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“Ugh...”
His entire body lay bound.
No matter how much he twisted his wrists, they wouldn’t move.
Seoyeop had made sure he couldn’t escape, tying his legs so tightly he couldn’t move an inch.
No one was in sight, and with his mouth gagged, he couldn’t make a sound.
All he could do was writhe on the cold, hard ground.
Even the slightest movement made his muscles seize up, and despite the biting winter chill, his back was soaked in sweat.
Mugeon twisted his head, trying to locate the knife.
Earlier, it had seemed too far to reach, carelessly discarded, but now it was closer—somewhere near his shoulder.
Gritting his teeth, he squirmed, stretching his fingers toward it.
“Ugh...!”
His hands were stiff from the cold, making him clench and unclench his fists repeatedly.
This was suffering unlike any he had known.
He wanted to scream, but with the gag in place, only faint groans escaped.
