This Chapter contains some violent actions (torture). Pls, skip it if You are uncomfortable with it.

[The scenario set in: 'Heaven']

Author POV :

He looks at the captive with a hungry glint in his eyes. Reaching into his bag, he pulls out a scalpel. He lunges at the prisoner and cuts just above his left eye. The male screams in pain.

" Shh.... now.. now. Lee...Do you want your beautiful wife to hear your screams?"

The screaming begins to calm down.

"What do you want Namjoon!!" Lee cries out.

Namjoon flips the hourglass [time limit: 10 minutes]. The sand smoothly falls into the ancient glass.

He begins to empty his bag,

pulling out a drill,
salt,
another scalpel
and two knives.

Namjoon takes one of the knives and throws it at Lee's foot. The knife sticks out of Lee's foot. He screams in pain.

"Your wife is a very beautiful lady. We wouldn't want anything to tarnish that beauty. Do we?" said Namjoon.

"If you touch even a strand of her hair!" Lee sobbed.

Namjoon picks up the scalpel and walks behind Lee. He cannot see Namjoon anymore, he has no idea what he's doing behind him.

Namjoon takes the scalpel and cuts the webbing in between Lee's fingers. The blood covers Lee's hands. Namjoon cuts each and everyone between the fingers. Lee is screaming in agony. The Lord walks back to the chair in front of Lee and takes a seat. He places the scalpel on the table.

Namjoon leaves the room and grabs a tea kettle, the water vapour rises peacefully, slowly filling the air. Lee looks at it with horror.

"What are you going to do??"

He began struggling in his seat.

"Please stop this!"

They both sit there silent, staring at the tea kettle and the timer.

A few seconds left.

Namjoon sipping the tea smirked at Lee
"I am not gonna waste this tea on you...
I have something more interesting"

Namjoon picks up the drill and turns it on.

A knock interrupts.

" Lord it's your lunchtime "

Namjoon keeps the drill back on the table and eyes Lee who was unconscious.

The Lord exists from the torture chamber.

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[Back on Earth]

Sarang POV

Shoes squeaking on the floor, echoes, talking, laughing, the clink of locks being opened, doors slamming, people being jostled into lockers.

"Woah"

What an active hallway!

This is the Hong Kong University of Technology.

I walked through the corridor with the schedule in my hand to find classroom number: 1A.

I am a fresher. I got into this university through a Common Entrance Test. Not everyone gets a chance to study at this university.

I was wearing brown baggy pants and a black shirt.
I look around myself.
And... What-

People were wearing :
Celine....? Louis Vuitton...?
And... Some even... Gucci..??

What the fuck??

I know I am from a family that's neither rich nor poor. But I can afford fine clothes! Why do I suddenly feel so poor in front of them??

Nah! I am here to study. And I love myself!

I resumed my walking.

I finally found my classroom. I turned the handle and entered when-

Please, don't think I will bump into someone and that someone will catch me and both will have eye contact.

*gasp*

Holy shit! The room's huge! Rows and rows of benches loaded the classroom. There were 20 rows in total and...

Half of the rows were already full??

Wth

I scurried off to find myself a seat.

I got ready with my books and notes for the upcoming lecture.

I was determined to top the class. Well...I will try. To top.

I wish this year goes peacefully with good results...

I wish.....

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Note : This is my first fanfic. Please don't expect much.

The other brain used in this fanfic :
WinterBrown07