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HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ A-JUN ☠️ I stand in the center of a room where tools are kept. Around me are buckets, shovels, and rakes. Also ropes, paints, and random things used for prison repairs. It’s a storage room, a place I am nighty-nine percent of the time. It’s quiet, and no one comes here. My hidden phone begins to vibrate in a hidden pocket inside my jacket, and I dig it out. The ID caller displays the underboss. My dad. “Is she dead yet?” he asks coldly at the other end of the call. I stand there mute, the phone is in my hand and not held beside my ear, I’m simply looking down at the phone and hearing him speak. “Sora must not walk out of that prison alive, or she becomes the Don. Kill Sora, or I'll kill your mother.” I grip the phone tightly, my face turning red with anger. “You listen to me right now,” he continues, his words sharp and slow. “If you do not kill Sora and let her walk out of this prison like you let her leave five years ago… I will make your mother’s life a living hell.” His voice drops to a low, chilling whisper, the tone entirely devoid of mercy, “I will make her life completely unbearable. Every single day will be a living nightmare, and she will find no safety and no rest. Don’t test me and kill Sora.” The call ends. I clench my fist and stone the phone to the ground. Just then, from the corner of my eyes, I catch a glimpse of someone walking in. I turn around to see Sora by the door, gawking at me. The person I want to kill… just in perfect time to get killed. She immediately turns around to run, but is unable to go out. It seems someone locked her in from the outside, so she begins to scream. ☠️ SORA ☠️ The door slams shut in front of me. I try to open, but I can’t. Some evil entity obviously locked me in on purpose. I won’t mind if I’m alone; I’ll just wait until Jane finds me. But A-Jun is here. “No, no, no, let me out!” I scream, banging on the door. I can’t be here with him. I can hear my heart beating fast in my chest, “J! Let me out of here… whoever you are! Please…” I beg, but no one answers. I know I’m supposed to be sticking to A-Jun so I’d survive this prison, but not like this. He’ll actually kill me like this. I feel someone right behind me, and I immediately know that A-Jun has already reach me. I turn around, and we are so close, close enough to jump into each other. My heart is beating so loud, and I’m sure A-Jun can hear it. He obviously can, seeing the expression on his face. I gulp down hard. “Do I still scare you?” he asks grumpily. “Nah… not really, you excite me,” I say sarcastically in my head. I take one step back, but there isn’t really anywhere to take a step to… I’m already pressed to the door, so I return my feet to where it was, between A-Jun’s big feet. “I… I am not the… same anymore.” I stammer, unable to calm the heart beating so hard I fear it would jump out of my chest and A-Jun would catch it. “I’m all grown. Why… why would I… still fear you? I… don’t… I don’t fear you, I swear! Do-do-do I look scared?” I gulp down hard. Heaven knows he scares me to death. “Sora…” he whisper-calls my name, and I feel a shiver crawling underneath my skin, my knees buckle, I almost collapse, but he grabs onto me tight. It’s the first time he said my name since I was adopted into the family when I was five. He leans even closer, now he’s so close he might actually be planning on jumping into me, “I will kill you. Know that.” Oh… I know that. He kicks the door open. My body trembles. The prisoner who shut me in earlier is still standing just outside the door. The only thing I hear is neck snapping. When I summon the courage to walk out, the prisoner lies pale and lifeless, not breathing. I slam my eyes shut and jump over the corpse. It’s so easy for him to kill people. Wait, the plan is working. Staying close to A-Jun is actually getting people who want me dead… dead. Guess Jane is right. I’d better find him before anyone else tries to kill me. Just then, three prisoners rush towards me, and I rush towards A-Jun. He’s walking in front of me, and I’m quietly walking behind. If the prisoners fasten their steps, I’ll fasten mine until I bump into him. A-Jun turns around, and I turn around too. The prisoners after me would freeze, and so the circle continues. I constantly bump my head on A-Jun’s back in every effort to not get caught and dragged away by the prisoners after me. And whenever he turns around, I also turn around. Until I bump into him again and he doesn’t let me turn around, “What are you doing?” he growls angrily. The prisoners behind me freeze. I’m more frozen. I gulp down hard, thinking of an excuse, “We are heading the same way,” I blurt out, scratching my head. I quickly point in a direction, it’s the right turn A-Jun was about to take. “You’re kinda in my way so…” I say, grinning sheepishly. It’s so stupid. He lets me go and decides to take a left turn instead, so I could take the right turn I pointed at. I look back and notice the prisoners were about to pounce on me, so I follow, also taking the left turn. They are walking faster, desperate to catch me and pull me away from A-Jun. I increase my speed also, desperate not to be caught, and for the umpteen time, I bump into A-jun's back. He turns around again, and this time, he’s boiling. I knew this idea was a catastrophic one.2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️SORA ☠️Jane and I sit on the ground, outside the open sky, none of us finding the energy to stand.“I’m telling you,” I say, whispering into Jane’s ear as I lean in to rest on her shoulder. “When I woke up, my wound was cleaned, and the wrapping was changed.”Jane pushes me away with one arm before wiping her ear, as if wiping the sound away, “And you didn’t wake up to catch whoever was medically experimenting with your wound?” she asks.“I didn’t feel any discomfort,” I blurt out truthfully. “It was like the person was so careful and was blowing on it. I remember moaning, though, but since it wasn’t uncomfortable, I didn’t bother opening my eyes until this morning. To tell you the truth, it was more pleasurable than hurting.”“Gross… you glutton for punishment,” Jane scuffs. “So in summary… A-Jun was cleaning your wound, and you were moaning? I wonder what his expression would be like… watching you moan in pain. I bet he was gravely off
2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️ JANE ☠️Why the fuck do I need to listen to that Japanese giant?Is he my father? Of course, he isn’t. Neither is he my king, so I owe him no obedience.How dare he ask me to never sleep outside the cell after stealing my bed and my blanket? Where should I sleep then? The roof?Preposterous. He’s such an arrogant thief.I hope he finds his match, someone to frustrate him as much as he’s frustrating me.Did I ask for too much? Just for my cellmate to never be changed! I was very pleased with my old cellmate. She never bothered me; she was literally invincible. She uses the upper bunk bed and silently moves around the cell like it’s a borrowed space. That was cute.Now this… ridiculous king. If anyone should be sharing a cell with the king of prison, rightfully, it should be the queen of prison.Not me! I swear the correctional officer who put us together has a grudge against me.I force a storage door open, making sure to pick a place fur
2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️SORA ☠️ I walk towards A-jun, who is sitting comfortably in the cell after killing thirty people for a reason we don’t know about, and I intend to find out. He’s done wiping the blood off his hands, but he still has the rag he used on one hand. “You did it… didn’t you?” I blurt out, breaking the pressing silence between us. “You killed them all.” “Why?” I ask, desperately wanting a reason. I need to know why everything suddenly changed. Why does the villain suddenly begin to play hero? What is his aim? Because if it’s to get me to think he changed his mind about killing me just before the evil beast strikes, he failed because I will never let my guard down. A-Jun remains mute; he simply stares down at the rag in his hand. “Why did you kill them?” I press, knocking off the rag he is holding. He takes a deep breath, but still says nothing. “Why did you do it?” I’m yelling now. “Sora…” he murmurs. I freeze before pulling myself tog
2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️ SORA ☠️We leave the hospital and step into the prison building. We are walking as slowly as we can and also trying not to come into contact with prisoners because even if I’m not healed, they still very much want me dead.One arm is around Jane’s shoulder while the other is pressed to my hip to support myself.The heavy iron door groans shut behind us, and the smell hits me first. It is thick, metallic, and hot.“Do you smell what I smell?” I ask Jane to be sure.“I might be smelling something worse than you are,” she responds, her face twisted in disgust.We take one careful step onto the block, and our boots stick to the floor. We look down and realize the concrete is flooded. We pass glances, inhaling sharply before we look up.My stomach drops, there’s blood everywhere. It splashes across the high windows, blocking the morning light; it runs down the grey walls in long, dark streaks. It is smeared over the iron bars. The entire bloc
2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️ SORA ☠️I wake up with a long gasp. Looking around, the aesthetic tells me I’m in the prison hospital, but it doesn’t tell me how TF I got there.Just then, Jane walks in.“J! It’s so good to see you!” I say, waving happily, she frowns, walking closer to my bedside. “That’s proof I’m still alive. And this machine beeping beside me, it makes me so fucking happy. It means my heart is still beating. How did I get here? I remember becoming unconscious while prisoners swarm over my unmoving form like laughing hyenas. Evil creatures.”“I don’t know either. I just couldn’t find you until I heard prisoners gossiping about you being in the hospital after you were attacked by thirty prisoners in your cell room.”“Okay, now take a pen and paper and write this down,” I say, clearing my throat. “So I took roughly forty punches on my gut, I kinda feel like it might be more, but just put down forty, I don’t want to exaggerate. About fifteen heavy punch
2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.☠️ JANE ☠️The library is so huge, in the dark, I hit my leg multiple times trying to find my way, but then I thought, “Why try to find my way when I can just pass out anywhere for the night?”I stop walking and sit on the ground, then slowly I rest my back. This is better than being in that cell with a prison king.Suddenly, I hear a sound, but before I can make sense of it, a prison guard points a blinding light straight at my eyeball. I cover my eyes immediately.“You have to return to your cell,” he says coldly.I’m unable to see his face because of the blinding light, but doesn’t this voice belong to the moron who all of a sudden did a rearrangement in my cell without informing me, and put me with that giant Japanese King?“It’s you,” I bark. “The evil correctional officer who changed my roommate without inquiring from me.”“It was a standard procedure,” he says coldly. “I’m taking you back to your cell.”“Oh, standard procedure?” I as
2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ “Wow… she’s here,” the angry man beside me from earlier says. “Such evil beauty. Have a one-night stand with me, and I’d consider taking your side.” Could you men not sexualize everything? “How about I pair my butler back home for a on
2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in. We drive into the prison, it’s like three times the size of o
2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. ☠️ SORA ☠️ When others are drinking water, black coffee, bitter lemon, or soju… I take Coke. Why? Because life can be so bitter, especially mine. I jerk as A-jun pins me down; he is on top of me, and I’m pressed underneath him, fighting for my life. His h
FLASHBACK. 2021. PAST. SEOUL. HELL PENTHOUSE. ☠️ SORA ☠️ It took me eight years of torture, hard work, rehab, and therapy to be able to take two steps without my legs trembling; I could go out and play without having to be pushed around in a wheelchair, and I avoided A-Jun with every life







