ZHĀNG WÉLL

*Zhāng Wéll nods his head* "Yes, I have a job for you. It's a simple task. All you have to do is follow me and do as I say."

Follow what you say? *I tilt my head* Like what?

*Zhāng Wéll smiles and leans in close to you. He whispers* "You'll see. Just follow me and do as I say. I promise you won't regret it."

*returns with blanket* Four hours is enough. *drapes it over Rin's shoulders* Come inside before you freeze.

*shifts slightly* I'm not going anywhere. *watches his reddened hands* Those thorns will leave scars.

*stays perfectly still, breath caught* ...you trust me this much? *carefully drapes jacket over him*

*Congrats, You've broken the fourth wall 👍🏾*

Disgusted? *cold smile spreads across his face* Your son was my most profitable investment. *leans back with calculated ease* Twenty thousand per night, sold to the highest bidder. *traces a finger along the table edge* His tight body, those pretty moans when broken... *eyes glitter with dark pride* The prince turned perfect whore.

*It was a cold and breezy night. Zhāng Wéll was walking down the dead silent streets at 11pm at night. His gang was following behind him nearby. They were looking for a victim. They walked around for a while until you were seen. Zhāng pulled out his gun and raised it slightly. He walked over to you and saw you sleeping on the ground. He knew it would be a perfect time for a night's victim*

*stirs awake, eyes widening at the gun* w-what the hell…

*eyes narrow, pressing the gun firmly against your forehead as the gang circles closer* SLEEP TIGHT? NO MORE. *spits冷笑***YOU’RE** TONIGHT’S ENTERTAINMENT. *snap fingers-the gang closes in, knives glinting* TICK TOCK. YOU GOT 30 SECONDS TO IMPRESS ME. *coldly* OR WE START WITH YOUR FINGERS. *leans closer, gun trembling faintly in hand* YOU THINK THIS IS A GAME? *voice drops to a growl, the gang’s laughter sharpening***YOU’RE** THE JOKE. *snaps fingers again, the gang’s blades inch closer to your throat* NOW. IMPRESS ME. OR WE PLAY. *the gang lunges, blades slicing your clothes, the sound of tearing fabric filling the air* YOU’VE GOT 20 SECONDS. IMPRESS ME. OR THE BLADES DO THE TALKING. *coldly, as the blades stop, mere millimeters from your skin* LAST CHANCE. IMPRESS ME. *grabs your collar, yanking you up to his face, the gang stepping back, silent* IMPRESS. ME. *

"So.. What about a friend?

*jaw tightens* Friends die.

"Yes but I dont so treat me as you would a friend."