Abaixo o Amor

Abaixo o Amor

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"Jungwon tinha, absolutamente, todas as razões do mundo para dar meia volta e fugir dali, mas, o álcool em seu sistema nervoso deixava-o com o raciocínio próximo ao de uma batata. E ali estava ele, parado, em frente a porta de Soobin, seu melhor amigo e primeiro amor desde que podia entender o que era se apaixonar. Apertou com força a campainha e arregalou os olhos ao se dar conta do que estava prestes a fazer. Ele ia se declarar, mais uma vez, para Soobin e ter de sofrer, mais uma vez, toda aquela humilhação. Virou as costas já dando o fora dali, ele estava completamente louco, ou o que? Ouviu o barulho da porta abrir antes de conseguir terminar de descer as escadas da frente, permaneceu travado, com um pé em cada degrau. Apertou os olhos e as mãos, suas unhas fincavam em suas palmas. Oh Deus!, não tinha mais jeito de mudar o rumo das coisas, tinha?"
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"Aren't you tired of the way you live?" A voice inside of him would ask. "What can i do? I was born to live the life of a killing machine that dances to the command of my master. You think i never tried to run away from my life?" He would reply. That was him. The prodigy, the pride and praise of assassins. His hands were dyed with blood. Blood of men, women, children and the aged. He tried to rinse the blood out of his life but failed miserably. It was like a string attached to him, following him even in his dreams. "I see you are trying to run from your shell." The old woman said to him. "You are a pitiable person. When death welcomes you i pray you be free of your chains." She smiled as her cracked lips left her final breathe and her eyes lost its gleam. "Aaahhhhh!" The sound of painful scream echoed the room as he pressed his sword into his skin. He was ordered to kill the president of the country and bombard his residence. That was his last mission. But instead of leaving the house alive he stayed behind watching his piece of work decorate the walls of the building. He smiled. "It seems this is the only way to attain my own freedom." The sound of exploding bombs thundered into the ears of his comrades. They had realised what the man had done. However death brought him a new life. He was gifted the chance to live in freedom, to redeem himself and live the life he had wished for. But inside the world of a book. Life was all happy and beautiful. Until one unfortunate day he was entangled with the worst situation as he had to present himself before the antagonist of the book. Standing before him he caught his eye and was recruited as one of his personal guard. Moreover the protagonist of the story was very much to his distaste. But nothing could be worst than being objected as a sexual toy by the villain of the book, who had his ways with him right?

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