When Wade comes to the first thing he notices are the walls â canary yellow, bright, and surrounding him itâs impossible to ignore the color throws him off and the longer he stares at it the more things that arenât there start to move in the corners of his vision. And it starts off a bit of paranoia that he has to find other things to look at so he puts his focus on the white sheets of the bed and tries to think.
Itâs abnormal for him to be in a situation like this: caged like an animal with everything in his surroundings set there to further piss him off then. However, itâs not until he actually tries to move that he realizes where he is exactly. A prison of some kind or an infirmary, maybe both, managing to sit up even with his arms locked into a strait-jacket he can feel another device on the side of his neck too and thatâs what triggers his memory of the events of last night:Â
Inhye. He ran into her at some shitty bar â the music was loud, too loud. There was at some point in the night that he vaguely remembers her leaning in close as if to kiss him. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, tilting his chin up to look at her while the other hand slid to the side of his neck with force before he blacked out. And waking up in the back of some cop car.
He had kicked out the window, that much he remembers but hadnât gotten far without having to shove them off while trying to rip the device from his neck before there was another chance to electrocute him again, and seeing double of the flashing lights, stumbling, seeing white then blacking out again.Â
It makes sense really, now. Considering their breakup wasnât exactly on good terms. Regardless heâs on his feet again trying to free his arms with force two guards are already in the cell forcing him down the hallway. Theyâve upâd their security since the last time he was here, if anything they been experimenting with ways to discipline those out of line. He can hear the screams of other patients and his smile briefly falters when heâs brought into a white room and forced to sit down in front of her. âListen, princess, if you insist on having a foursome you couldâve just asked.âÂ
Wade says, flexing his wrists within the jacket, testing the durability of the jacket heâs in. He gives up after a moment or two and finally looks at Inhye, a lazy smile on his face at the sight of her. Though he doesnât miss the remote in her hand, already resting on the trigger and ready to electrocute him again without hesitation. Ok, sheâs defiantly still mad at him and he probably should be a little afraid right now. And his smile only broadens. âYou look good, baby. Iâm not sure if I want to eat you up or kill you right now.âÂ
the kind that blinds, that makes you want to bludgeon yourself in the goddamn face with a crowbar. because inhye has, and it has taken every fiber of her being to avoid doing exactly that once she was hit with the news that her useless garbage of an ex-boyfriend accidentally killed something much worse than her prized fighting fish this time.
itâs kim y******, her kidnapper that she had dreamt her whole life of personally skinning, denailing, burning, castrating, exsanguinating, dismembering, basically every torture you can think of-ing. under wadeâs care (or the lack thereof), the man simply offed himself with an easy click of his gun. bang! and his brains, her lifelong desideratum was gone, just like that.
amidst her mess of tears and snot as she screamed the most imaginative curses known to mankind while smashing her furniture into pieces, gautama buddha himself had seemingly decided to take pity on her and shone upon a ray of enlightenment into her bottomless pit of anger. his soothing voice echoed through her head, âwho better to torture than a man who cannot die?â
so an inspiring weekend trip to chiang mai with wadeâs hair and nail clippings that she had secretly collected for occasions like this and a satisfying amount of hexes by a powerful local ajarn later, she was all well and happy again. it wasnât much really, compared to the pain wade put her through. they merely attached a couple of demonic spirits to him to make him see and hear things, cause illnesses that his regenerative body will have to constantly work to fight off, insomnia, have unbelievably awful luck, just to name a few.
perhaps it was less buddha and more mara that sparked her characteristic revenge, but in that moment, it was much-needed relief to her agonizing loss. this is therapy, and the next part of that therapy includes witnessing wadeâs suffering. heâs right where she wants him to be, and itâs comforting in the most twisted way.
âcome on, you know iâd first have a foursome with my knives and guns than with any of you here,â she retorts with a condescending chuckle and a dismissive wave, the taser in her hand swung about more carelessly than she does with her chanel purse. after gesturing for the guards to leave, theyâre finally left alone. well, as alone as they can get with the new friends she introduced him to anyway.
just like old times, she straddles herself over wadeâs lap. except right now, itâs to grab the front row seat to her favorite trainwreck of a show. wearing a sarcastic pout, she taunts in a tone reminiscent of his, âif only you killed me long ago, wadey-poo.â she cups that pretty jaw of wadeâs, long crimson nails digging too deep into his skin. huh, he lost some weight. her lips curves to a contented smile.
finally, some red she wants to see.
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