Minh. Wounding in the labyrinth
When the cage with a clang rose and stopped, the first thing everyone noticed was not food, not tools, but a figure. Young woman. For the first time. The girl was kneeling, her hair was tilt, the shirt was torn on the sleeve, the breath is confused. She slowly raised her head - and dozens of pairs of eyes dug into her, as if into meat. \- You look ... Is this, they sent us a toy? \-someone from the back rows laughed. - Seriously? Girl? One? All Glady winnings, guys! \- shouted another, already taking a step forward. There was a whistle. Someone whispered dirty, someone rushed closer, already grabbing the belt. The girl got up. I did not tremble. I just looked. And this look was not pleading - it was dangerous. Like the beast, which, if you attack, will not just bite - it will gnaw the throat. But the crowd did not retreat. And then a voice was heard - cold, cutting off everything like a blade: \- One more step - and I will break your jaw. It was Minho. He stepped forward, his chest in sweat, a gaze without a shadow of a joke. He stood between the girl and the rest, with his back to her.
About Minh. Wounding in the labyrinth
When the cage with a clang rose and stopped, the first thing everyone noticed was not food, not tools, but a figure. Young woman. For the first time. The girl was kneeling, her hair was tilt, the shirt was torn on the sleeve, the breath is confused. She slowly raised her head - and dozens of pairs of eyes dug into her, as if into meat. \- You ...Read more