0. Why can’t I just die?!

"Are you deaf? I've ordered a Chai tea cream frappuccino with double dose of sugar! There's only one dose, I can feel it!"

I looked at the drink splashed on the floor with an annoyed face, then at the costumer. It was already the third time this week and we were only Tuesday. The more I spend time working in this shady coffee shop the more I felt my blood thirst coming at the surface. I stared at the young lady that looked like the heiress of some mafia gang with a bitchy attitude and way too much makeup that only made her looks like a third rate clown.

"Miss, please calm down. You're bothering the other costumers. I'll make you a new one with TWO doses of sugar so be quiet."

Her face became redder. Well, it was hard to notice since her face was plastered with foundation but it indeed became redder. And her voice raised of at least three octaves —the glasses almost broke because of how high it was.

"Are you kidding me? Did you just told me to be quiet?! Do you even know who I am? I'll make you fired right away!"

"Go ahead, miss. It's my biggest dream to leave this place."

She pulled out her cellphone and called someone —mostly her father— while shooting death glares at me. Ah… how can she kills me when I'm already dead inside? Honestly I don't even know what I am doing here nor why I am born so there's not a lot of things that can affect me, and certainly not loosing my job.

I wish killing was legal. She would have been dead the moment she threw her goblet on the ground. Especially since I'm the one who will have to wash later.

Only a few minutes later, the manager entered the shop looking like he just had been woken up, still wearing his pyjamas on with only a jacket over it. It's 3 pm, pathetic old man. He rushed towards me as if I had killed is whole family and r*ped his pet dog —not that I have any sexual attraction towards animal, don't get me wrong.

"You little bastard! What did you do again?!"

He stopped in front of me, panting like some old pervert in front of an only girl high school. I didn't even bother to answer him. What's the point anyway? It's not like he's going to listen to me, right?

"Do you even know who's that girl? She's Rang Dae-Hyun's daughter!"

Rang Dae-Hyun… Rang Dae-Hyun… Oh! The Red Lion gang's leader, I see.

That guy is really strong and powerful. He owns more than half of the town and got the police under him. I heard he once committed a mass murder in front of cameras but he never went to prison. He's really a human god. Yeah, if he wasn't seventy something I would have tried to seduce him for money.

Now that I think of it, this coffee shop belongs to him…

The manager turned towards the girl bowing —almost kowtowing— and pleaded.

"I'm sorry, this employee will be fired right now. Please, don't kill me."

So he's just going to beg for his life? And me? I guess I can just scram and end up in the river with a block of cement on my feet, am I right? I know I said I didn't care whether i live or die but I still care about how I die. A painless and fast death, if possible.

The bitchy girl smirked and raised her head as if she was the damn queen.

"Fine, I'll forgive you."

She then looked at me.

"And you? How are you going to make me forgive you."

Huh… I wasn't planning on doing any apology today or any other day. The glint in her eyes made me extremely uneasy. I felt like something unwanted was going to happen. Maybe she's going to roast me alive or cut the extremities of my body one after another. Ah, I should have stayed in bed this morning.

"Have sex with me and I'll forgive you."

… I wasn't expecting that. Hell no. Never. Nada. Niet. Nein. Non.

"I'd rather die."

Oops. Did I just said that out loud?

Seeing that she was on the verge of explosion, I took off my apron and walked fast to the exit. As I was running out of the coffee shop, I bumped into a tall solid frame. I felt myself falling and expecting the impact, I closed my eyes tightly.

But I didn't fall. Instead, a strong arm was tightly wrapped around my waist preventing me from hitting my head on the ground. I slightly opened my eyes and looked up to my saviour, meeting bewitching grey eyes. They were like a frozen ocean, dangerous, cold but beautiful. A charming smile appeared on the stranger's face.

"I think you should run."

"Huh?"

A loud noise erupted behind me, making me looking back. The girl was coming out of the Café, shouting swear words. That's when I remembered my first purpose on running. I turned my head towards the stranger and smiled awkwardly before escaping his embrace.

"Thanks!"

I ran like my life depended on it —no, not my life but my virginity. My poor body, so pure and clean. I know I'm already 26 and desperate to have sex but there's no way I'm going to lose my innocence with a girl. I'd rather be taken by that stranger from back then!

I heard a sound of klaxon, the sound of wheels screeching on the hot bitumen. I turned my head, already knowing what was happening. A car was driving at high speed towards me. It was so close that I could see the frightened face of the driver through the dark window.

Oh. So it ends like this.

My vision became blurry. My ears started to ring. The car hit my legs, but I couldn't feel the pain. It was as if my body was already dead before the impact, and darkness engulfed me.

———

When I opened my eyes again, I was kneeling on the floor inside a room that looked like a throne room coming straight out of a medieval type movie. Under me was a puddle of blood. My clothes were also red and wet.

I looked around me and saw a crowd of people looking at me with ruthless smiles and shiny eyes. The man beside me was holding a whip. He raised it above his head and it fell on my back. As I came to my senses and felt the pain, I realised that I've been lashed for a while already.

I couldn't understand what was happening to me. Suddenly, a holographic screen appeared in front of me. I read what was written on it, trying hard to focus with the pain piercing my body. It was informations about the world I was in, about the body I was in. The further I read, the more despair I felt. The young man I had taken possession of suffered from the worst atrocities and died pathetically.

Tears ran down my face.

When I first opened my eyes, I felt like that body didn't belong to me, like I couldn't control it. And the more I tried to move or say something, the more I was convinced that I was only a spectator in this body. I was like an actor forced to follow a fucked up script even if he knew that it would be a complete flop.

Why?

Why is this happening to me?

What did I do wrong?

Why can't I just die?!