Not Her | KTH |

{ 1. ZERO}

Sarang calling📲
This chapter will contain murder scenes as told in the note part. If you are sensitive to these subjects please DO NOT read this.
call ended📱

The room was completely dark, but the moon light coming from the window was enough to see every single thing in the room.

The only sound that could be heard was huffing and muffled voice of a person. He was sitting in a corner with his hand covering his ears. His eyes were fixated on the the ground. His hair was sticking to his forehead via sweat formed in it. Beads of sweat were trailing down his jaw along with the blood flowing down from his head.

His suit was damp from the crimson coloured liquid flowing continously from the deep cut on his neck and right arm. He was murmuring somthing which was barely audible.

He looked up to the dark silhouette of a person sitting in the chair just infront of him.

"P-please l-let me go... i-if you want you c-can take all my property." He was stuttering after ever 3-4 words and was sobbing from time to time.

His black orbs were filled with complete terror. Tears were streaming his eyes as if he could see his death approaching him with a sly smirk in its face. His heart was racing like it would be clutched out of his chest anytime and would be crushed into nothing but minced meat.

A husked laughter escaped from the mouth of the person sitting in the chair. He stood up from the chair walking towards the terrified one.

The darkness engulfing everthing in the room turning everything in the room into a silhouette.

He had mask on his face. It was making him more unrecognisable.

He bend on his one knee trying to come to the same eye level as the later and enjoying the view beneath his eyes. It was like the more the later was crying and the more pain he felt, the more satisfied the former got.

The former one raised his arm which held a dragger bringing it near the cheeks of the later one. His breath hitched and his eyes glistened with nothing but fear. PURE TERROR.

The dragger was traced down his cheeks leaving a trail of cut marks as the hot crimson coloured fluid started leaking from the fresh wound.

After which seemed like an eternity, the dragger came to an halt at the side of his neck, only to be pushed deeper into the skin, slowly but skillfully, so that the wound won't kill him but the pain from it would give him a glance of hell.

The dragger was then pulled out of the fresh would allowing the hot crimson coloured liquid to escape out of the cut.

"I SAID LET ME GO..." He shouted like a maniac, "wh-why are you doing this to me?" he mumbled. His voice was low but it was clearly audible to the devil who stood in front of him.

Another chuckle escaped his mouth.

"Let you go? huh? How about letting me enjoy for some time first? You show yourself as a god in front of other people..." He trailed off.

Pausing for a moment he spat and clenched his jaw as a disgusted looked crept its way to his face.

"What about the 15 y/o orphan you raped, tortured for 3 months and then killed her?"

His eyes flickered in rage as he continued.

"What about the police officer who gathered some evidences against you? You burned his whole family alive and showed it as an accident by throwing bone(money) to those corroupted dogs (cops)."

His eyes were now burning in rage. The whole hell fire evident in his eyes which was enough to scare the shit out of anyone infront of him even in one glance.