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So I thought the screenshot game for B.A.P would be really fun to write a story about! Thanks for the game @ashleyemmert. P.S. I'm sorry I haven't updated A Long Journey Call Fate, but I've been stuck so I'm trying to get back in the swing of writing >_< Parts: two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty through twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, final Alternate Ending: twenty through twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, final

WARNING : Mature, gang related content

As I come to, I begin to cough; my mouth tastes like blood and I'm choking on my own spit from my head hanging backwards. I can barely breathe or catch my breath; and soon notice there is a bag on my head and my hands are tied behind me. I feel pain all over my body, it's unbelievable and it brings tears to my eyes as I clench my jaw. Which honestly, causes more pain but I just can't help it. "She's waking up. Go." Someone snaps their fingers and shortly after the bag is ripped off my head, I wince as my hair is pulled and some of it is ripped out along with the bag. At first my eyes reflexively slam shut from the harsh, bright lighting in the room; but as I slowly try to look around, I realize I can barely move my head. Slowly my gaze falls upon a man standing close by with the bag in his hand. As my vision focuses slightly I see his face. Such a cold, indifferent expression...
I'm not sure what's going on. "Why am-" my voice is so hoarse I can't talk. "I assume you were going to ask why you're here?" My eyes dart around trying to find the person who is talking. I spot the figure in the corner of the room as he begins to rise from his chair. As he approaches I begin to see him more clearly.
I nod slowly, it hurts just to move my neck and it must have shown on my face. "Oh. Yes, I'm sorry about your current condition. It's truly nothing personal, believe me, I don't relish the idea of beating or kidnapping innocent people. Especially women; that's just not my style." He leans down to look at me at a very close distance. He scans my face, sighs, and shakes his head. "They sure did over do it. They need to learn some restraint. Even so." He raises his eyebrow in a pondering way and looks at me with curious eyes. "It's quite amazing how your lovely features still manage to peek through. I'd have enjoyed looking at such a beauty rather than a scared, beaten woman but...this had to be done." He sees my confused expression and continues, "Your brother is engaging in certain 'business practices' that not only do I have zero respect for; but he is also doing so on my turf and refuses to leave. Therefore, I needed to take action and I knew this would be the most effective method." My brother? What does he have to do with any of this? What does he mean by business practices? "You my dear, will help set this in motion. That's why you're here; and also why you're in this state. We need to show him we mean business. Simple as that." He slowly smiles as he finishes his speech. It's an unsettling expression and it causes my racing thoughts to come to an immediate halt. Slowly I feel a burning in my chest and my eyes begin to water. I feel tears gently rolling down my cheeks. "Don't worry yourself. I really don't intend to do anything more. As long as he agrees to leave, you'll be safe. You have my word. And a man is only as good as his word."
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@ashleyemmert @KeziahWright Oh jeez 😢😢 thank you!
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