I watched as T.O.P entered with Key in his arms.
The man who I assumed was named Izawa was pacing quietly, while Daniel had tied me down to the chair, not that it mattered, he’d given me another shot.
I looked at Key, he was about as still I was when I was first given the shot and the numbness filled me, but then he opened his mouth, and I think his words sounded just a tiny bit slurred.
What the hell, he left to get a freaking drink?!
“Put me down! Right now! Damn T.O.P!! Let go of me!”
“Keep quiet,” T.O.P speaks.
“Yeah right!” Key speaks, “I know they’re here, and they’ll find you. It’s about time-” he silences when T.O.P slaps him on the face, the sound echoing in the small room.
“Don’t slap him!” I shout angrily.
T.O.P sets him down in a chair similar to mine, and orders Izawa to tie him.
He does so, bending over to place Key’s hands in his lap, and as soon as he makes the final knot gunshots go off and Izawa crumpled to the floor.
Key stares at the man, his mouth dropping, and I do too in equal shock as I see the red pool form.
Key closes his eyes and looks away, speaking,
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“Its your fault he’s dead. had you not knocked him out, and caused him to fail me, I wouldn’t have had to do this,” T.O.P closes the distance between him and Key, and grbs the bottom of his face with one hand, forcing him to look at the man, he raises the gun again, and I look away, hearing another shot hit the stil