His eyes burned against the outside air, and each intake of breath is like swallowing razors blades, all is eerily still seemingly frozen in time.
He could see his breath as it shimmered against the thin air wrapping and climbing upward before vanishing, the trees long dead with crooked, empty branches appeared to be shaking against the cold forest.
The faded sun light, clinging on and trying to overcome the surrounding darkness, the occasional glimmer of sunlight was nothing short of an ironic and cruel sight as it's warmth could not be felt, it's seemed to distance, it's hazy blue glow so utterly small and insignificant against the vast darkness.
The distance crunch of dry leaves could be heard behind him signifying the presence of another person, he tried to look to his back which goes in vain since he is body is tightly tied to the tree he can't even yell for help with his mouth plastered on, it's not like anyone going to hear him anyway.
He can only hear a crisp, sharp sound cutting through the dead silence before disappearing into oblivious with nothing but to return as an echo, it would have seemed as if he is the only one in the world, a world of cold, stillness, nothingness if only the growing sounds of footsteps doesn't exist, he can hear his heart beating faster, he can't compromise what's is happening, his mind isn't working but he knows it's nothing good.
He didn't thought today when he get out from his home his destination will be this 'where am I?" He thought for what feels like a million, since he woke from his slumber he was trying to remember how he even get in to This situation.
He can hear the foot steps closely, which means the person is probably five or so feet away from where he is, he waited, seconds feeling like ages to him.
When the person came Infront of him reviling him self, he blinking, who is this person, he thought it will be someone who have problem with him he doesn't even know this person, why did he kidnapped him and chained him in the forest , he try to speak with the plaster on his mouth voice came as muffled.
The person continued to stare at him with out moving or doing anything, the more the times goes the more he felt uneasy, he wiggled his body trying to get some reaction out of him.
After some minutes the person comes and pulled of the plaster from his mouth.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this? Who send you?" He asked questions one after another
The person can fell his anger rising up, he doesn't remember him after he did all of that on him he is living his life peaceful forgetting the life he ruined, how unfair this world is, he doesn't care tho if no one is going to give him justice he will get it him self, he slowly pulled out a knife from where he hid it and twerk it on his hand he started at it thinking about the things he can do to this body, he can fell the want the carving he had for his blood doubling each minutes, he slowly rise his gaze from the blade to the to the man eyes.
"W-what are you going to do, listen who ever paid you to do this I can give you double just please don't do anything"
Fear, he can see fear in the eyes that's what he wanted but it's not enough he want more, he want to see him getting terrified, begging for his life, regret what he did, he wants to see the helplessness in his eyes.
"Don't be scared" he muttered "I won't hurt you"
For any one this may seems like a reassurance but he knows how much secret, pain this word hold for him and a good realization for his victim and he is not wrong he can see the realization downing up on him, he can witness how his body begun to shake how his whole body scream fear, he finally remembered.
"Y-you" he stuttered
"Me"
It was him who killed minji a week ago, now it all makes sense.
"Why are you doing this, we were all child back then, isn't it to much, I am sorry for whatever I did but please stop this, this is not you, you were not like this"
His face hardened with every word his pray said, it's ironic how it's easy to hurt people with out even realizing how much pain you put that person in but in return that person is expected to understand and forgive you.
"Was, I was but not now, you are one of the person who is responsible for this, whether you were a child or not every action have a consequence yours is just will be a little bit hard" saying that he put the plaster back, he doesn't have any intention to talk with him more that he already had.
He seat Infront if him watching him struggling to get free, it's impossible for him to do so and it's fun watching how humans can be dumb when they are close to death.
This is getting boring, he gets up and squit Infront of him, he rolled up his pants and start to paint his pray favorite word in his body by the knife he had, the struggle the muffled cry of pain is like a music for his ear, he painted two different word in his leg and one in his stomach when he is done he looked up at the face of his victim socking in tears with pleading eyes that's filled with pain.
"You will stay in this forest remembering what you did to me day and night, you will be starved, hurt, tired but nobody will save you, you will die a painful death, slowly but gradually you will see your end until then remember everything you did to me and never forget you are responsible for the place you are right now" he said before leaving the person behind, he can hear the muffled voice that's slowly decreasing the more he walk.
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write it on blood (Jisol) (Discontinued)
Mystery / Thriller"why are you standing there in the dark" he let out with confusion but when the said person turned towards him the realization down upon him, it was him, it had always been him, with the new realization came a dreading feeling, he staggered a bit. "...
