"Careful, I scratch and bite." Her face inches from his, patiently waiting for him to give in.
But, he doesn't give in, not yet. He takes one step closer and bends down to whisper in her ear, "you'll beg and crawl too.... I promise."
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Shards of glasses
Crushed pieces offood
Tables in disarray
Curtains all torn
And
Finally
Blood
Everywhere
In every corner
Splashed
Covered
At a distance
Two bodies lying
Blood oozing from one's stomach
One's head almost severed from the body, attached only with a little skin near the neck.
"Dad" a voice timid, laced with fear. "Mom".
No answer.
"Mom,..... dad." Crying, screaming but no response.
Sound of a door opening. There on the opposite side of the door, in the darkness stood a man in black suit, black tie, hands covered in red substance. Dripping drop by drop making the white floor crimson in color.
He looks up, his gaze falling on the little kid at the other side.
He lifts his hands, takes out something shiny metallic from the insides of his jacket.
Stretches his arm
And then
Bam.
RM wakes up all sweaty and breathless. He sits up, brushing the sweat off his forehead. This is nothing new. Those scenes are a regular thing now with a little change in the details, of course. It has happened for a very long time that now it doesn't scare him anymore. Pieces of past that still comes to haunt him at times, sometimes it's his horrible deeds formed as a nightmare, sometime it's about his terrible childhood. His Therapist once told him it's all in his mind, once he let's go of the past, it'll go away but he can't. He himself doesn't know why he can't, why he can't let those memories just fade away from his mind.
But as he turns his head, his gaze falls on the peaceful sleeping face of the women who shot a man for him, who helped him forget about all the horrible things and gave him some delightful memories to hold onto. With her he doesn't have sleepless nights (sometimes sleepless but for completely different reasons), with her his mind is more calm. The voices that used to fill his head is now replaced with her beautiful face, her smile, her everything.
He gets out of the bed, pulls up his boxer briefs and silently goes out of the room, out in the balcony. He needs some fresh air and something to sooth his mind. Jisoo is sleeping which means,
