Game

Felix winced in pain as his face throbbed from the force of Jiso's slap, his cheek stinging with each heartbeat. The room felt stiflingly hot, intensifying his thirst to unbearable levels. His parched throat felt like sandpaper, aching for even a single drop of water to soothe it. He silently wished that Jiso would offer him some water before whatever fate awaited him.

Desperation gnawed at him as he struggled against the restraints binding his hands, the rough edges digging into his skin and adding to his discomfort. His stomach growled loudly, reminding him of the hunger gnawing at his insides. The pain, thirst, and hunger combined to create a relentless ache that seemed to suffocate him.

Summoning his courage, Felix addressed Jiso, his voice hoarse and strained. "Okay, Jiso, can you at least tell me what I did wrong? Or untie my hands, they hurt, and I'm hungry," he pleaded, his words laced with a mix of defiance and vulnerability. He couldn't believe the dire situation he found himself in, his mind racing with thoughts of survival and escape.

Despite the fear and uncertainty that gripped him, Felix's thoughts inevitably drifted to the most basic of human needs - food and water. The simple desire for sustenance took precedence in his mind, a stark reminder of his vulnerability in the face of danger. As he awaited Jiso's response, a glimmer of hope flickered within him, a spark of resilience amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him.

As much as Jiso tried to ignore it, she couldn't deny the undeniable truth – Felix did have an angelic face. His features were perfectly sculpted, his eyes shining with a captivating light, and his smile could charm even the coldest of hearts. It was infuriating to her that someone with such a beautiful face could cause her so much pain and frustration.

She couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, knowing that Felix's appearance could win over anyone he pleased. It only added fuel to the fire of her anger, fueling her desire to put him in his place.

But deep down, Jiso knew that physical beauty didn't make up for the ugliness in Felix's character. She would not let herself be swayed by his looks, no matter how tempting they may be. She would stand strong, determined to prove her worth in ways that went far beyond mere appearance.

She couldn't stand the sight of him, his smug expression only fueling her rage. How dare he make her feel so small and insignificant? How dare he make her own brother doubt her worth.

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"Want water, huh?" Jiso taunted, waving her hand as if summoning an obedient pet. "Boys, serve him."

As they approached, Felix felt a chill run down his spine. Every step seemed to echo louder than the last, amplifying his vulnerability. He cursed himself for not preparing for something like this, for not seeing the signs that he would end up in this… situation.

The men loomed over him, their presence heavy and intimidating. Jiso leaned closer, her eyes glinting with mischief. "You've got to stay hydrated, Felix. It's not good to be parched when you're in… such a precarious situation."

One of the guys popped open a bottle of water, the sound sharp in the silence, and held it up tantalizingly close to Felix's lips.

"Please," he murmured, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice. The dryness in his throat made it hard to think, but his instincts screamed at him to stay wary.

Jiso chuckled, an unsettling sound that sent shivers through him. "Just like a thirsty little bird, aren't you? But you need to understand, you don't get anything for free here."

Felix took a deep breath, the cold air dampening his resolve. He steadied himself, swallowing hard against the fear. "You'll regret this," he said, surprising even himself with the conviction in his voice.

Just then, without warning Felix felt something cold on him , causing him to shiver involuntarily. He felt icy fingers of dread creeping into his mind, threatening to unravel the walls he'd built against despair.

Those bastards just pour him water," what the hell is wrong with you jiso" Felix shouted feeling cold and angry

"Regret?" Jiso stepped back, crossing her arms, the smug look still firmly planted on her face. "Oh, Felix, my dear… this is just the beginning."

The men exchanged glances, and Felix felt the weight of their attention, and the growing tension in the room weighed heavily on him. He needed to find a way to escape, but first, he had to survive this twisted game Jiso was playing.

"Then let's play," he thought, the fire of determination igniting within his chest despite the cold that surrounded him.

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