Youngjae allowed the dough time to proof and took out the garbage. He used the back door that led straight into the alley and threw the trash bag into one of the dumpsters. He was almost at the stoop of the back entrance when a gloved hand wrapped around his throat and yanked him back. Surprise wouldn’t be the correct term to describe his feelings at the sudden attack. It was more like horror and disbelief. Aside from the burn he got from the leather chafing his neck.

“What the hell?” Youngjae managed to gargle through the space left for him to breathe. Which was virtually none. He felt his head filling with carbon dioxide from the lack of release and the edges of his vision were growing fuzzy.

Wickedly sick graphic by; ║poisoned royalty™║