It was the absurd strength that shocked him most.
Charley had been sitting at his desk, reading over some old contracts, when he had heard a loud crash at the front door. He had hesitated to rush out of his study and see what had happened, but before he had thought to climb out his window instead, splinters from the closed door were flying into his eyes before he could comprehend the second loud crash as two hands slapped through the door as if tunneling through softened butter.
Charley's heart pounded through his chest as adrenaline filled his system, and he sat in his chair, blinking his eyes in hopes the splinters would not destroy them.
"Charles O'Hara," a feminine tenor voice said. "Do you recall a Hwa-Young Ahn?"
Blinking to clear the tears in his eyes, he looked at the intruder: a girl of Asian decent but with silver-blonde hair, blue eyes, and porcelain-white skin. He gasped, eyes widening as he recalled just who the girl was. She had been only thirteen the last time he had seen her, and she looked just the same as she had then, except she was just a few years older.
"She was a girl you ordered to have tortured and rape all for a sick experiment? Do you remember that now?"
Charley could only stare at her, mouth agape. The albino girl smirked, and she reached out her hands to grab him. With an unmanly shriek, he ran toward his window, but she grabbed his arm, nearly pulling it out of the socket as she yanked him toward her. He collapsed onto his side.
Hwa-Young let out a chuckle as she lifted the man off the floor, and she threw him over her shoulder, holding the larger man in place with an iron grip.
"Looks like you do," she said. "Let me have some fun of my own, won't you?"
Charley screamed, and she only laughed more. He wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to get away, but he may as well have been trying to topple a mountain.
“You wanted to make me stronger, right?” Hwa-Young said, still laughing. “You know it’s useless.”
Hwa-Young lifted him from her shoulder, and she slammed his back hard against the floor. Pain exploded in his back, and it hit twice as his head bounced against the carpet.
“Stop screaming,” the albino girl said, “and I won’t tell your wife and daughter what a horrible monster you tried to make me.”
“I’m sorry,” Charley said. “I’m sorry. I’ll—I can help you do anything. I can get them to stop looking for you—”
Hwa-Young placed one hand over his forehead, and she grasped his jaw. White-hot pain ran in his jaw as she pulled. His screaming drowned out the sounds of skin and sinew tearing and bones popping.
“Looks like you want me to make this slow for you, huh?” Hwa-Young said, reaching for his shoulder.
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