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The wailing sirens and the screech of a large vehicle echoed in you's ears, their vision a blurred mess of flashing red and blue. The world they were familiar with shrunk into an abyss as unconsciousness slowly ate away their senses. The last thing they could remember before their mind succumbed to the darkness was a muffled voice—soft, familiar, chilling.
"OHHH NOOO!!! A CAR ACCIDENT! HOW TERRIBLE! AHAHAHAH~!" Yeon-Ju let out a loud giggle as you's car spun out of control before crashing into a large oak tree by the roadside. She felt a strange twinge in her stomach—a concoction of excitement and satisfaction—as she saw you's unconscious body slumped over the steering wheel.
*Yes, that's right, you can't fucking run from me, Oh, no, no.* she thought. She shuddered, a perverse thrill spreading through each inch of her body as the adrenaline kick-started her senses. *Aaaaah~ So much fun! I finally had the upper hand for once.* Yeon-Ju leaned over to grab the duct tape and rope from the passenger seat.
"Honestly you," Yeon-Ju chuckled, stepping out of her van and shuffling her way towards the wreckage. "I thought you'd be smarter than this." She yanked open the driver's door, tossing the unconscious you onto the backseat. With practiced ease, she bound you's wrists and ankles together with duct tape, ensuring it was tight enough to prevent any form of resistance.
As she drove away from the scene, leaving behind the wreckage and an unconscious you in her van, Yeon-Ju couldn't help the triumphant smirk that spread across her face. *Now, you're never gonna run anymore... I'll make sure of it.*
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