❝ 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑹𝒀 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑵𝑮𝑺 𝐓𝐎 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑳 𝑾𝑰𝑻𝑯. ❞
▶ 𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 everything is normal on the outside and insidious on the inside...
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CHAPTER 08
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「 Heart 」
━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ♡︎♡︎♡︎ MUCH LIKE THE other night, Prince woke up drenched in his cold sweat, shaking and sobbing in Gun's arms. The male was there and ready to wake him up, welcoming him into his embrace as soon as the other's eyes opened. Prince could still feel his stomach lurching even after an hour, his head pounding in his skull as he painfully stopped himself from vomiting.
Unlike last time, his dream-- or nightmare-- was a bit more realistic. By realistic, it meant that whatever his parents did last time to themselves were quite the opposite now.
The three of them were all in the dining area of their house, his mother was smiling viciously at him with bloodshot eyes, crooked teeth, pasty white face, and bloody lips. He had always disliked the way she does her makeup, it seems she's purposely doing it to make her look more-- inhumane.
His father on the other hand was foaming in the mouth, literally. His pupils were the smallest he had ever seen them, visible marks on his skin that were raked by his own nails. His wounds were still fresh and blood seeped out, dirt and something else remained inside of his long fingernails that slowly seemed to look like claws.
His mother-- Seohye-- was beaming at him and speaking in tongues he barely understood, her bony bloody hands hovering over a food cover on the table. Whatever it was underneath that, he was terrified to find out.
"Eat with us, sweetheart."
Lo and behold, one of the most gruesome things Prince had ever seen was displayed infront of him, a few feet away from him yet it felt as if he too was covered in its slime and blood.
A human brain and a human heart pulsated disgustingly on the silver tray, still fresh as if it was just cut out from a living human being not so long ago.
Bile quickly rose to his throat the more he eyed the organs on the table. The heart was desperately beating to its final moments, much like how Prince's heart banged in his chest.
