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❝ When I was drowning, that's when I could finally breathe.❞

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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
‘Better late than never.’

THE COLD AIR STUNG at my face as I ran towards the elevator trying to make as less sound as possible. It was hard to get, to the elevator especially when you know that, anyone could walk into the basement any second. Panting, I leaned against the metal wall and pulled out my dagger just in time if anyone was in the elevator. But, a sigh of relief escaped my lips, when I found out that the elevator was empty. Clutching on to the elevator, I stepped in hastily pressing the top floor button.

My heart was hammering in my chest, as I stared blankly at the silver floor, maybe I should've listened to Taehyung, and stayed. But even if he was right in his own way, I can't wait just there until one of them gets hurt. Surely, others think that just because I am a female, I don't have the capability to take a life, and they might have it right. But, I am not scared of killing, it's just the aftermath when, I realize that I have taken a life; that's what makes me so mad.

Staring at the two daggers in my hands, I sighed shutting my eyes close for a few seconds, and dropped my hands to the side. When the elevator made a sound, and the door swiftly opened, I looked up and stayed still, my eyes, they grew wide as the man standing in front stared at me, dumfounded. His eyes gleaming delinquently. I stumbled, my breath hitching in my throat as in an haste I reached for the button, but it was already too late for that, to be precise since the man standing outside, didn't waste another second and stepped in. It was all too soon for me to register, I was still watching him with uncertainty when he placed the gun against my head.

    “You, sure are in a hurry,” I remarked, lifting my chin as the man arrogantly grunted, stepping in between my legs, he strong handedly pressed me against the wall as the elevator shuts close, and starts moving. His face inches away from mine, as I dropped my gaze staring down at our bodies that were uncomfortably too close. He's breathing hard, as if he wasn't sure what he wanted to do with me.

Good for me, because while he's hesitating I have already, thought about the perfect way to kill him.

My heart hammers in chest, as I lean closely towards him, boldly pressing my chest against his hard one, as he grunted sharply, his grip around the gun tightened as he stared down at me, his eyes darkening when he catches the wicked smile tugging at my lips when I lean close, blowing against his ear, as his body stiffened, yet he still didn't lower the gun.

God—this was taking too long. This man is not that stupid.

       “What’s taking you so long? I'm here, in your arms. Why aren't you killing me?” I whispered, brushing my lips against his ear, as an earth shaking groan erupted through his throat, while my fingers curled round his neck and I  pressed myself more tightly against him, until there was no space between us.

“I know women like you. I know what you want. You think just because you got me hard, doesn't mean I can't kill you?” He inquires in that peevish tone of his as I chuckle, lightly brushing the locks of his hair away from his eyes.

               “You know what's the difference between you and me?” I asked him, as his brows lifted over his sardonic brown eyes.

When he doesn't answer, I take my lip between my teeth, and stare upwards at him boldly. His lips quirked up in a mirthless smirk, as with his other hand he pressed his thumb against my lips. Putting pressure, with the pad of his thumb he forces me to open my mouth and when I do, his eyes the drop upon my mouth, as I smile watching the man staring down at me with a burning gaze. Taking a deep breath, I lifted my gaze just in time as he did, the gun against my scalp moved a little lower as he angrily snarled at me, but even though how infuriating he was I could tell that, inside he was battling with the desire to ravish me.

My heart raced with a daring delight as I once again placed my lips nearer to his ear, this time instead of blowing it, I took his earlobe between my teeth and pulled it aggressively. His eyes they widened, as his breath shudders, one of his hand was now resting against my hip while the other still held the gun, as if it was the only thing that kept him from going insane.

“What’s the difference between you and me?” I asked once more, and this time instead of being puzzled he stared blankly, stoic.

“Again with that, but I have a better question for you, if you make me happy I will give you a quick death?” He simply questions in a casual tone, but for some reason, his eyes they glimmer with mischief as I blinked before a laugh stirred in my throat, and I glanced at him, gazing at me furiously. He still had the gun pressed against my scalp.

For normal people this would've been a very terrifying situation but for me, it was just what I desired, what I was looking was the thrill of it, it as if was standing at the edge of a cliff; as death glances back at you, while you stand still and wait—for the perfect moment till you get to say goodbye to it. Death was a release for many, some welcome it with open-arms, some run from it; only few know how to cheat it, however.

“What are you laughing about?” He asks pulling me out of my reverie, my eyes flicker as my laughter dies, the smile stays on my lips for a few seconds, before my face hardens and my expression changes dropping back the smile, I look upwards, to see the man staring at me. His brows furrowed, puzzled as I without baiting another eye lean against him, this time directly looking at him, while with my hand  I reached for him. Pulling the man, standing between my legs roughly by his hair, as he stares at me, he doesn't seem to care for what, I was doing to him, because he was simply enjoying whatever I was doing to him.

       “The difference between you and me is, that you have a dick,” I said, and with that I reached for my dagger and stabbed it against his abdomen. He gasps, his eyes for a second dropped at the blood pouring out through the wound I've just given him, the skin tight white t-shirt that he wore was now covered in red crimson and torn, he eyes linger there before anger rushes through his veins and he starts to pull the trigger.

But I beat him to it, with my quick reflexes I pull out another dagger from behind my back and this time, I dug it deep into his eye, he grunts staggering back as the pain overwhelms his furry, and between shoving me away from him, or trying to kill me, the gun that he had aimed at my head dropped out of his hand, as in that; instant I with all my strength kicked him.

He fell on his knees, groaning miserably as I crouched down and picked the gun he have just dropped, and twisting my neck, I pull him once again roughly by his hair, pressing my heel on his hand that was on the floor I stepped back, pulling the weight of his body along with me, his other hand kept digging against my thigh, a wicked smile found its way to my lips, as  my blood pumps loudly in my ears, and I stare blankly at the elevator door, deftly placing the gun against his head, I pull the trigger. The bullet hits the center of his head, as his nails weakly claw at my thigh, before he lets out a shaky breath.

I watched with anticipation as the man takes his last breath, his eyes roll back, before all that one could see was white lifless pupils. The blood oozes out of his head like a waterfall, as I finally drop his body down when the elevator stops and door swifts open.

My breath shudders before trepidation, and exhaustion seized me and I at last breathe feeling my lungs twists, when the smell of blood and sweat hit my nostril, causing me to almost gag with disgust. I stepped out of the elevator, there were two bodies lying on the floor as I walked forward, kicking with my heel a body-less hand. The tension around the floor was palpable, I still had with me both my daggers and the gun, that I did remember to pull out.

With sound of nothing but my heels clicking against the marble floor greeted me for awhile before, I reached the hallway and that's when I almost forgot how to breathe, standing in front of those blooded bodies he stood, like a true warrior, he stared down at his victim for one last time before he lets it drop to the floor.

         “How long are you going to watch, angel face?” he questioned suddenly, making me flinch in surprise as I stepped into the light. His eyes darkened when they fell upon my face, as I felt my breath abandoning me in my chest when he strode towards me. Stepping out of those bodies he made his predatory walk towards me, upon approaching me, he stood there in front of me, as I fought to catch my breath at the sight of blood that was probably not his but, the men he killed tonight, Taehyung stood there staring at me.

Everywhere I looked, all that met my eyes was blood, his body, his face, his hands. It was strange, even though this was the first time I was seeing him in a such bloody state, it felt to me not foreign, like I was used to it before I even saw it.  I don't know why but seeing him like that, made sparks to flare through my body until, all I desired was to touch him, be near him.

Silence. Sweet, terrific silence lingered around us, pulling the two of us to a sensation we did not want to know, everything here just resembled of death, and torture. Pain. And exactly here, was what our life was, for the first time in knowing each other this was the only time, we both came face to face with what our life was about. The masks that we both have put on were now abandoned, but this here was what we were.

I don't know for how long we stared at each other, before reality dawned and we both looked away when footsteps were heard. Sighing, I looked up and frowned staring at the man standing behind Taehyung, my eyes traced down his body searching for any signs of wounds or something but he was fine, not a speck of blood was there on him, which puzzled me.

Upon meeting my gaze, he smiled unconvincingly approaching us, I gulped hardly when he stood in front of me.

“You’re alive,” I murmured darkly, as his eyes sparkled and he chuckled softly.

“Careful, I might actually think you hate me,” Namjoon spoke, with a glint of laughter in his voice as I rolled my eyes before, turning to look around, and observe our surroundings.

“Is the coast clear?” Taehyung questions him, in an authorized tone that made a shiver to run down my spine, no matter how hard I tried to fight it.

“Yes, they were just few men. Around twenty or something, Jin found me. Mark and him have the situation in hand downstairs. He asked me to get you and her, the forces have also arrived but we still don't know who was behind, it's like—” Namjoon began to speak but he was cut short when Taehyung, suddenly pulled me back by my elbow, his grip sharp and piercing cutting off my breath as I staggered back staring at his face, angrily.

“Why do you have blood on your clothes, Paris?” He asked in an odd restrained voice as my eyes grew wide  and my heart raced loudly against my rib cage

Don't tell me, whilst Namjoon was explaining dire matters to him, this man was actually watching me? Sweet Jesus—He’s just too much for me.

“It might be the blood of the man, I killed few minutes ago,” I answered candidly as if I was talking about a walk in the park.

The smile that was on my face dropped when, I looked up and caught the malice look across his face. It told me that he wasn't pleased with my reply. In fact he was everything but pleased, ignoring the way he was staring down at me I gulped hardly, and gulped again when he very hastily draws me closer. He breathed deeply and the storm that was ragging in his eyes started to appear far more lethal. He grabbed my chin and titled my head up.

My mind goes blank, I couldn't believe that I was the same woman who just took a man's life few minutes ago. It was like, I was powerless. Powerless, when it's him. Only this man here, knows who to make me feel this way, it was terrifying, and I hated it.

“You, are the most frustrating, immature and back-stabing woman I've ever seen. Goddammit, Paris why can you not listen to me?” He finally breaks his silence, his voice artic as his dark orbs flare at me, his eyes bright with, an unacceptable defeat as he stepped closer until, I could feel the heat of his body pouring through the thin, blood stained wet shirt he wore.

        “Simply, because  I don't trust you, Taehyung. I do not know what you're thinking, what you want from me or what you will do next. I can't trust you, the day it happens,” I said taking a step back as I roughly pull out my hand from his hold,“I will obey you. I will trust you, have faith in you. But right now, I don't.” 

It seemed that my words have manage to caught him off-guard. He wasn't able to say further after that. He let goes of me, abruptly and steps back as if being near me burned him, he doesn't say anything, as he passed his brother a nod, before walking past us, he left just like that.

TO BE CONTINUED

Author's Note:

Hi, it's been a long time since I've updated. I am sorry for taking so long, I've been quite caught up with stuff and just tired a lot lately. I hope you all can forgive me, and will accept my apology with this long update. That, I hope you enjoyed reading ;)

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