Fickle Me, Fickle You
Description
The truth is, you could slit my throat and with one last gasping breath... I'd apologise for bleeding on your shirt.
The moment 18-year-old Yang Jimin steps foot into Myongji High, it’s as if she’s bound to an eventful fate that can never be undone. Is rooming with two very secretive boys a simple coincidence?
Foreword
“Darling, you’re merely a toy in his game.” She mocked, roughly pressing a burning metal bar against Jimin’s inner thigh. The smell of charred human skin accompanied by the copper-like odour of fresh blood made her want to gag.
Jimin panted and whimpered, controlling her cries of anguish knowing each sound would cost a price.
She struggled in her seat, wrists starting to feel numb after experiencing the burning sensation of tightened ropes. Her eyes brimmed with hot tears as she stared so viciously at the broad tormenting her.
“At least I wasn’t thrown away ” Jimin growled fiercely, clenching her teeth.
“ We’ve heard enough. Kill her,” The sound of his overly familiar voice called out as his figure emerged from the darkness. “And do it fast.”
Jimin glanced up, mouth left gaping in confusion.
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C H A R A C T E R ( s )
Yang Jimin
Oh Sehun
Jung Ilhoon
Credit to Shineelock [ CLICK ]
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