Julian
I woke up to a deafening scream. I felt my fuzzy brain keep revolving as I couldn't grasp the sound. It might be my hallucination. But no, I heard another screeching scream. I felt my breath stuck into my lungs, I ran towards my bedroom, I left Heaven there about half an hour ago. I felt myself getting breathless the more I came closer to my room. I felt my breath hitch, seeing there was nobody but then where the scream was echoing from. I heard another skin-ripping shout, I felt my heart sink hearing the voice echo from the basement. The weaponry and punishment cell. I widened my eyes as I felt dread crawling into my skin. I ran downstairs. The guards bowed to me from every corner, these bastards are useless, worthless. They couldn't stop heaven from escaping the room. Good for absolutely nothing. I ran downstairs and found her kneeling at the entrance of my punishment cell. I ran behind her as she didn't look back, too much engrossed in the skit, whatever punishment was given to one of the intruders. This time of night, multiple trained commanders visit to execute intruders or inside informers from jokers, they specially come to make the betrayers speak the truth and the intention of the jokers. I specially have assigned them this cell for midnight executions. Heaven's eyes are dreadful and almost her body gave up being extremely frightened. Her body was trembling, tears leaving like a flow of waterfalls.
I peeked inside and they were bashing the intruder's skin with ropes, thick and with iron nails infiltrated. The skin that was getting slapped by the rope was getting sliced, the back of the intruder bare and filled with bloody wounds, bruises in every inch. She flinched the more that rope thrashed against the men who did me wrong. It was an easy punishment, I mean they haven't had their heads beheaded or one ear cut. So this has to be the easiest. She flinched. She looked upwards, looked at me as if I was the god of hell, the creator of every evil. The hatred was so profound I felt dizzy.
"You do all these" Heaven shouted at me. Her eyes were bloodshot, and rimmed red. As if a ghost after death. She looked lifeless.
"You do all these cruelties' 'I kept quiet. She never quite liked my silence, her agitation crystal clear.
"You are a fucking monster, a fucking bastard" she shouted and pushed me against my chest. I didn't budge. She kept hitting my chest. I kept quiet.
"Say something" she shouted, her voice breaking. She burst into fits of tears, her body shaking like a psycho. Her anger hatred and hurt mixed.
"This is so…" another thrash, she flinched and she fell. Covering her eyes. The urge to get a grip on her might be combusting in me. But I didn't.
"Why do you do this…this is inhuman ... stop this" She got up with shaky legs again, she first looked at me and then the commander, he was bigger than her size, deadly dark eyes piercing into her. But she is feisty. She started going inside.
"STOP THIS ... .LEAVE HIM…HE WILL DIE…STOP THIS..STOP…STOP PLEASE" she ran inside. I gripped her wrist before she could go near the puddle of blood and flesh. There were other men too, begging and pleading for their lives.
She looked at me panicked.
"YOU DO ALL THESE RIGHT….PLEASE STOP THIS…HE IS HURTING.STOP…PLEASE….TELL HIM TO STOP. HE WILL DIE. YOU WILL KILL HIM" She tried to jerk apart, push me, and she thrashed against my body. Struggled. Her screaLordg scratching my heart in a fucking disgusting way. Her thick tear droplets fell from her eyes.
"STOP THIS…STOP PLEASE…WHAT WILL I NEED TO DO TO STOP THIS…PLEASE HE WILL DIE" another thrash and she flinched dangerously against my arms. Fear is clear in her pale skin and dreadful eyes.
"PLEASE…PLEASE PLEASE"
She looked at my eyes, her big doe eyes brimmed with tears looked at me, and for a second I felt my heart drop. I felt so breathless as if sucking my every breath into her cells. She has to be some soul sucker.
"Please Hades" and I felt time stopped. Her whisper was barely audible, but she pronounced my name, like a plea, like a worship, like a myth. I kept looking at her face, finding any trace of disgust, it was there. She was disgusted by me, but there was something else. What was it? Her voice is soft and plaintive. I felt the name echo for so long that for a while I became deaf. My heartbeat fastened, and I felt my entire body burning.
I raised my hand and the commander stopped. I didn't look at anyone other than her. Her breaths came shaky, she was scared. She was so scared, it physically hurt me to see her like this. Her dried tears smeared face looked at me confused and looked sideways the thrashing stopped, every single torture stopped by the gesture of my hand.
Then
Then she did something I was never expecting, my breath got stuck in my throat as she embraced me, bursting into tears, crying with a deafening thud, maybe the thud might be my heart which might be making sounds.
"You are inhuman. I hate you…you are a bad person Hades" she cried, vulnerable and miserable. Tightly holding onto me, her body shaking crazy. I captured her waist as her breathing came in a little slower motion than earlier. She was coloring down from a dangerous fearful phase, she hadn't been in this world for a while, and her Lorddset tripped somewhere else as she saw the torture. She looked traumatized. I carried her as I lowered my hand onto her hips. I looked at my commanders who looked at me with widened eyes. I never stopped an assault. Ever.
I turned and gestured for them to continue within 20 seconds until I left the floor. I started walking upstairs as she clung to my collars, her tiny fingers gripping my collar so tightly, that maybe the fabric would rip in a minute. But I let her.
I laid her down on the bed as she looked to the side, not looking at me. Avoiding my stare. I started to turn and leave.
"Why?"
She said I turned back as I felt my stomach churn. Seeing her getting up and sitting on the bed, her eye bags darker than ever, her skin body, her lips drier, her hair a nest. But
She looks beautiful. A shimmery swirl. I felt my stomach flip
"What?" I asked back
"Why are you doing all this to me? What are all these? You killed Travis, you kidnapped me. But here we are, you kept me in this big luxurious room, giving me food regularly, and taking care of my medications. No guards held me back Hades, must be your order, to let me roam around. Why? What will it give it to you? Why me in the first place?"
"What is happening? I can't go outside of the mansion, I can't go anywhere other than all these floors of your puzzle-like mansion. But there are no guards outside my room, there are always different sets of nurses who come to give me food and medicines. Why are you doing all these for me?"
I stayed silent because she picked all the right questions to ask. I ask these questions every night to myself, chant these words. But I don't have any answer. I could have thrown her right after forcing her down to speak. But I am not doing anything, nothing at all. Giving her names like a golden swirl. What am I doing anyway?
"Why did you kidnap me? Why did you kill him?" she said in a cracked voice, a tear droplet fell from the corner of her eye.
"Why am I here in this lavish and rich air? Why am I involved? What does it bring you? What does it gain you? Why am I here? Why are you caging me here? I feel suffocation staying here."
I felt myself hating myself a little more. Something burns inside me, and the burn sometimes increases like now. She feels suffocated.
I turned to leave again.
"NO TODAY YOU WILL ANSWER. STOP BEING SO QUIET." she held my wrist and turned me towards her. She pushed me and I backed away. She pushed me to a wall, the wall mirror.
"YOU WILL ANSWER ME. WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME. WHAT DID I EVER DO ANYTHING WRONG TO YOU? I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW YOU. I AM SCARED TO BE HERE. WHY AM I BEING KEPT HERE? I CAN EAT, SLEEP, AND WALK AROUND BUT NOT STEP OUT OF THE MANSION, CAN'T OPEN THE WINDOWS, CAN'T TOUCH ANYTHING, ANY DRAWERS OTHER THAN THE DRAWERS WHICH KEEP MY CLOTHES, I CAN'T DO ANYTHING. NOBODY ANSWERS ME. NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOUR NURSES, NEVER LOOKS ME IN THE EYE, AND NOBODY SPARES ME A GLANCE AS IF I AM NOT EVEN AN EXISTENCE. I NEED TO KNOW. WHY AM I KEPT HERE LIKE A CAGED ANIMAL? I NEED TO KNOW, BUT NOT A SINGLE SOUL OF YOUR DEN ANSWERS ME, NOT EVEN YOUR GUARDS, THEY DON'T LOOK IN MY DIRECTION."
She said as she looked down at her pants. Her body tired up so easily. I frowned my brows, looking at her breathing techniques, she was facing difficulties in breathing. Her lips are fuller which sometimes pulls me to them but I close my eyes to bring myself to earth. Her breathing is stuck and then flowing slowly. Why? Does she have breathing problems?
"WHY DID YOU KILL HIM? I LOVED HIM…I LOVED HIS EYES, HE HAD SUN IN HIS EYES" and I have dead pit eyes, I can never be him. My eyes can never be comparable to his.
"WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE. WHY AM I HERE"
I pushed and tried to get away
"NO, YOU WON'T LEAVE ME TONIGHT"
She screamed with her whole body, her nose red and puffy. But she wasn't crying now.
I slammed her petite figure into the mirror as I hovered over her. I leaned closer, so close that I could hear her breathing, her soft intake of breath, the hitch in her breath. Her eyes matched mine. Anger and burn.
"TALK TO ME LIKE THAT AGAIN AND I WILL BE BOUND TO SHOW YOU THE WAY TO THE BASEMENT, MY TORTURE CELL. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE THAT CAN SPEAK BACK TO ME IN MY MANSION, IN MY TERRITORY. WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO GET THAT FUCKING AUDACITY TO TALK BACK. I WAS SILENT, THAT DOESN'T MEAN I CAN'T RIP THAT FILTHY MOUTH OF YOURS ANY SECOND. I AM NOT YOUR LOVER TO HEAR YOUR TANTRUMS. WHAT DO YOU THINK, I WOULD LET THEM STOP THE TORTURE JUST BECAUSE YOU HAVE SAID IT. FUNNY AREN'T YOU. STOP TALKING TO ME IN THAT DISGUSTING TONE. YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A PAWN I WANT TO USE UNTIL I CAN'T"
She looked at me as her eyes dimmed. Her expression was pale, and her heartbeat slowed and slowed. Her eyes have hatred but now a certain kind of hurt.
"So I was just a pawn?" she asked in whispers as she leaned closer, our lips almost touching. I sucked a deep breath.
"That's why you were crying all those nights, letting me sleep against your body. Then why do those hands become tender against my skin? I am not your plaything Hades. You can't come and touch me. On those nights I was too weak to understand the caresses but tonight, I knew it was you, I knew it was you and I still slept on top of you. I am not some plaint peasant of yours. And now after hearing all these, I am disgusted at myself for seeking the warmth your body gave. Because you know what? Your heart is just as black as your eyes. No sun, no lights. You are breathing a blank cell with a body so giant. You are just a fucking empty body without a beating heart. Cruel and a born monster"
Her words pinched me deeply.
"I am not your bed warmer Hades, mind it. If you think by feeding me meals and making me comfortable with your body warmth, you can take me to your bed. That's such bullshit. I am not a mistress, I am not a slut. And I won't let you touch me ever again, after hearing your words tonight. Never step inside this room, and if you want to force me, Lordd it, I am not a trained girl but I can perfectly kill myself. You won't be able to use me as a pawn anyway if I kill myself."
"WHAT DID YOU SAY" I glared back at her, chin on my hold, and she winced. Her eyes are like a tigress.
"I SAID NEVER COME TO THIS ROOM"
"THIS IS MY TERRITORY"
"THIS IS MY ROOM" she countered. I just want to kiss her. She is a brat. Feisty tigress of Lorde. There is a smug feeling inside. Just want to bite her face sometimes. I jerked my head. STOP IT Hades
"I HATE YOU" the words pierced into my body and soul. I turned to leave
"Likewise" I whispered and got out of the room.
She knelt with a thud. I could hear her pants as she palmed her mouth. Silent tears fell from her face. I wish I could turn the world upside down just to keep her safe from me.
Part 8
Julian
"So what should we send as a gift Hades"
"Stop calling me that" Jamy frowned and looked at me confused
"What?"
"Hades"
"That's your name"
"Yeah, and I am telling you to stop calling me that" Jamy's eyes dimmed, darkened. He was hurt
In my palm there was a Rubix cube, I was spinning it and seeing it swing back and forth off the table.
"What do you want to call you then? Boss?"
"You can call me Julian, and so can Namjoon. Others will only summon me as Boss."
"But Hades…Julian, that's your signature. Every gangster calls you, even Lordisters"
"Change that" Jamy's eyes widened
"Are you serious?"
"Never more than that before"
I calmly and coldly replied. Jamy might be agitated but his silence somehow made me uncomfortable.
I looked upwards
"What?"
"Hades the Morgans sent a parcel" I raised my brows and told him to bring the parcel to me"
One of my men entered the room bringing a large cardboard box. Four bomb defusing squad members entered as well and four bodyguards too. The rifles surrounded the box, waiting for my gesture to open it. I lay in the rocking chair more as I eyed the box carefully, it can't be a bomb. Seokjin isn't that funny.
I raised one of my fingers as the men started to unbox it, Jamy stood beside me, almost reaching for my hand but he didn't. He never does. He never does touch me to even protect himself. That night I lost my Jamy too. Just the breathing body I got made me a living soldier, commander, torturer, assassin. My men didn't react. They never do, but the bomb squad members gasped. Must be a body limb
"What is it?" Jamy asked in a little crooked voice. Almost on the verge of nervousness.
"Boss it's" They turned the box towards me. And it's ahead. What surprised me was its female head. Then I remembered she was the one I was assigned to be Heaven's nutritionist. She is one of the main officers who give orders to her cook, she is the one who decides on what should be on her daily meals, what veggies and vital words. I felt rage shooting through my body cells. I got up. As my men made their way in a beeline. I walked out of the room, my steps hurried and panicked. I walked like a missile, never in my entire life had I lost my walking composure, calm and collected. But by the time I reached her room, I looked at the nurse serving her food. There was a trolley from which the soldier was picking up food dishes and serving the delicacies. Heaven looked at the soldier, but she didn't match eyes with her. Heaven's eyes were calculative and curious, her eyes landed on the food as her nose scrunched. She must hate the items made by a Michelin-star restaurant chef. I flipped my button knife from the sleeve of my shirt. I realized the nurse noticed my presence, but Heaven didn't. The nurse's eyes widened. Fright lingering against her neck as sweat. Her eyes were wide and full of dread as if caught. I walked inside swiftly. Heaven's eyes lingered on Lorde, her eyes somehow recognized me, it's a familiarity in her eyes. I wrapped my arm against the nurse as the wolf-masked nurse's breath hitched. Heaven's eyes noticed how my hands captured her skin, her eyes darkened. I smirked as the nurse started shivering. I rested my face on her chin. Heaven's eyes never once left what I was doing. I pulled my knife and grazed her back just a little. The nurse started whimpering. Heaven's eyes widened hearing the nurse sob. The nurse's body was petite. Pretty thin for me to hold. I scraped the skin and drugged the knife until it hit her ribs right from behind. Her scream was deafening. Heaven hurriedly got up and started to run away, but my guards had been assigned to hold her. Her steps panicked as she horridly tried to get away from me. She was scared of me. I felt something break inside Lorde. I drugged the knife deeper and deeper until the knife was sea through her body.
"What did you mix in her food?" Heaven gasped. Her mouth wide
"No..nothing,..boss"
I twisted the knife
She choked on her blood. Her body falling apart, she was kneeling but I was holding her.
"I asked what did you mix in her food"
I twisted again as her body broke against my arms, she coughed and screamed in a screeching way.
"Cocaine boss, 5 viles' 'I grabbed her neck and choked her from behind as I smashed her face against the wall mirror. I again took her bloody face and then smashed her face against the wall mirror. Heaven screamed in extreme horror. Her legs gave up as she knelt on the floor. And I thrashed her face against the mirror until the mirror broke.
"YOU FUCKING TRIED TO KILL HER"
"SHE IS MINE. WHOEVER TOUCHES HER, DIES A DEATH MISERABLE THAN SATAN WOULD HAVE EVER IMAGINED"
I shouted. It was all a blur, it's always a blur whenever I kill someone, flesh, skin, bruises, and blood. It was a massacre, her flesh freshly cut and her limbs broken. The blood became lumped and clumpy. Her brain diffused as her skin was torn apart. Her deafening screams and her bloody shouts were irritating to my ears. This was a bloodbath. My guards held Heaven, even if she was calm and kneeling. Her face looked down, her breath coming into her pants. I turned towards her and I started walking towards her. My white shirt was stained with blood and flesh.
She looked upwards at me, her eyes widened. I walked towards her as she was kneeling on the entrance door. She started backing away.
"DON'T COME IN FRONT OF ME"
I felt the ground slipping from under my feet
"I AM SCARED. PLEASE. DON'T COME NEAR ME. I AM SCARED OF YOU" she desperately cried and shouted. I stayed rooted to my place.
I still wanted to reach her, unknowingly leaning my hand
She started backing away, my guards loosened their hold looking at me once.
"NO DON'T"
"Don't come near me. I am scared, I am scared" she started chanting on her own. Her body trembled. She was within seconds gasping for breath. She was struggling to breathe. I went closer to her as she tried to look away, her body shaking to the core. Her breath getting slower, her chest must be tightening as she palmed her chest. My hands are bloody. I can't touch her, cup her cheeks for her to look at me.
"Look at me"
I felt my chest churning seeing her, she did look at me. Her eyes wandered around my whole face, tears fell, salted and thin. Silent and hurting. She is scared of me, her eyelashes are shaking, and she is blinking too much, but her eyes never leave Lorde. She is scared of me but never scared enough to look away. Something cold rushed through my nerves seeing her trying to look me in the eyes. Look at the monster himself but never back away. Her eyes roamed against my face slowly and she looked at my lips. I gazed at her lips, trembling, her breathing still painfully slow, she was panting heavily. She kept looking at my lips for me to understand a little later that she was mimicking how I breathed, she was copying the way I breathed to gain control of my breathing. So I kept breathing, taking deep breaths in between and she did the same. The guards left her arms as she sank to the floor, hugging her knees, looking at me, and concentrating. She tilted her face as her breathing became normal again. Her chest pain might have subsided. She looked at me, the bloody stains still covered my white shirt, my hands, and my face. Some glass shards might have pierced through my skin, the knife also cut my palm, and blood was oozing out from there. I kept looking at her in silence, and she did the same. The fear in her eyes turned into something. Quite like worry. My breath stuck as her index finger caressed my right cheek, I felt my body shiver. The finger trailed down to my lips as her index finger grazed my upper lip and then my lower lip. I winced, did I cut the skin somehow there? Her two fingers came closer then and she pulled out a little shard of glass from the corner of my lips. And then her fingers came along, all of them. At that moment I barely remembered if I breathed too loudly or not. Because I was completely engrossed in her touch. It was after a lot of days, warm. Her fingers wiped the blood from my cheek. She was cleaning the blood of the monster, the evil. She was touching hell himself. Could Heaven enter hell?
She pulled out her oversized shirt and leaned closer, sitting in a higher posture, as she attentively wiped the blood stains from my face.
"It doesn't hurt"
I whispered
"It did," she said with finality. And maybe it did. Maybe it always did hurt but nobody was there to say it to me. I wasn't supposed to hurt. I was the mafia, the gangster the world is scared of. But this thin petite softest girl said to me looking in the eyes it does hurt. And maybe it does a little. Maybe a lot. I felt something crack inside.
I nodded as I pulled myself away from her arms. She looked at me and maybe finally realized what she was doing. So she backed away. She got up and with the help of a nurse was taken to another room until my room was cleaned enough for her. Her eyes fleeted back to me and the murder I did. Will she forgive me for being a murderer? Maybe never. The fear might have returned and she didn't look back. I touched the corner of my lips. And then Jamy came running, helping me get up which I threw away, I pulled apart from his grip. Jamy looked offended but remained quiet. Jamy sometimes is so quiet, that it haunts me.
"Jamy," I said as I walked back to the office and started wiping my neck and hands smeared with blood.
"Get the car, we are heading for the EXPORTS"
Jamy gasped
"Jungk..Julian, that's Morgan's den, their main casino. We are shorter with soldiers, our weapons haven't arrived. Meera is injured."
I started going towards a cabinet filled with whiskey and rum. I opened the bottle and spilled the whiskey to my hand palm. I felt the whiskey burning my bruise, but I didn't wince. I don't wince.
"Call the Busan troops, within two hours they have to report to me. We will go without Meera. This is my final order "I glared at Jamy as she saw something like determination in my eyes. He nodded in a panicked way.
"Weapons?"
"Daegu dealers have some, we can rob Seoul police tonight," Namjoon said coming from god knows where.
"We can't be outnumbered by Julian. That's Morgan's den. Seokjin alone has 50 people around him. That's a casino. There will be millions of people. It will be a massacre. It will be a bloodbath"
"I TOLD YOU TO DO AS I SAY. I DESPISE REPEATING MYSELF" I said looking at him deadly in the eyes.
"They think I will stop because my weapons have not arrived. But if the war isn't declared yet, might as well make a public announcement of it. Get the cars right now."
With a screeching noise, I realized I reached my destination. Maybe in my whole life, nothing ever got under my skin more than the scam the Morgans have been playing inside my territory. Harming what's mine? I would have been perfectly fine if it was another, but it was heaven, they got me there. My blood was boiling, the fumes were so high I might have burned them. My veins must have popped. I got out just as my soldiers, all dressed like civilians. Guns were hidden under their belt, knives and scalpels, and packets of spray drugs to unconscious them. I have 150 with me. Soldiers are pretty few, but one accurate shot in the head might get me a win. My soldiers are trained for years and years until they never miss a shot, but Seokjin's soldiers are deadly, they kill before they ask. They don't wait for a singular second before pulling the trigger. I entered the casino and the guards stood outside and the bouncers rushed to me, all the 20 security guards got alert, shouting each other's name through Bluetooth, pointing their pistols against my head, and circling me.
"I need to meet your boss"
They looked at me suspiciously, but as they were about to lean closer, 150 machine guns were pointed at those 20 soldiers guarding the grandiose casino. It was quite the scene.
"I just need to talk"
"Boss isn't here in the casino tonight" I smirked
"That's even better, I was here for a drink, the margarets. I have heard only you guys serve this drink in Seoul, "I said casually.
The guns still pointed at my head, more soldiers came from inside. They were talking ear to ear, secretly saying something. Me and my men suppressed our bored sighs. So unprofessional.
"Pff so unprofessional, you guys won't let your guest go inside and have a drink. Can't I come for a drink"
"With 150 soldiers Hades?" Here comes the dog who sucks on their shoes. Jung Hoseok. Quite the guy I must say, thick-skinned, kills like a maniac psychopath, creates art in bodies with a knife. But other than that, he is the general manager of the biggest casino in Seoul aka this casino.
"Hoseok, long time no see," I said with a humorous evil laugh. Hoseok laughed too, quite friendly if you ask me.
"Hades, my dearest friend, slash rival. How are you, kid? Suddenly coming for Margaret when your drug dens must have the exact alternative drug in liquid version is quite surprising for me." I felt irritation clinging to my skin.
"Hoseok's gun wasn't even out yet, he wasn't even looking at 150 gun points which were on his forehead. He seemed rather bored.
"Just wanted some fresh air, why? Scared if I get inside it might turn into a bloodbath?"
He cackled
"What do you think Hades, you coming with 150 soldiers with machine guns will convince me you just came to Morgan's casino instead of going to your one of them to just relax and have a drink?"
"Well, can't I?"
Hoseok looked me up and down
"Surely"
"Bring a glass of Margaret for Sir" Hoseok told one of the soldiers
I counted, there were 50 total soldiers after the increase.
"Won't you call me inside, I am offended"
Hoseok smirked and said
"Inside are our precious VIP guests. You remember the ones who go to your midnight clubs. You must be familiar. They are very much praising your liquor collection Hades."
I gritted my teeth, they are stealing our customers.
Before I could react Hoseok choked my neck with his arms from behind and I laughed out loud. My men started shooting each of their soldiers, they were outnumbered by us, which meant the soldiers were inside. Who is inside that the soldiers can't come to tackle this situation? What is happening inside the casino is that they can't let soldiers move outside to tackle my army. Nonetheless. Tonight we won. My men killed them, each one of them and I drugged my knee and ankle against Hoseok's thighs as he knelt. I was remaining with 138 soldiers, unfortunately, their shooters were perfect in this sector too, but all 50 soldiers were dead. And then I went closer to one of the soldiers, the security guard, and took out my blunt knife. Took my time and scraped his head out, meanwhile, Hoseok was groaning in pain but my soldiers held onto him. I took the head of the soldier.
"If it wasn't. Now it is. It's a war"
I said glaring at Hoseok as I bent his kneecap, dislocating his right arm.
"Don't ever talk back to me. I despise it" I said in his ears, his screaming in pain was heard.
I turned and left with my guards in our cars. It was half a success.
Author's pov
Half an hour later, Hoseok was sitting on the seat in front of her. His occasional groaning was heard. He wasn't even taken to the hospital, he was dragged to her. Her perfectly cured sharpened nails curled around the back hairs of her neck. Her wavy auburn hair shone amongst the casino disco lights, the chandelier above her head, reflecting on top of her as she glimmered in her shimmery attire. Her boring eyes landed on Hoseok. Her gaze was calculative, he was wincing and hissing trying to hold onto his shoulders but couldn't. Because 4 men were holding his arms, preventing him from doing so. The head of the soldier lying on the crystal clear glass table. Her gaze stopped on the head.
"Lord shouldn't get to know about this. Even the air shouldn't talk about this blunder"
Hoseok nodded enthusiastically.
Her red dress flared and touched the floor taking the area more than necessarily filling the floor. She got up and turned, her hazel eyes glistened against all the lights, making her look like the sun's favorite shade.
"Violet" she didn't turn as she walked with 30 men striding from behind with rifles.
"It's Lord's game night. Pray that the Lord doesn't lose. Otherwise" Violet said as she walked away in a blur but still the most shimmery one. Her voice echoed in the lounge of the casino.
"Otherwise my head will be on the table, yeah I get it," Hoseok whispered to himself as she walked away without turning.