Between The Lines | Ghost x Reader x König

Chapter 17 : Ice Cream

"Yes, my love. Just hold it like that, and when you stab it right here," My father points to the most deadly spot around the neck and says, "Then you twist the knife." He gripped my hand then demonstrated how to twirl the knife.

"If you don't have enough strength or time, just continue to stab it deeper, then quickly take the knife away so the blood will flow." Before he releases my hand, he gives my temple a kiss. "Now try it yourself."

I chewed my lower lip while staring at the dead man strapped to a chair in front of me. His eyes were wide and fixed on the ceiling. He must have suffered a painful, slow death.

I can't help but shudder as I glance down at the knife I'm holding in both hands. "Don't think about it. It's either you or your enemy, your choice."

"But he's dead." I try to look around to see my dad, but he keeps my head turned towards the dead. "Never take your eyes away from your enemy. Go and try, then we will buy ice cream."

I scrunched my face at the mention of ice cream. It seems so wrong, yet the ice cream feels right.

My father forbids me from eating the ice cream that I've been craving for the past two weeks. And with my mother away on mission, I have no one to turn to.

Rio won't help me because he's my father's right-hand man. He only listens to him, not me.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, then exhale slowly but rather harshly. Feeling anxious but mostly afraid.

Then I open them and place the knife in the area he showed me before. The sharp tip of the knife makes contact with the skin. My hands start shaking again. "Dad.."

"Go on," he encourages.

"Dad.. I.."

"Vanilla ice cream, love."

Before I have chance to consider any longer, I close my eyes and swiftly stab it. I can feel the tip beginning to penetrate the flesh.

Before I could release my hands because it start to feels overwhelming, my father gripped my hands to keep them there. Afterward, he presses them farther, "Open your eyes."

I shake my head in response. I can feel my heart rate increasing. My sense becomes hyper-aware of my surroundings.

"Open your fucking eyes, (Y/N)." His voice got deeper, carrying a threatening tone.

I open my eyes at the warning; they're starting to water. "Open your fucking eyes and see." He repeats then moves his other free hand to keep my head from looking away and make it face the scene going. "See how the job is done."

With his other hand still holding my hand, he began to twist the knife. Holding my hands tighter. It's starting to hurt, and I can't help but let out a whimper. "Dad.. It hurts.."

"Quiet."

A tear rolls down my left eye. And my father notices because then he tightens his hold on my hands even more.

A blood splatter on my hands, but he won't stop before the knife goes all the way in.

He eventually releases them after he's pleased, and then he gets to his feet. I shivered when the chilly basement air struck my back, which is now exposed because my father had just gotten up from his position engulfing me just moments ago.

"Such a useless child, if only I had a son instead of a daughter." He lets out a huff of frustration before he walks away. "Pull out the knife and clean it. After you're done, bring it upstairs, and you got your ice cream."

With that, he stepped out of the basement. And in exchange, Rio comes inside to watch me do the work.

I could only cry in silence. I don't dare to let a sound, or else I can't eat the ice cream after.

With still trembling hands and now soaked-tear face, I try to pull the knife out, but it was so deep inside. My hands got all messy with the blood, and I vomited at some point a few times because I couldn't bear the smell of it.

Rio only watches from aside; he takes note of how I do all the work. He always was.