'Take no as an answer'

'Running through the parking lot, he chased me and he wouldn't stop. Tag you're it, tag, tag, you're it. Grabbed my hand, pushed me down, tooo the words right out my mouth. Tag, you're it, tag, tag, you're it.'

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I forced my tired head to stand up on my neck and opened my tired eyes as I looked around my unfamiliar surroundings. What the hell? Where am I?

My eyes widened in realisation as I remembered the unexpected events of the night before. Wasting no time, I swung my legs round the bed and jumped off, not taking any unnecessary time to look around the unrecognisable room.

I practically sprinted towards the rusty, heavy door as I swung it open, it unexpectedly being unlocked. I narrowed my [eye coloured] eyes in suspicion as I craned my head to the left and the right side of the door frame, making sure that there was no one around. I guess I learnt from my mistakes.

Tears slipped out of my tired eyes as i realised I was in the same place as before. Why am I here again?! Why? WHY?! I frantically attempted to calm down as I slowly and quietly walked down the fancy hallway of the familiar building. My aching feet brushing along the smooth, clean rug as I made my way along the corridor.

I was wearing the same clothing as I was the last time I was here. The same grey pyjama shirts, the same red sweater that didn't belong to me, and the same strong smell of expensive mens cologne.

Both Hunger and thirst ripped a gaping whole in my stomach as I clutched my stomach in pain. The strong sense if Deja vu filled my senses as I heard the sickening voice of the silver-haired male that stood behind me.

"Where The fuck do you think you're going girly?"

I took a deep intake of the surrounding clean air, and began to slowly turn around, revealing Minho, he had his arms crossed and leant against the wall. The pistol the sat in his waistband causing me to shiver.

"I-I uh... I was just uh... looking for uh... y-you!" I exclaimed, very obviously lying. "Looking for me? Yeah right." He pushed himself off the wall as he took a few fast steps towards me. My brain screamed at me to run, to escape from their clutches, but I couldn't move I was frozen with fear.

Before I knew it, I was face to face with him, his cold, minty breath fanning my face. "You know, I could just I don't know, forget this whole run in with you happened? For a small price in return of course." I squeezed my eyes shut in annoyance as I turned my head to look away from him. Of course there would be a catch. "What do you want me to do." I nervously asked as I glanced back up at him, meeting his piercing gaze once again. Causing his smirk to widen as he came even closer to me.

"Sleep with me."

My body finally sprung into action as I turned on my heel and practically ran for the hills. I forced myself to run faster as I heard him screaming at me from behind.

"You whore!"

"You ungrateful little bitch!"

"I swear to god when I'm done with you, you won't even be able to walk."

Hearing his threats and insults, I ran faster and faster. But unfortunately, just like it was with Felix, luck of definitely not on my side today as I felt him painfully crash into my back, sending the both of us tumbling onto the hard floor below.

Wasting no time, it took him seconds to flip me over onto my back, straddling my waist. I started to rapidly panic as he began to take my sweater and shorts off.

I desperately grabbed his ringed hands, trying to rip them off me. My fight or flight instincts kicked in as I felt the rush of adrenalin spread throughout my tired body.

I somehow managed to get one of his hands off of me, causing me to take advantage of this and being able to wriggle my way out of his deathly grip, and sprinting off. But this time, I didn't hear any shouting, no insults or threats. Nothing but my laboured breathing and the sound of my feet hitting the floor as I ran.

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the fancy door of the office room open, Lee know sped into the room, slamming his hands into the blood stained, wooden desk below. Earning the attention of his Australian boss, Bangchan.

Chan started up at Minho, unamused. "What did I tell you about interrupting me?" He frustratingly interrogated as he threw his pen down onto the desk. "Yeah yeah I know what you said, but this is important. The bitch took the bait."

Both men cruelly smirked as Bangchan leant back into his expensive office chair. "Perfect."

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Word count - 948

Why do I always decide to write these shitting chapters as eleven pm? Sorry if this chapter is very short, I'm so tired but I wanted to get a chapter for you guys so I hope this is okay. Stay safe :)

-polly <3