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Blood spurts out from his mouth, face covered in bruises, hands and legs tied to the chair. As usual, he is helpless. He curses at the cruel, heartless man. No mistake! He is heartless. He has killed people.Heartless isn't the man, who right now is, punishing him for his sick pleasure.
Kneeling down, Mr. Shin grabs his hair and makes him face him. His face twisted in sick madness and the satisfaction of asserting his dominion over the man who could have surely killed him with his forceful street techniques—but bound with shackles, he stares at him helplessly. But in his eyes? Same damn arrogance. No one can ever pull that out from his black heart.
"Tsk tsk tsk. Look at you, huh? Reduced to dust and nothing more. I'm here to give you your last medicine—kind of beating the shit out of your pathetic life. Because I thought, tomorrow you're eventually going to die, so why not have some fun, huh?"
The cell is dark. He lights his smoke and starts smoking, the smoke curling between them. He, showing off his highly polished shoes, kicks him straight in the gut, earning a loud groan from him.
"You bastard! Leave me! The fuck do you want?"
He growls like a wounded animal in a cage.
"Relax, relax Mr... uh... ahem, Cein. It's just... you are leaving this beautiful world tomorrow. That too, early. What was the time again?" He pretends to think for a moment. "Ahh, 10 p.m.! Here I almost forgot your... death time. Anyway, so I was saying, I thought to have some fun with ya before you go, you know?"
Leaning back, he smokes. Face now twisted in an angry scoff, then as he smokes, his face twists into a smirk out of his sick amusement.
"You know? Venisa…" His eyes look at him, smirking, and he sees the change in his face after hearing just the mere name. "She... is quite beautiful. Damn, the curves she go—"
He is cut off by his angry loud growl.
"You son of a bitch! Dare to say any words and roam your lustful, disgusting eyes on Venisa, swear to God, I will bury your body 600 feet under the ground—not the normal ground, but under the dirty, filthy drainhole!"
His face twists in anger, but then he slowly laughs, so loudly—the laugh menacing. He stops abruptly and leans in close, bringing his face close by gripping a fistful of his hair. His eyes twist in anger, and he spits right onto Cein's face. Cein clenches his jaw so hard it might break, eyes dark in the same 'dare-me' glare.
"You filthy piece of shit. Listen to me—you are gonna soon rot in hell."
Laughing like he just said a funny joke, he pushes him away, leaving his hair, and stands up straightening his suit and tie. He wipes his hands with his handkerchief as if he just touched some garbage.
"Goodbye, Ce... psycho animal."
His loud laugh trails through the dark corridor, and he leaves. The cell door is closed. The shackles are chained. The light is gone. Just like his life... which will end soon... or who knows? What might happen?
He isn't scared of death. Oh, God knows how many times he has suffered much worse than this. Thunderstorms are loud, lightning striking. The sky is black, as if crying in grief. Winds blowing too hard. The cell is cold... again, he feels cold. Wants some thick clothes or any torn thin blanket. Shackles are cold on his skin.
But again, he isn't a human… right? In their eyes only.
As the grandfather clock ticks, he just stares at the small high window of the cell at the dark rainy sky. Eyes hard, just the body bound to the chair. His green eyes right now just picturing his... his Ve—doctor. A mere doctor.
But as minutes pass by, his heart wavers slightly. Eyes staring here and there. Foot tapping restlessly on the filthy cell floor. As if his eyes want to see her one last time... just once. Maybe to give her a thankful glance before shutting them forever. Or maybe to convey his forbidden feelings just once, one last time before he wreaks in hell.
As the tip tip of his foot increases, he stops suddenly, eyes widening a bit. In this chilly January, he sweats. Heart beating thud thud loud. Suddenly, he can't hear the sound of rain... as... as he realizes something.
His true feelings.
Yes, the psycho finally realizes that he? Irony. An animal. A ruthless man has fallen in what? Love?
If he had fallen in hell instead of that stupid, senseless emotion called love, he would have happily accepted that. But this? This isn't him. That emotion shouldn't belong in his heart. It's a weak emotion, which he definitely shouldn't be having in his black heart.
But here he is... for the first time, helpless. Angry at himself suddenly. Eyes red with self-loath. He roars like a caged animal, hands, feet restlessly throwing around. His voice angry—not at her, not at anyone—but at himself.
"Hell! Damn it! No! No! No! No! No! No! I don't do love! I don't do that shit! I don't! I don't!"
His head throws back on the chair, eyes at the dark cracked ceiling. Voice tired, his body goes limp in the chair, no more struggling under these tons of metals.
"I... don't! I don't... love her. Love Venisa... I don't love Venisa...!"
He looks at the window again as if defeated, finally by his stubborn heart. Just like his stubborn arrogance and arrogant sharp brain.
"Look what you made me do. You made me weak. I hate you... Ve... doctor."
That's a lie which he will never accept. The real translation of that "I hate you" was "I love you."
He won't call her Venisa. If he did, it feels to him like she is his—which is not the truth. Why would a sane, educated doctor love him?
But again… chuckling, eyes closing in amusement, he mutters to himself.
"Who said she is sane…? She isn't sane. Stupid doctor... stupid Venisa."
His restless sleep is broken by the sound of someone breaking the window mirror. His eyes open fully now, alert mode suddenly on. His brain thinks of all ways—who is it? Is it someone to harm him or kill him?
He would have seen who it is but right now he can't, as damn it, he is bounded by these stupid iron shackles. So he just—with alert eyes—keeps looking at the silhouette who is trying to enter into the cell.
Not so long, with a sudden loud thud, someone falls on the cell floor just a few meters away from his bound feet.
His eyes widen, heart racing in shock and little forbidden happiness as... as he looks at who it is.
It's... her. Damn it, it's her. Even in dark, he can recognize her. Her heartbeat. Every little beat.
His voice trembles a bit—not 'because of fear, but 'because of her presence. She makes the hard man weak. Only she.
"Venisa… wh-what are you doing here?? Do you even know what date and time it is right now??? They will st—"
He stops right away as he hears her soft voice, sniffing, clearly holding herself back from crying. She walks close until she is just one foot away from his bound self. Voice shaky in fear and urgency, she says:
"Let's go, Cein. Let's run away from here."
Kneeling down, hands helpless but determined, she remains back.
"From here... together."