HIS HOSTAGE

this world works, it ain't funny,

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His grip crushed my wrist, and I was sure his sharp eyes wo

..me.

he more he held unto me tighter, and the more my ass became more scared of him killing me on the spot because I didn't want to coopera

me deeper into the alley,

e whispered, his breat

sion mixing with terror, and m

, do you understand now, hmm?" Kai

me, that this psychopath was behind everything- The d

n't you?, Le

after the other, and even though the police and the university officials had said they would get int

and the case died, and now?..

of this abyss that I had fallen into. I, who was a guy who never ta

ry my disappearance, li

.. missing

o struggle again, but immediately I did, he twisted my left arm back, and I felt all the bones

ollec

it killed me and made me try to break free again even though I knew it was so pointless. So yes, I

aying with fire this m

y think you w

uckle as he broke my bones t

e ever

ing words that sent ice through my veins, but this was

spotted a familiar symbol etche

ally cared about it, or the missing students that much cause I got my own shits to face, but now that I was literall

that I kept on looking at that damn symbol, he held my chin and ma

ng it togethe

cause I hated his guts more than I hated this fed up life, but my silence only m

y and stay silent

looked like nothing but a dark prison, and slammed it shut, and it was only th