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21> 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘚𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘖𝘞

My parents always liked to go big on silly things, just like the other day. Birthdays weren't too much important to me but they threw a whole damn party in a ballroom.
A knock on my door drove me out of my thoughts. Jungkook entered in after my permission.

"Got ready?" He scanned me from head to toe and smiled. Getting ready was the worst part for me but it was the best to him. The last time dinner with mark was normal nothing like I expected but he invited me again. In the past few days I made him believe that I was one of among them.

"All cameras are under control, just one instruction and Mark's house will be on fire" I nodded at his words and drove myself to the location mark texted earlier. Parking my car in the basement I walked towards the door. Mark was a millionaire with so much money but fucker earned it with all the black buisness. Mark stood outside and welcomed me in with a hug.
"Jimin, it's nice to see you again"
I nodded with a blank face and he walked us into the mansion
His mansion was just like other rich peoples, alot of paintings hung in the hallway. We stopped infront a painting which caught my attention the most. The sound of other guests behind me turning into a low buzz. The painting looks like two big brown eyes, with streaks of bright red trailing from them. Yellows and reds make up the round, short curves of the girl’s face. My eyes roamed around it, taking in every detail of the picture.
It’s a little girl crying tears of blood.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I dragged my eyes away from the painting to mark standing next to me, his eyes roving over the painting with a wicked gleam in his eyes .He stared at the painting with pride as if he painted it himself.
“Yes,” I murmur, before turning away. I’m not going to stand there and interpret art as if I'm not standing in a museum of depraved paintings. One glance around shows the other paintings are carved in subtle morbidity.
I shook hands with a few people I recognized from kelvis. Minutes later, mark has us all join him in the dining room, the twenty foot-long table set for at least twenty people.
It’s not a normal set up. There are crystal glasses, white plates and a fork and knife set on a thick plastic covering. The entire middle of the table is completely empty. Normally,flowers and decorations will take up space in the middle to add a taste of class to dinners.
I keep my face blank, despite my heart thudding heavily beneath my ribcage.
“Take a seat next to me, jimin, please,” Mark insisted, pointing towards the chair to the right of him. Of course, he sits at the head of the table,smiling at his guests like a king.He leans over and murmures to me, “I’m very excited for you to see tonight’s surprise.” I smiled and even I can feel how ice cold my smile is. “What would that be?” I asked.

“Well, we wouldn’t want to ruin the surprise now, would we?” mark smiled before turning his eyes on to the guest on his left side.
I stayed silent, observing the guests seated around me. Everyone looks to be at complete ease, talking smiling as if it’s just another day sitting at a dinner table and waiting for a young child to be served.There are three exit points in the dining room. One leads into the kitchen, where there’s a back sliding door. The second leads down a hallway towards the game room and deeper into the house. The third leads back towards the front door.
I imagine the girl is in the kitchen. I don’t know if she’s already dead.
My question was answered five minutes later when the kitchen door opens, and an older man walks in, hand in hand with a little girl no  older than 8. Her brown eyes are wide with terror, looking upon the table like every nightmares of hers has come to life.The monsters inside her dreams were only there to show her what they look like on the inside.
“Ladies and gentlemen. Dinner is served.“ Mark boomed with a wicked smile and looked at my side to see my expression.
 "You eat meat raw?” I questioned, the deep note of my tone traveling across the table. Everyone quietens.

“Well,of course not!” mark stats, laughing at what he probably considers a stupid question.
“A scarifce is made with blood. We drink her blood first and then enjoy her flesh." I interrupt, my voice deepening with disappointment.
"We don't have any fun with her?
That’s half the fun, brother.”