Sham of the Sea

Chapter 21

TW for blood, torture, rape, mindbreak, suicidal thoughts and more blood!

Everything was blurry, Y/N's sight fading in and out of focus. She had lost all feeling in her fingers, her brain the only thing aware of the hard word of the ship under her fingertips. The numbness helped, making her not notice the burn of her marred body anymore.

For another countless times these past few days, Y/N just wished to die already.

She blinked when someone moved in front of her, a voice belatedly filtering through her brain. She did not understand any words, just looking up at her own face weakly.

She was beautiful, this copy of Y/N. She had a beauty Y/N had not known she possessed, but it was nothing short of terrifying. This face, this gorgeous and pleasant face, it was nothing more than the mask of a twisted demon. It was cruel to look at.

"Can you hear me?"

Y/N nodded weakly at that, nearly losing to gravity when her head rolled around, letting her jaw pulse numbly with pain. She knew it hurt, she just did not feel it.

The perfect mirror of herself kneeled between her spread legs then, gently running her merciless hands down the expanse of once smooth skin that was now crisscrossed with crimson. They were shallow wounds, nothing too dramatic but they had still stung when she first got them.

"I want to destroy this place already... Make sure no one will ever touch you like this again that I was the last one at least if I could not be your first. But sadly, dear, Jennie-ssi said we might still need it. And the trauma, you know..."

Y/N had grown to hate this version of herself so much. She did still not know who they were, where they came from, or what their motivation was. But they were cruel and twisted, and Y/N loathed them.

Not even for what they had done to herself, no. She loathed them for Dahyun's agonised cries filling the cell block of the ship, for the absolute silence that sounded from Minji's place.

Y/N hated them for anything they ever did to her friends because she was finally aware. Those were her friends. Compared to these people, they were the best friends she ever had.

"Why not kill me already?" Y/N mumble hopeless.

The other Y/N was grinning at that, slowly running her devious fingers over every single cut, every single drop of blood on Y/N's body.

They disappeared at that. Every injury, every little scrap, all gone.

Y/N had not understood at first just how she had not understood their presence. But those demons or whatever they were, they hurt them and then they healed them again.

It was the only thing keeping Y/N sane. The nagging feeling that these people, being themselves, could not truly hurt them or else they would feel it too.

It was all an illusion, every bit of pain but Y/N's brain got not tired of believing it, of sending panic and anxiety coursing through her body.

She was sick of it. She just wanted to see Jennie.

The other Y/N placed a gentle peck on Y/N's cheek. "How far can we wreck you? What do you think? Will seeing the heart of your beloved being eaten be enough? How about a public execution? I don't think Dahyun knows it's all a lie."

Y/N did not know of their motivation, but she also did not truly need it. They were cruel and ruthless and their ways of messing with their brains even worse.