The living room, once a sanctuary of warmth and comfort, was now a macabre stage. Its familiar contours were distorted under the harsh glare of a single, naked bulb dangling precariously from a frayed wire. The room was a graveyard of overturned furniture, scattered remnants of a desperate struggle. In the center of this chaos, a tableau of terror was enacted.
Bound and gagged, jae won and hanul were prisoners in their own home. Their wrists, raw and red, were secured tightly to the wooden arms of their dining chairs, their ankles similarly restrained. The ropes, coarse and rough, bit into their flesh, each pulse a throb of agony. Their eyes, wide with fear and disbelief, darted around the room, searching for an escape, a flicker of hope.
Jaewon, a tall man with broad shoulders, was slumped in his chair, His face is now a mask of terror. His breathing was shallow, ragged, hanul, petite woman was a statue of frozen horror. Her eyes , were now dull pools of despair. Her lips, trembling slightly, were parted in a silent scream.
A cold sweat slicked their bodies, a constant, icy companion. Their clothes, once symbols of normalcy, were now drenched in the clammy residue of fear. The once-familiar scent of their home was overpowered by the acrid tang of fear and the metallic hint of blood. Their minds raced, a chaotic symphony of terror, each tick of the clock a hammer blow on their sanity.
The silence in the room was deafening, punctuated only by the soft scrape of the ropes against their skin and the erratic thump of their hearts. It was a silence that screamed of violence, of impending doom. The couple was trapped in a living nightmare, their world reduced to the confines of this room, their fate hanging by a thread as fragile as their hope.
Killer pov
"Shush" I whispered while watching In amusement, I never saw this match fear in their eyes it's so entertaining
"Why are you doing this, after all this time why are you doing this?" The person he once thought would be his solace in this world asked
"For you years may have passed but for me it didn't, I am still their in that rotten place, a place that silenced my voice, over looked My pain"
I heard many times that Time Heals everything But for me it is a lie,it merely buries the pain, blanketing it with dirt and rubbles and stain, A fragile layer of cover, that will not stay forever One little reminder
and the gaping wound is exposed, i still remember what my companion said once
'Time doesn't heal you, you do And if you do not, the pain snuggling comfortably in its makeshift grave
shall one day claw its way out like an escaping slave, greedy for the first chance to freedom And the darkness shall eat you from the inside out,
painting crimson on your grasses and clouds' but he was mistake of One thing the beast in me doesn't wanna heal he wants revenge and one way or another he will gate it
"We said we are sorry, we didn't know what we did had hurt you that much at that time" I stared at them in anger how could they say they didn't not know, after all the begging he did to listen to him to believe him
"Too late" the smirk slowly rising up on my face I can feel their fear growing making my inside excited
"I will give one of you a chance with in five minutes the person person to agree to kill the other will live to see tomorrow" i didn't even have to wait for 3 seconds before she shouted she will do it, a smile grow on my face, humans, they are such a predictable creatures, no matter how much they said they love one another at the face of death they will always choose them selves even if it meant destroying the one they said they will protect and cherish forever, I know that, I experienced that first hand anyway
"Okay" I went towards her to free her hand, the yelling voice of her husband immediately following me
"What the hell, what do you mean you will do it, do you really think he will let you live after this don't be a fool" he yelled only to be meet with a silence from his so called wife, by that time I am already finished untieing her, I moved a few feet away after I put a knife in her hand, she stayed where she was staring at it
"Now get up and follow every order I gave you" she nodded slowly getting up
"Don't listen to him please, you know he is lying to you, please don't do this I am begging you" I can see tears forming in his, that's then I realized he truly love this woman, the betrayal, fear and on top of all the little hope can be seen sworming in his eyes, oww this getting more fun
"Now I want you to go and make 3 big cut in any part of his body you desire, I want the cut to be as big as you can, your performance will dectate your survival so think about it" I continue staring wondering if she will have the gut to do so, and she didn't disappoint after a minute there a big cut in his hand and both of his leg, blood gushing out of it and she standing there holding the knife and shaking like a leaf
"You bitch, I will kill you, how could you do this too me you useless human, you freak fuck you, I will kill both of you, fucking pathetic freak if you have the gut fight me like a man" he trash around cursing and glaring at both of us
"Go on finish him" she stared at me, then him again me while he trashed around begging cursing, trashing and doing everything he can before she stubbed him near his heart ending his suffering, she let go the knife before retreating back, it took her a moment to collect her self
"Can I go now" she mumbled while shecking so bad
"Of course" she start to slowly drag her body towards the door and in that moment I picked up the knife she throw before following her
"Kim hanul" she turned towards me to only meet the knife deep in her stomach
"The one who won't hesitate to kill their family like this doesn't deserve to live, you should have listened to your husband" I stared down at her bleeding figure before I decided my work here is finished, I took one, two, three steps and with a few seconds I am out of the house and on the street
The rain poured raintlessly, the cold air enveloping me send a shiver down my spine
"The sky is crying one's more" I mumbled I didn't feel disdain nor affection for the weather just familiarity
Four dead more to go
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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. "...
