C3: The Plea (2)

The plea. 

Continuation

Proceed with caution.

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"Shut the fuck up! Damn. Cover her fucking mouth you useless piece of shit. Even if this is soundproofed, I hate loud bitches like hers." 

"Yeah yeah. Suck it up. Tsk. I told you we should have gotten her other sister instead. She's much fucking better than this kid." 

"Shut it. We'll get her soon. If you don't want to be part of this then leave. I'll have her all for myself." 

"Fucker. There's no way I'll let you have all the fun after I paid so much for this." 

"Nooo! STOP HELP PLEASE." 

Slap

"FUCKING SHUT UP I SAID!"

"She fucking told you to stop, you disgusting piece of shit." 

Rapists are the one thing Raven despises the most. A vile, disgusting creature disguised in human skin that delights in violating and robbing people of their dignity. And it was people like this that she enjoyed killing the most.

Misery is the only punishment such scum deserve. Not even death. Not even that damn piece of metal known as prison. They should suffer the same agony and torment as the unfortunate souls they exploited.

Especially those who are still alive while still dealing with the traumas.

In the fit of her rage, she couldn't control herself and threw a powerful strike with her fist over the walls. Just three punches, and her fist went straight through. Her eyes immediately caught that brown helpless one through the gaps, tears straining her face as she was held down by two men, clothes ripped and her skin was shown. 

She's a fucking sixteen year old. 

Raven could hear the last string of rationality in her snap. That's it. These motherfuckers are gonna die today, and she'll be the one to skin them alive. 

Retreating her bleeding fist, she backed away a few inches from the wall before twisting her feet in such speed as she raised her other leg during the momentum, and within a second her foot collided with the wall. With just one kick, the wall came crumbling down, it couldn't withstand the impact she caused. 

Large to small debris fell down as dust particles floated through the air, only letting the three of them see her frightening figure of a silhouette. 

Raven slowly walked out of the dust towards them. The two men immediately backed away as they cautiously stared at her, preferring to choose their safety over the wrecked girl on the floor. They could only watch her as she picked the kid up, and before the kid could register what was happening, Raven smacked the back of her neck who immediately fell forward towards her chest, unconscious. 

Carefully, Raven laid her down again, before standing up. 

"Let me make this easy for you both, skinning you alive would be the best choice I would prefer as a form of torment to a disgusting human scums like you two, but if you would prefer a lesser punishment, then I suppose removing those limbs of yours one by one would suffice." 

Raven tilted her head teasingly, and smirked. 

"Which would you choose?" 

***

The small-spaced, dimly lit room is deafeningly quiet. Each of the nine gentlemen circling a wooden table has a serious expression on their face as they scrutinize one another. Each forming a plan inside their heads, and like a slow-burning candle, they carefully prepared themselves for the next person's move. 

Will it be an attack?

Or will he pick the safest route?

Louie sweatdropped. This may be the most difficult decision he has ever had to make in his 23 years of life. In one gulp, he laid down his hand slowly, holding one stiff paper between his point finger and thumb.

It was a Wild Draw 4 Uno card.

Louie didn't waste any time and shouted as quickly as he could the same time he slammed the card on the table at the last second. "Uno!"

Everyone immediately became tense. Their gazes were drawn to his other hand, which held a card. His last one. 

Louie grinned widely, revealing his right dimple, and a pair of cheeky canines appeared. His brown eyes, like his dazzling blonde hair, shoned with overflowing confidence even in a dimly lit room.

That's it. He can sense it. He'll undoubtedly win this round.

The guy next to him raises an eyebrow; he has that brown and messy hair. He exuded a very relaxed aura as he tossed aside the same red card Louie discarded among all three cards he possessed. Although the difference is, it's a Wild card. 

Even though it was his only powercard, he threw it away so easily, despite the fact that it might come back to him.

The guy's brown eyes smirk as he looks to his left, observing Louie's confident demeanor. He then nudges the guy to his right who was holding a smartphone in one hand and two Uno cards in the other.

"Uno," the man said as he tossed his remaining drawcard over the previously discarded one. Before leaning back in his wooden chair, he adjusted his glasses and pulled down his black hoodie, which covered his entire face. Before returning to his phone, the young man flipped his last card over the table to conceal which card he had left.

The others' sweat dropped. There's two of them who have one last card left. 

"Fuck." A guy with jet black hair and flashy piercing on his right ear, wearing nothing aside from his pants, cussed to himself before laughing frantically. "Plus two!! HAHAHAHAHA" 

The silence quickly dissipated, to be replaced by the anticipation of a competition to see who would be the first to win in this first round of Uno.

Slapping his right hand over the shoulder of the man next to him, Paul failed see the latter's murderous glare as he silently discarded a Wild Draw 2 Uno card.

"Ow ow! Plus four!" exclaimed another young man, who was sucking a lollipop while holding a medium-sized teddy bear. He put the wild two draw cards on top of the previous one, sneakily glancing over the cards the twins, who both have sleek brown hair and brown eyes, have next to him.

"Zelrick and I have both plus two! So long, punishment!" One of the twins slammed his hand playfully over the pile of cards on the table, placing two draw cards on top.

"Oh Shit I don't—AH! HAHAHAHA TAKE THAT!" exclaimed a man with a buzz cut as he tossed a Wild Uno card onto the table. His mocking gaze was directed at the first guy, who had been unfortunate enough to be the victim of the power card fight.

Right immediately, Louie’s overflowing confidence was replaced with annoyance and regret as he clicked his tongue. He threw his last Uno card on the table, it was a number 5 green Uno card. "...Dammit! Why! I was about to win!”

It was unfair! How could it come back to him like that!

“Your expression gave you away, dummy.”

Louie turned to Yuan, the person on his right who's lazily leaning over his chair. “What?!”

"You have a habit of acting confident when you want us to believe you have the upper hand. It's obvious you don't have any power cards left, so there's a 64 percent chance you're

bluffing." the man yawned, his mouth forming a large circle over his action.

Louie deadpanned. He didn't realize he was so easy to read. 

"Seems like it's Louie's turn to buy us drinks!" chirped the twin, grinning happily. "Zelrick and I prefer cash, by the way."  

"Drinks are not permitted during working hours, and I strongly advise you all to refrain from engaging in any prohibited activities if you do not want the Commander to reprimand us with a punishment," the young man in a neat white collared shirt reminded them sternly while fixing his glasses.

This drew the attention of the person wearing nothing but pants as he intimately wrapped his arm around the other's shoulder, squeezing him tight and close to his muscular chest. "Tsk, man, step up your game! Rules are meant to be broken anyway; don't be such a downer, Reese!"

"Get your filthy hands off of me this instant." Reese crunched his nose in disgust. Shivering in horror at the sight of the sweat on Paul's chest clinging to his shirt. He immediately tried to flee.

"You–When was the last time you even showered, you blockhead?" 

The shirtless guy ignored the other's last remark and responded, "I honestly can’t remember." He grinned and playfully wiggled his eyebrows up and down.

It was the truth.

Reese tried to break free from his grasp, but the former was far too powerful for him. "I'm the vice-captain of this team, Velasquez, and you know that I–"

"Yeah yeah whatever.” 

"It's already a miracle that you got him to join today, Hyung," the youngster holding a teddy bear said in amusement as he tilted his head to the right, "Reese Hyung is always with the Captain, how come you're here with us now?"

"He was obviously forced to come in here as well; Paul likes to drag people around with his silly games all the time; didn't he blackmail you last month as well?" Yuan asked, as he began collecting the Uno cards on the table.

The former's face became alert, and he hugged his teddy bear tightly as if to protect it. "Yes, and it wasn't a good one!"

"Tsk. He's the reason I'm bald in the first place!" The guy with a buzz cut yelled at Paul, recalling how he was forced to shave his head due to a dare.

"Ahm, you're not entirely bald though..."

Rue immediately earned a piercing glare from the other.

"Come on, you shouldn't have agreed in the beginning if you're making a fuss right now." Paul said as he released his grasp over Reese.

Sighing in relief, Reese wiped his face with the back of his hand in disgust.

"I was forced! Don't tell me you've forgotten how you blackmailed me you damn piece of shi–"

"Noel," Zelrick called him out in a cold tone, his eyes shut still and arms crossed over his chest, reminding him of the fact that he hates swearing.

"But–!"

Zelrick opened his eyes and glared at him intently, his brown eyes glowed menacingly.

Wait, the others were clearly cussing earlier! Why is he the only one being scolded?!

Noel grimaced from his seat.

"Weren't you supposed to be asleep?" Zelrick's twin asked beside him. The former once again closed his eyes and replied, "Noisy."

"Hey, the game is not done yet!" Louie slammed the table with both of his palms, as he tried to get more cards. "I can make a come back–"

Louie's sentences were immediately cut off from the sudden ring that resounded throughout the four corners of the room, accompanied by the flashes of red light illuminating from each of their personalized watches. Right after it stopped, a voice followed after. 

"Have you all been well?"

The temperature dropped as they each stiffened from that familiar threatening voice, devoid of any emotion. Slowly, they turned their gaze to Paul, whose body was out cold after realizing the mistake he made. 

"Seems like I’ve been too good. Five seconds. If  I still can’t see a glimpse of your shadows–" 

“We’ll go we’ll go!!”

Like a chicken whose butt was on fire, all nine of them scurried their way towards the location of their boss–who they all know was the devil incarnate.