WARNING:BOOK INCLUDES VIOLENCE, ABUSE, GORE, DEATH AND MATURE CONTENT & LANGUAGES.
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The night was at it's peak, people walled the streets, going about their busy day, some bused in and out of clubs. The never calm streets of Seoul was busy as always just like every other night once the sun raises. In the long road of a dark alley a red pickup van was securely packed as the figure inside struggled with the different pain her body was feeling. Bitting on the cloth she had put in her mouth, she tightened the spare one around her wounded leg. Her painful sobs were being muffled out by the dress in her mouth. She mentally prepared herself, counting from One to Ten three times before digging two of her fingers into the bullet wound. The pained sounds that escaped her throat were muffled by the cloth as she found and pulled out the piece of metal in her leg. She forced the cloth out of her mouth with her tongue and threw her head back on the headrest of the stolen car. Stealing wasn't any where near her speciality but once the line between death and theft were drawn she went with the latter. Counting from One to Ten once again as she tried to calm her breathing. The worst part wasn't over just yet and she Knew it. She shut her eyes and drew in two long breath before putting the cloth back into her mouth and reached towards the passenger seat, picking up the bottle of whiskey the rightful owner of the car had left behind. She bit into the cloth and closed her eyes as the alcoholic liquid poured down on her wound. She screamed and slammed her head on the headrest multiple times as the pain shot through her entire body. She never thought It was this painful each time she did it for the boys. She said a quick silent apology to them for previously calling them whimps. Once the pain had subsided a bit she took a gulp from the remaining content in the bottle and closed her eyes as the hot liquid made it's way down her throat. Being a hundred percent sure why she was feeling light headed was definitely because of the amount of blood she had lost. She fought the heaviness that came to her eyelids but not for long as they eventually closed.
She wasn't sure how long it had been as she woke up to the distant sound of car doors closing. She scanned her surroundings counting the numbers of men that were now walking towards her car dressed in all black.
"Shit!" The words came out of her mouth and immediately she swung the car door open and made a run for it, ignoring her injured legs' cry for rest. The voices of the men shouting in Korean filled her ears as she tried her best to limp away. Sound of gunshots boomed from behind her and she quickly took the first turning she could spot. The alley way only consisted of a few dumpsters, a single street light that was fighting to stay on and was barely visible as she ran through it with all her full strength, looking back over her shoulder occasionally she noticed that the foreign men weren't following her. Not that she was complaining. Bright light sallowed the ending of the alley as she drew closer to it. She blinked back the tears that were burning her eyes and smiled at the though of escaping. A single Gunshot rang out and she let out a strangled cry as pain shot through her left shoulder and her body came crashing to the floor. She tried getting up but scream due to the wave of pain that came back to her injured leg.
Too much pressure. She thought as she tried picking herself up once more. She pressed her hand on her injured shoulder and instantly regretted her decision as she let out another cry of pain. The sound of footsteps approaching made her turn around and in that moment as she saw them approach she knew her whole world had come crumbling down. She knew at that moment that she fucked up.
