Jiwon knelt slowly, her eyes glinting under the flickering light. The men's breath came in ragged gasps, their hands trembling as they struggled to meet her gaze. The darkness around them felt suffocating, but it was Jiwon's presence—calm, controlled, and terrifying—that truly paralyzed them. Her knife gleamed in the dim light, reflecting the fear in their eyes.
"Please..." One of them choked out, barely audible. His voice cracked, a pitiful attempt at mercy.
"P-please let us g-go..." The second one whimpered, his eyes wide, darting between Jiwon and the looming figure of Soohyun behind her.
Jiwon smiled, a slow, twisted grin that only deepened the pit of dread in their stomachs. She brought the blade close, just brushing the tip against the man's throat, letting the cold steel kiss his skin.
"I'm really hungry," she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence, as if she were talking about dinner instead of the lives that lay at her feet. "Should I enjoy something meaty?"
The man's breath hitched, and his entire body trembled. Jiwon trailed the knife down his neck, slowly, deliberately, dragging it just enough for the sharpness to scrape his skin but not cut—yet. His chest heaved, and he was unable to stop the shivering. She could hear the erratic rhythm of his heartbeat, each beat an unspoken plea.
"Baby..." Soohyun's voice cut through the tension, heavy with command. Jiwon paused, turning her head slightly, annoyance flashing in her eyes.
Behind them, the dull squeak of a trolley rolling across the floor echoed in the vast empty space. The man on the floor dared to glance up, only to see two beautiful women, their faces perfectly composed despite the hellish scene unfolding around them. Karina and Giselle. The realization hit him like a blow to the gut—these weren't just any women. These were celebrities, untouchable icons now revealed as puppets of the Blue Moon. His mind couldn't wrap around the impossibility of it.
"You brought my toys?" Jiwon asked, her tone playful yet filled with malice. She rose to her feet gracefully, her gaze locking onto the fresh tools laid out before her. The trolley gleamed under the light—a disturbing display of various instruments, each one more sinister than the last. Pliers, scalpels, ropes, and a large vat of liquid sat ominously at the end, its contents a mystery the men were too terrified to contemplate.
Soohyun gave a slight nod, his dark eyes never leaving Jiwon's figure. He stepped back, watching with quiet admiration as she selected a thin scalpel from the tray, twirling it between her fingers with the grace of a surgeon preparing for the most delicate of operations.
She crouched again, this time closer, her face inches from the man's. His eyes bulged in horror, his breath coming in short, panicked gasps. He could smell her perfume—sweet and intoxicating—a stark contrast to the suffocating fear that now gripped him.
"Let's play, shall we?" she whispered, her voice sending shivers down his spine. Her eyes bore into his, cold and unfeeling. She didn't need to raise her voice to be terrifying. Jiwon never did. The silence was her weapon, as sharp as any blade.
With a swift flick, she pressed the scalpel into his skin, just under his ribs. The cut was shallow, precise, but it was enough. The man's scream tore through the air, high-pitched and desperate. His entire body convulsed as pain flooded through him, his mind frantically trying to escape the hell he was now trapped in.
"Welcome to hell," Jiwon said softly, standing up as his scream echoed around the empty warehouse.
The lights flickered once, twice, before going out entirely. Darkness swallowed them, and only the sound of desperate, tortured screams filled the void.
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