[✓] Don't Look | JISUNG

⤫ | Defeated Dread

Chapter 4

Jisung had no idea what she found so funny. But she kept scrolling on her phone and chuckling to herself. And for reasons, obvious, he didn't want to know. He would think a psychopath as such would only find disturbing things as funny as she was finding whatever.

Jisung felt like there was a sword hanging above his head. His life endangered at any moment by the girl who sat across from him, feet propped up against his lap. Much to her dark and cold attire her socks were fuzzy and soft. He didn't have much of an explanation except the fact that maybe her brain was wired as such. 

He didn't care. All he was doing was waiting for one of the police officers to notice that something had gone wrong. He was just waiting for the detective to burst through the door so that Yeorin could get caught red handed. 

And he felt a glimmer of hope when he heard the doorbell ring. Yeorin sat up, a frown on her face. She looked back at him, an annoyed glare directed at him. 

Yeorin: If I hear a single sound from you... I'll kill you. 

She said before getting up and leaving the bed room. He was left alone in silence for a while, just the fire cackling in the fire place, filling into the peace. He shuffled in his tied spot, trying to move the chair even a little to make noise. 

Jisung finally managed to move it a little but a sense of dread hit him as he saw that the chair was on the carpet. There was noise going to come unless he knocked something over. But his legs were tied to the legs of the chair and his hands and torso were bounded to the backrest of the chair. 

Tears filled his eyes for probably the nth time that night. He mentally scolded himself for his clumsiness and stupid curiousness. If he only hadn't peeked in that house that fateful night...

Jisung's odds were horrible in that moment. He considered letting out a muffled shout but his throat was closing again. He felt like Yeorin was choking him again. He was alone, crying and stuck in a house with a psychopath serial killer and he was feeling like his last moments to death were playing out. 

He didn't eve-

The door opened and Yeorin brought in his telescope kit. She dropped it on the bed softly enough and then turned to him, scoffing.

Yeorin: Your mom sent it saying you forgot to pack it. What a loving mother you have Jisung... almost makes me guilty for putting you up for death. 

She chuckled before doubling back in laughter.

Yeorin: Yeah no... I don't feel guilty one bit. Maybe I should send your eyes to your mom as a return gift.

Jisung's eyes widened as he tried his best to lean away from the girl but was again met with the harsh reality that he couldn't move. In his vulnerability she was the monster who controlled him.