"Ack…Aah!"
The hand was sudden,strong, slamming against his mouth.
"Aaagh"
He twisted violently, but another arm locked around his torso, lifting him off the ground with effortless force.
"Fuck!"
Panic surged, but so did irritation.
"Let go! What the hell-"
he spat, thrashing, kicking, his voice muffled against the grip. His struggles were ignored.
A rough black fabric pressed over his eyes, and metal cuffs bit into his wrists. Every attempt to resist seemed only to amuse the men holding him.
The cold night air bit at his exposed skin, and the crunch of snow beneath his shoes was swallowed by the silence of the operation.
He could hear muffled footsteps, leather scraping concrete, the faint rumble of a black car waiting nearby.
"Hey! Wait !"
Panic fought with defiance. He was being dragged, thrown, shoved like a rag doll, yet he refused to yield completely.
The black car door slammed. He was shoved inside roughly, landing across the leather seats with a thud that rattled his shoulders.
"GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME! YOU FUCKERS!"
Cold metal cuffs cut into his wrists. Blindfold pressing harshly against his eyes, every bump in the road became a jolt he couldn't anticipate.
"WHO ARE YOU!"
He thrashed, kicking against the seats, testing the limits of their grip, shouting demands and threats, but the men remained silent and unyielding.
The engine hummed, tires crunched against the frozen street.
[Where… where the hell are they taking me ?]
His thoughts raced faster than his struggling limbs, scanning every sound, every vibration.
Minutes dragged on. Each movement of the car, each jolt, each turn made his stomach lurch. Fear and defiance intertwined.
After a few hours,the car stopped. Cold air slammed against his face as he was yanked out, stumbling forward, cuffs biting into his skin. Snow crunched beneath his boots.
"Ugh!"
He was shoved inside a building,then he was dragged to a room the door shutting behind him with a finality that made his chest tighten.
Alone.
Thirty minutes passed or it felt like hours. Jiwon sank to his knees in the corner, letting the cold seep into his bones.
His mind spun, replaying the events, analyzing, anticipating, refusing to let panic fully consume him.
"Damnit!"
Fear lingered, gnawing at his rationality, but he tried to steady himself, to measure what had happened and what might come next.
[Who would do this? Why me?]
The questions circled in his head like predators.
[Ain't no way...it can't be him]
He clenched his fists, the cuffs pressing painfully against his skin, and cursed the unknown forces that had captured him.
Then he heard them. Heavy, deliberate steps. Approaching the door.
Every instinct screamed danger. The air thickened around him, cold, suffocating.
The door creaked open. Jiwon's voice snapped, sharp and commanding despite his fear:
"Hey! Don't even think about approaching"
The blindfold slipped slightly. Through the small gap, he saw a tall figure, broad shouldered, backlit so that the details of the man were hidden in harsh shadow.
The light behind him turned every feature into a hard silhouette, but the sheer presence of the man pressed down on him like ice.
"What...?"
His words cracked at the edges, but defiance burned in them still.
A cold hand grabbed his chin. Hard, unyielding.
"Ugh...uh"
He flinched, resisting instinctively, but couldn't break free. Breath tickled his ear as a voice, low and rough, whispered in Russian:
"Нашёл тебя…маленький хомяк"
(Foundya…little hamster)
Jiwon froze, terror lancing through him. The defiance in his voice faltered.
"W-who are...you?"
No answer.
Only the weight of the figure standing in the doorway pressed against him.
Then, in a swift, brutal movement, he was knocked down. Darkness swallowed him completely.
And before the last thread of consciousness slipped away, he heard it soft, chilling, intimate:
"You'll find out soon...Jiwonie."