# Successful escape?

//Han River, The Korea Demilitarized Zone; 04:46

My body is aching, trying to keep me from drowning. I can see a couple of men on the other side, ready with a navy blanket. That blanket is my motivation, my only motivation for fighting against the dark water. The moon is reflecting silver stripes in the river, turning it into a zebra.

The clothes on my body are clinging to my frozen skin, my hair almost freezing to ice. The air is cold as well, I shiver as I crawl up from the water. The guy who held the blanket just nods at me, before handing me the warm, fuzzy piece of fabric. I hold it around my body, hugging myself, trying to get some kind of warmth. The other man, dressed in a black suit, mutters something about following him. The  vehicle isn't exactly hard to spot, the shiny black surface mirroring the stars. 

The clouds are all gone, they disappeared over my head as I breast-stroked all the way from the North Korean border to the South. The blanket guy opens the car door for me, motioning for me to go inside. My grandmother had told me that I would meet two guys on the other side, right after hugging me almost to death. My heart shattered at the sight of her crying, crying because of me leaving. She was the one who had supported me through everything, even after I became a fighter, just like my father wants me to be.

My dad is a confident, smart man, with too much power in his hands. He was the one who told me to kill that sheep when I was thirteen, the year after my mother died. My mother stopped him from turning me into an assassin, but that safety net broke only four months after she died. I was told she died from sickness. What sickness? I never got to know, but I do have my speculations.

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"Zhu Lin, princess! Come with me, I want to show you something!"

I raise my head surprised, surprised at his voice. It was light, almost sounding cheerful. It was different from its usual tone, deep and mysterious; a mafia boss' voice. 

I quickly get up on my feet, running after him, almost crashing into the door frame on the way out. The sun is up, shining bright on a summer afternoon. I squint my eyes, not used to the light yet. My father came home extremely early today, he usually comes home at midnight, before continuing his work  at his office. I'm not allowed going in his office, my mom and his other workers are though.

I jump into his car, a black BMW without a roof. All I can hear is silence, neither of us is talking. I don't feel like it, I haven't spoken a lot since my mom died. My necklace lays around my neck, reflecting the smiling sun. The sun looks happy, delighted, contrasting my mood. My eyes are red, almost watering because of tiredness. I look to my left side, my eyes scanning my father's face. 

"Where are we going, father?" I ask politely, just like he taught me. He just hummed, not bothered enough to answer my question. I look out of the passenger window, watching the trees go by. No houses are in sight, we have lived separated from other people for as long as I can remember. No neighbors, no neighbor animals I can play with, no young and harmless love.

The car stops, after a twenty minutes drive. I notice the barns, they're grey, not that bright red color in the two Disney movies I have seen. It saddens me, how there are no colors where I live. My room is all white, with only a yellow teddy bear. I got the teddy bear from my grandfather before he passed away. 

My father takes my hand as I step out of the car, leading the way. He leads us into a barn before telling me to stay where I am. I can see him talking to this short, chubby man. They both have these serious faces on, the business face. My hands become sweaty as I realize I'm not here for entertaining reasons. My eyes study the big building, I start to count the sheep. 

Twenty-four sheep, twenty-five sheep, twenty-six sheep, twenty-seven sheep...

"Come here Zhu Lin!" My father calls, his voice is completely different from earlier. It was back to the usual tone, maybe even darker. My hands start to shake as I walk towards him, fearing something bad. The round guy introduces himself as a friend of my 'daddy', I don't believe him. I just nod, looking up at my father questionably. He can see the nervousness in my eyes, his turning darker.

The short man starts walking towards one of the grinds, the three sheep inside of it looks scared, backing away. They have this tag in their ears, but I can't read it, they're too far away. My dad points at the one in the back; "let's shoot that one."

I freeze in my spot, my body trembles in dread. I slowly shake my head as my father turns around to look at me, his wicked eyes meeting my panicked ones. He motions for me to step closer to him, to the sheep. I stand still, my feet turning cold. Sweat starts to form on my forehead when I see what he takes out of his jacket; a shiny, gold handgun.

I take a couple of steps back, clearly not the way my dad wants me to go. He stamps towards me, grabbing my wrist, honey-colored skin. He drags me over to the sheep he pointed out only a minute ago, placing me in front of it. He pushes his expensive gun in my own shaky hands. I look at the floor, covered in hay and shit, not daring to meet his hard eyes again. He leans down, his mouth close to my ear;

"Shoot it, princess, kill it."

My eyes widen yet again, finally realising I had a real gun in my hands, not a small and shabby toy. 

"No, please father, I don't want to kill the sheep," I start pleading in a low, shaky voice, almost inaudible. The sheep look up at me, it's big eyes filled with fear, reflecting my own. Tears start to form in my eyes, even though I try holding them in. I hate it when my father sees me cry, he thinks I'm weak. He has always said that I got it after my mom, my weaknesses. 

"Kill. It." he says again, this time a lot harsher, scaring me even more. I know I have no chances of getting out of this farm without killing the sheep, I'm not stupid. I got it from my mom.

He stares me down, all I want is to dig a hole and jump in it, possibly without coming out again. The sheep is tied up, having no chances of escaping. I can't run away, I noticed the guards when I came in, my father probably brought them. 

My grip tightens around the gun, holding it in both of my hands. My hands are trembling like crazy, my legs feel like jelly. I count inside my head, deciding to fire the gun at ten. I've never been so afraid of that number,

one, two, three...

"Kill it now, princess."

four, five, six...

"I know you have it in you,"

seven, eight, nine...

"You're not the mafia boss' child for no reason, Zhu Lin, you're going to be my own homemade little killer."

BANG!

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