CHAPTER 12 – YEP! THAT’S IT! … WE ARE LEAVING THIS SHIT HOLE.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.

HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

☠️ SORA ☠️

A lazy goat in a white gown walks in to change my IV drip to a new one and walks out.

I could have just said a doctor.  But, yeah, that’s fine. These particular ones in prison, they are annoying creatures, and they are getting on my last nerveeees. Factually, everything in this prison is pissing me the extreme, premium fuck off!

“Are you listening to me?” Jane snaps, dragging me back to reality. Although I still think she simply needs to accept my fate in this prison, which also means accepting her fate, because if I die… she dies. That sounds… romantic.

Anyways, accepting that we are as good as deaddd would be mentally better for both of us.

I take my gaze off the Lazy goat in a white gown leaving, settling it on Jane, “Of course I’m listening to you, J. Copy that! I’d be like shit on a shoe."

Although I know that wouldn’t make things any easier for us! I always get noticed. But, okeyyy.

“Don’t be like shit on a shoe! Everyone wants a shit on their shoe gone, which by the way is your current predicament. Fade into the wallpaper!”

“Fine! I’ll fade into the wallpaper.” I murmur with the right amount of zero energy. “Anyone else to hide from?”

“Yep… the fourth and lastly. Cutey.”

“Cutey?” I ask. “Who hides from Cuties?”

“That’s just what everyone calls him,” Jane explains. “And if the cutie is evil… definitely you should hide. For him, you don’t necessarily have to not cross paths with him. He’s harmless until he becomes harmful.”

I roll my eyes in total confusion, “What the fuck does that even mean?”

“He’s the Prison’s therapist. He runs a whore house and is also a lone shark. Somehow, he believes people aren’t depressed; some just need to fuck, while others need money. I hear he forces ladies and men to work in his whorehouse, specifically those who cannot afford to pay back on due time.”

“Isn’t that a crime?” I ask, the expression on my face twisting into a frown.

“They are in prison precisely because they committed a crime. After the king and queen, he’s the third most powerful in this prison. But… he wouldn’t concern himself with you unless you owe him.”

I nod in understanding, knowing that Cutey is not a threat. That takes us back to the first threat.

“Where does A-Jun stand? His rank in this prison?” I ask.

“He’s just like you. Hated because he’s a Hell Morgathor. But, very feared. They fear him more than the king of prison, Kaito himself. People seem to avoid him completely. I mean, who wouldn’t? He’s all over the newspaper. He wiped out two Mafia families all by himself and took everything they owned, killing his entire soldiers just to send a clear message to anyone who dares to betray him. He was once taken to court after he killed an elite. The judge sentenced him to thirty years in prison, and right there, he killed all the present officers, killed his lawyer, who was in fact defending him, walked towards the judge, and snapped his neck. No judge or lawyer dared to take his case after that. Only to walk into this prison himself, all to kill YOU. Getting to this prison, he has killed twenty-eight correctional officers and sixty-four prisoners. A-Jun burnt down the governor’s house to convey a powerful message about the governor pulling any crazy stunt on him.”

Utterly flabbergasted, I lay there with my mouth open, unable to find my voice. Although I’m kinda in support of killing correctional officers. After that stupid, basic clown… prison nanny screamed my name in prison and pointed towards me, putting me in all of this mess… They deserve to die!

“Unless your mouth is the main entrance to this building, you might want to shut it.”

Oh right! Forgot my mouth open.

“A-Jun did all that?” I ask even though I’m very sure he could do worse. I mean, besides killing me, I don’t think there’s something cruel he hasn’t done to me.

Oh, now that I remember… Fuck him!

“And more…” Jane supplies. “I’ll get us something to eat. While I’m gone, please meditate on surviving this prison; you have to survive.”

☠️

“Fade into the wallpaper,” I recite to myself, taking a deep breath. “I just have to fade into the wallpaper, and I’ll be fine. Hide to survive.”

Great.

I sigh and lie my back to the bed, staring at the ceiling, slamming my eyes shut and waiting for sleep to consume me. But, after several minutes of failed attempts at sleeping, I push myself up, resting on the headboard, when something catches my attention from the corner of my eyes,

I try to get down from my bed. I know I shouldn’t, because of my knees, but… I will.

I push myself down from the bed, wincing in pain. My knees down to my legs somehow feel heavy, but I’m guessing it’s because of the wrappings.

I push my IV drip with me as I move, one step at a time, towards the window, but as I draw close, someone slams me against the wall, the force knocking air out of me and also the IV drip connected to my arm.

I’m slammed hard against the wall. My legs are almost hanging. One arm is pinning my throat with the elbow, while the other arm is covering my mouth, stopping me from screaming.

I jerk and kick in desperate need for air, all the while also whimpering, trying to yell for Jane.

Then our eyes lock. His deep brown eyes stare into mine, and everything goes still. He’s leaving me no space to see his face, but his eyes, they are the ones of... “A-Jun,” I say in my head.

I begin to kick immediately, breathing heavily. We are so close I can see the burning sensation of our skin touching, my breast hitting his chest. The more I struggle, the tighter he presses onto me.

I don’t dare to look away from him as he adds more pressure on me, completely cutting off my air supply. I struggle to break free. From the corner of my eyes, tears fall, scratching his body with my nails, but that doesn’t help me in any way; it makes him even more determined to erase me.

He leans in closer, our lips brushing, and he puts more pressure on his elbow.

My eyes widen, like they were going to fall out of their sockets. there's something stuck in my throat I want to swallow but I can't. All that I feel is his elbow pressing my neck hard, the weird feeling of his lips brushing mine and the hot sensation of my breast pressing his chest.

That’s when Jane’s voice echoes in the hallway as she makes her way into the room.

“Gurllll… I got us some seafood. I had to dig the ends of this prison to find this gem.”

A-Jun releases me, and I fall to the ground. As if he was never here, he disappears, back through the window, the way he got in. I collapse to the ground, coughing and gasping for air.

“Just by looking at it, I can already tell this seafood would be heavenly deli…” Jane pauses, grasping a glimpse of me breathing heavily on the ground.

The bowl of seafood she is carrying falls from her hand, shattering into bits, the sea food in it splattering around. She rushes towards me.

Still struggling to breathe, I raise trembling fingers at her, “You’re fired!” I rasp.

“What happened?” she ask with a serious expression on her face.

I don’t buy it! She definitely also wants me dead.

“What do you think happened?” I snap back. “A-Jun was here! He tried to kill me.”

“Actually, he was just this close,” I say, raising my index and thumb finger to illustrate. “To killing me. This hospital’s not safe, we have to leave.”

“But you’re not healed yet…” Jane says in protest.

“Now!” I yell angrily. “If A-Jun returns here… he won’t leave if I’m not dead, and he's definitely coming back.”