Against Her Will (part three)
To Kitty Kazama: I watch a LOT of horror movies! Basically, they're all I watch!
"Wake up, brat!"
The agonizing sensation of a slap stung Hwoarang's face. He struggled to open his eyes, terrified of the familiar voice booming in his ears.
That voice seemed like it got louder.
"I said WAKE UP!"
Another harsh slap went across Hwoarang's face. This time, that REALLY hurt. Between the pains of a lead pipe being whacked across his head, the stings of the lip-bloodying slaps, and the ache of metal handcuffs cutting his wrists, Hwoarang really wanted to get this asshole. He couldn't scream or shout for help because of the bandanna choke covering his mouth; his ankles are handcuffed as well.
"This is what you get for snooping around things you have no business," the malevolent voice said. He couldn't see the familiar man's face for he was standing in front of the light, all Hwoarang could see was a large, towering figure.
"I ought to slit your throat, you little punk!"
With that remark, the large figure pinches his face and brings him closer. Hwoarang's breathing is heightened along with his heart pounding in his ears. He's afraid of what this person's going to do to him.
His worst fear has come true.
Heihachi walks behind the chair he's tied into. He places his large hands on Hwoarang's entire head; at the same time, he's totally petrified of this insane, immoral bastard. His screams are subdued. He can't fight back because of the handcuffs, in the meantime, the metal is cutting his wrists even more.
The more he squirmed, the more the metal cut his already tender scars.
In just a few minutes time, Hwoarang stopped struggling. What replaced his will to try and fight back is now replaced with slight death spasms.
The scene is now clear—Heihachi had broken Hwoarang's neck.