Where's Changjo?
A normal surfer girl? Not even close..
Your POV
"She's being a stubborn little girl." The silver hair chuckled.
Each of the gangsters continued clawing at your outfit, gradually revealing your underwear. You kicked, bit, and screamed but it didn't stop them, instead some slapped you and continued to leave bruises and marks on your skin.
A man from behind your chair placed a cloth in your mouth preventing you from talking. You struggled, "Don't touch me!"
Red spikes chuckled. "You shouldn't fight it.. It'll hurt less."
"Unless she's a ."
You gasped and tried to move your chair away. Silver hair smirked and grabbed you by the neck. You immediately stopped moving. He pulled the cloth out of your mouth so you could speak.
"Now, if you stop fighting then we could leave you alone.. but if you don't then you'll become our ." Silver hair smirked.
"What do you say?"
You glared and spat in his face. ". Off."
Silver head chuckled and wiped his face. He stood up, "So stubborn."
You watched helplessly as they all walked out leaving you in silence again. You slipped a small pocket knife out from your sleeves and began cutting away at the ropes. When the ropes on both your ankles and wrists broke apart you began searching for a way out.
*I need to get out of here.*
You pulled at the doorknob but it was locked. Next attempt was the windows, but they were locked as well. Finally you spotted a small opening in one of the locked windows. You tried to lift it but nothing would budge.
"Come on.. OPEN!" You shouted in frustration.
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