoung's head who swiftly moved and the scalpel missed her face but cut off a chunk of her hair and lodged into the cushion,
"Missy wasn't happy with her life, boo hoo mother died. So she ran away. Well she doesn't deserve anything, she has now, so I. am. going. to. take. it."
Ryujin stood up straight at flashed a bright smile. If one had seen it now they would not be able to see the malicious mind behind it. She skipped out of the room and Chaeyoung felt sweat running down her neck. She needed to get out of this hell hole. Luckily, while Ruyujin almost killed her she left the scalpel still in the bed.
Chaeyoung moved closer to it and clamped her mouth around it, she began to pull upwards. When suddenly "SHIT," the knife's exposed part, cut her lip, luckily it wasn't very deep. She kept working, until the knife was dislodged gives a small huff of achievement Chaeyoung positioned the knife in her mouth and rose in a crunch position. She began to swipe at the cloth around her hand. Making sure to keep an ear out for any footsteps. If caught, she would be killed.
When loose enough she wiggled her arm free and took a deep breath, it was easy to get out now. But the resounding sound of footsteps made Chaeyoung cautious, she put the scalpel onto the table and wiggled her arm back into the cloth. She closed her eyes as the door opened again to reveal Ryujin's father.
"Lets make a tape shall we, say cheese!" A bright flash was seen and he clicked a photo, then began walking towards Chaeyoung.
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Mina now sat in the chopper, they were a couple hours from the Alps in most cases of kidnapping, after 24 hours goes by, the person is most likely dead. She rocked back and forth hoping to find solace in this unfortunate moment. Besides her, Bang gave a soft smile, and put an arm around her shoulders. But it did little to aid her predicament. They had yet to touch ground.
-2 hours later-
They began up a large mountain filled with snow, the monitor in the officers hand showing that the call had come from a few paces above.
"Ma'am there is no way the chopper will be able to travel more, the wind is too harsh and we run the risk of crashing,"
"Then what is the next step?" Mina spoke calmly,

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Uneventful | Michaeng
FanfictionChaeyoung Son, isn't living the life she set out to live. In fact most of her days feel like depressive loops set out to start and end the same way, amongst the four stark walls of her apartment. Just her, Olive, the cat, and her guitar. Strumming a...