THE UNEXPECTED KILLER [G!P]

Chapter 21

Becky's pov.

Once I broke out of my little reverie, I let out a shaky breath, trying to get my brain to shake off the perturbation and focus on the next question to ask.

"Your.....your victims were all females. Park Yunjin, the youngest was 18 and Kim taeha, the oldest was 39. Was there a specific pattern you liked to follow?"

Freen kept silent, like the frail breeze that blows before the storm hits; turning her gaze away towards the plain white ceiling, choosing to stare at the most random of spots.

"Did they remind you of someone specifically, why these women?" I stressed to Freen. "Why women?"

Suddenly, Freen's terror-brewing stare met mine, tongue darting out to lick her chapped lips. As much as I hated admitting it, I couldn't help but find my gaze discreetly lingering over the small action.

"Women are easy."

I looked up at Freen, brows furrowed. "Excuse me?"

Freen shrugged nonchalantly, "Women are easy. Gullible. Desperate. You don't even have to lay out a bait, they'll throw themselves at an attractive, mysterious person carelessly." Freen's lips, then, sported a vain smirk.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I fell silent. "They didn't know who you were. What you were. They were innocent." My voice came out a broken whisper, juxtaposing the harsh grit I'd quietly expected them to possess.

"Is that so?"

Freen's tone dripped with arsenic, as if it had been smeared in gallons and gallons of acrimony. So I decided on not replying, lest I should be poisoned.

"Open the drawer on your right Rebecca."

I blinked, disarmed, "Why?"

"Because it's where I keep my knives."

My grip around the red button stiffened. The part of my brain that distinguished whim from reality seemed to malfunction for a small second, chilling my entire stance. But when, I weighed Freen's words with the leverage of reality; realization and relief were quick to flood my system.

Freen's just trying to screw with your mind. Focus and get a grip on yourself.

I glimpsed at Freen once, at her maddening grin, then turned to my right. And indeed, there was a drawer in the desk. With wary hands, I pulled the compartment open. I looked at the contents of the drawer, then back at Freen Chankimha's face. The look in her eyes said it all.

Freen. You bastard. You scheming asshole.

It was just bundles of paper, racks of plain white envelopes to be specific.

"Do you know what those are Rebecca?"

I shook my head in negation, still miffed.

"Fan mails."

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A/N: guys the reason I write short chapters for this book is because I feel like longer chapters are boring but short chapters give you the curiosity you need and it will be fun once the whole book is done. And also if I write longer chapters I might not be able to give double or triple updates. Vote? Comment? Follow? See yaa <3