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❝ She's the goddess of
her own hell.❞

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C H A P T E R   S E V E N T E E N;
“To insanity”

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I HEAR WHISPERS, in the dark voices, the throbbing pain came running through my head, I felt my heartbeat getting faster, closer to the edge. My body felt numb, I felt lost and even when I tried to open my eyes I couldn't, my head felt like burning.

Where am I?

Panic rushes through my veins, making my blood boil. All around me everything felt moving but I kept still, stopping for the briefest moment. Allowing the reality to dawn upon me.

Hypnotized I found my eyes opening, slowly trailing towards the two figures standing in front of me, their hushed voices could be heard. As my eyes wandered around the room, I came to a realization that this was a hospital room, grey walls closed door the scent of injections, the illuminating lights.

I couldn't make out their faces but I did understand their words,

‘If they want war we'll give them war, an eye for an eye. Blood will be shed they will pay’

It was quick how my hand came over my heart, as adrenaline rushes through my neck, my eyes move upwards as with all the strength in my body I sat up.

“Paris you're up.”

Namjoon spoke as he came towards me, the other man soon leaves through out of the door, leaving the two of us alone, he tries to get a hold of me but I backed away, frightened my hands trembled my heartbeat quicken as my lips shivering parted into a squeal.

“You killed them, you killed those men.”

I sobbed, with fingers in my hairs as tears fell through my lashes, my heart kept on beating. Looking upwards I dared to see at Namjoon groaning in frustration as he curses and turn away taking a minute to control his own anger.

“Calm down please, this is a hospital.”

He murmured and I shook my head unbelievably, how could he actually act so calm after he brutally killed those seven men like they were insects?

When did taking someone's life became that easy of a task?

“Stop starring at me like that—I saved our lives at least be thankful that you're still alive.”

I didn't answer to his words, and turned my head away, closing my eyes I felt as the cold breeze felt through the land, the clock ticked lightly, whilst I sat on the bed motionless.

“I’m leaving,” I declared as I pulled the drip out of my hand, Namjoon stared at me with widened eyes, looking rather shock than panicked.

“Stop being ridiculous you're not going anywhere.”

He half yelled, his words sounding as if they were ripped from his tongue, as he yanked me by my waist as I stood up.

“I am not staying here, not where you are.”

I blurted out as I pushed him away, and winced when my head throbbed with nerve wrecking main.

Soon my whole body came into a shock and turnned to stone when a gun was pointed at my head,“You see this gun, Paris? You are aware that what it could do?

“You w..on't,” I whispered into a trembling breath.

“Don’t make me do something I'll regret go lay on the bed,” he spoke, a little softly this time as he made our return to the bed, making me sit he crossed his arms as my eyes caught the sight of his wounded forearm.

“You’re bleeding.”

I had whispered in a less panicked voice as I turned to look away, the sight of blood making my stomach twist.

“I’m not trying to hurt you—I’m just doing my job protecting you.”

Even says this I can't fully trust this? But for some reasons he feels, like home and I find this unknown comfort with him.

He had mumbled as soon the door opens and a nurse comes in, looking not even a slight moved by the gun in Namjoon’s hand, I don't understand who was he?

He nodded at her before making his way to the small armchair sitting on it, all along he kept his eyes on me while the nurse treated his wound, his other hand still held the gun as I shivered by recalling the things it could do.

“Leave us alone.”

He said to the nurse as I panicked looking directly at. He seemed to be in some thought when he came over and sat on the bed across me.

“Does it hurt?”

My brows furrowed at his words, puzzlingly staring ahead at him. I flinched when he touched my forehead pressing it with his thumb.

“Your head does it hurt? You were pushed against the metal railings when we tried escaping through—”

He was interrupted, by the sound of door opening again but this time more soundly, causing a commotion.

“Where is she?”

I shivered, as my eyes widened, paralyzed to find Taehyung standing by the doorframe, he was not wearing a shirt. I see a bandage being tied around his abdomen near his perfectly shaped muscles, dark circles underneath his eyes as he stared back at me, making goosebumps to rise on my skin.

I understand it now, everything—his talk on the phone his mysterious ways of avoiding me. Because he was not a normal man, killing people playing with weapons taking others life—was his thing, I knew it the night I went with Namjoon at the poker night that Taehyung was something else, that poker game was not just a plain poker game.

Who is he truly?

“Paris.”

I flinched hearing my name roll off from his tongue, his immensely intense stare making my whole body to shiver, I nearly panicked when Namjoon stood up turning to leave.

“I should let the two of you alone,” he spoke turning his back at me and looking ahead at Taehyung.

Shaking my head in denial with frightened eyes, I clutched his shirt not letting him take a step ahead.

“Please don’t go, I do not want to be left alone with him.”

I mumbled in a panicked, scared tone as I clutched his shirt tighter, Taehyung groaned and ran a hand through his hair as he gaze stained upon my hand that held the corner of Namjoon’s shirt.

Sighing, Namjoon turned and faced me, his hand gently removed my hand as he stepped away, with tearful eyes I kept shaking my head begging him to stay.

“Please I'm scared, Namjoon.”

I spoke in a sobbing voice, as he sighed again then slowly making his way back to me he sat in front taking my hand in the palm of his, he looked at like I was something that he held close, a ghost of a smile appearing at the corners of his lips.

“I am right outside, if anything happens just call me. I'm not going anywhere.”

He gently spoke and ruffled my hair before standing up and turning to leave, as he walk past Taehyung he stopped for a minute.

Not looking directly at him, Namjoon spoke,“I am leaving her in your care—do not make me regret my decision.”

I watched as he twisted the knob, sparing a glance at me he smiled faintly before finally leaving through the door.

My blood rose, I trembled. When our eyes met, the mysterious content of his prisoned me.

Taking cautious steps his feet approached me, bringing me to him as he pulls out the vacant and sat on it beside my bed, even sitting at such a short–legged chair his height still did him benefit, as I could still see him very fairly, close enough to make out his dark features that turned into a frown when I pulled back my hand as he tried holding it.

He chuckled devilishly making a chill to run down my spine,“So what is it you would not let me touch you? But you'd rather be with him?”

“————” I breathed heavily, no words formed of my tongue as I kept my gaze locked with his.

His lips tucked up,“Don’t look at me like I'm some kind of a monster.”

“Aren’t you one? You kill people.”

I spoke with such certainty, my voice sounding hoarse, however in my momentary fear my eyes darted back to his. Hypnotized by their dominant content, I swallowed, again as my knees grew weak.

“Why are you making this so hard for me?”

He echoed and titled his head looking directly at me.

“I don't know you, Taehyung who are you?”

I spoke my nerves throbbing with pain as he groaned.

“You wouldn't wanna know.”

Ignoring his comment a certain thought came into mind as it rolled off my into words immediately.

“Where is my friend Merlin is she alright?”

“Relax she's safe, nothing happened to her. I'm guessing she probably left you at the mall when she heard the commotion trying to protect herself first,” he answered bitterly and I rolled my eyes even with these circumstances.

“That’s a lot like Merlin honestly, I'm not amazed.”

I had whispered, at which Taehyung turned towards me with sardonic smile on his lips.

“I was fucking scared—I thought I would never get to see you again.”

He spoke looking right through me, and I stared ahead my breath failed me in my chest, I felt my heart throb with bittersweet delight.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's note:

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