KILL THIS LOVE | JENLISA

Chapter 24

She couldn't help but recall the horrific images of the young dead bodies, thinking how it could've been with them living the rest of their lives happily. Alive. She couldn't help but clench her fingers, feeling an emotion she had not felt in a very long time.

Jennie Ruby Jane Kim felt anger.

She turned off the voice recorder hastily, barely breathing quickly enough to be unruffled.

"Is it about playing God?"

A sadistic smile curved up Lisa's lips, undeterred by the venom in Jennie's tone. No words were spoken.

"Deciding who gets to live and who doesn't?" Jennie gritted. "Or is it because you see something in them? Something that reminds you of your past?"

Lisa tilted her head, battling Jennie's heated stare, before rising up on her feet.

Déja vu.

"Bold." Lisa's silk voice rang softly.

Jennie closed her eyes in an attempt to block the sound of Lisa's cold voice approaching her direction.

"Bold looks good on you, Ruby Jane."

Jennie kept her body still, composure unbroken, refusing to give Lisa power over her. Lisa already wielded enough as it is.

"Do you remember what I asked you that day?" Lisa hummed, twisting Jennie's insides. "I asked you if you appreciated art."

Lisa's cerulean eyes morphed into a pair of dark, crazed ones, sending Jennie's brain into a frenzy.

"You said you did."

All of a sudden, a piece of paper was slammed down in front of Jennie with a startling force.

"What do you see?" Lisa mused.

"A rose."

And it indeed was one, a beautiful one at that. It was flaming red, the hues painted on it so aesthetically, so expressive to the eye. No doubt, created by the devil herself. For a moment Jennie's breathing normalised, relieved at Lisa's words only building up to present a mere painting. But her body stilled as she heard Lisa laugh again. It was different than any sound than Jennie had ever heard before. It was chilling to the core.

Jennie watched with her breath held, confusedly, as Lisa flipped the paper upside down. And just like that, all the missing pieces of the jigsaw, fell together. Jennie watched, as the beautiful rose turned into something so vile.

The core of the rose now resembled a faint figure. The petals now, a bed of viscous blood. A woman in her own pool of blood.

"Look around you Ruby Jane. It's all art."

Jennie found her courage slowly withering away, every ounce of the dauntlessness fading, leaving her body shivering in her seat.

"Every blood spilled, tells a story." Lisa bent down, gazing straight at Jennie's face from across her. "The contrast of red against the dull cement, the smell of fear and copper against their expensive perfume, every little scream and plea for survival, all of it is more captivating than you could ever imagine, little kitten." Jennie could feel the lunacy radiating off of Lisa's smirk.

"So inspiring."

Jennie refused to meet the Lisa's maniacal eyes, instead, keeping her watery gaze fixed at her quivering hands in her lap. She almost didn't even hear the nurse entering the room, scanning Lisa's bed, unlocking the cuffs.

Almost.

Jennie heard their footsteps moving over towards the direction of the bed. She didn't dare look up.

"The death of a beautiful woman is unquestionably the most poetic topic in the world." Lisa's voice sounded from across the room.

That was the last thing Jennie heard in the ethereal voice of the monstrous being, before a loud familiar creak sounded, indicating that the door had been open wide for her to leave.

Bringing an end to her nightmare.

For tonight.