Cannibal: BTS ff

Part 12

Jungkook's pov

The door bangs open and the woman walks in again, this time dragging someone in with her. She smirks at my startled expression, her cherry red lips twitching slightly. Something isn't right. She doesn't seem like herself, even if I don't necessarily know her that well as of right now. Something is definitely wrong though. I can tell by the way her eyes are unnaturally enlarged, them unfocused and her gaze wavering.

"Oops. I forgot that this room was already occupied" she says rather airily, giggling afterwards. My eyes gravitate towards the new guy, taking in his ashen face and trembling limbs. She catches my gaze and chuckles, her hair falling into her face as she laughs.

"You're lucky I found this guy wandering around outside, or this would have been you."

My eyes widen as she throws him to the ground at my feet, him groaning at the impact. That's when I notice that his clothes are covered in blood. Her hands are covered as well. There are splatters of the dark substance on her pants as well as her face, her feet leaving bloody footprints as she walks towards him.

"N-no. What are you doing to him?"

My voice is weak and shaky, my muscles tensing as I watch her kneel down on the ground next to his petrified form. I can't seem to look away at all. Even when she opens her mouth, my eyes and body are both frozen in shock. I flinch when she bites into his arm, my body jolting as of it was me that she was biting into and not the guy laying in front of me.

I can smell the blood before I see it coming out, the thick scent clogging up my throat and making it almost impossible to breathe. The metallic tang of it feels like it is choking me, my eyes watering as I look at the scene unfolding in front of me. I can see the dark substance as it streams down the victim's arm and onto the cold floor below her, his choking sobs reaching my ears.

I nearly throw up when the sound of tearing flesh reaches my ears. She rears up and away from the guy as the wound gushes out blood, a noticeable hole in his arm. His blood is thick around her lips as she chews noisily, blood dripping down from her mouth and onto her chin. I gulp harshly as she makes eye contact with me, slowly licking off the blood that is on her long fingers.

She doesn't say anything, simply smiling at me as she reaches for him again. Her teeth are stained red, the sound of splintering bones hitting my ears as his screams fill the room. I won't look at him again, I can't. I can only stare ahead of me as he pleads for help. I jump when his hands latch around my ankles, the tears I had been holding back sliding down my cheeks. I nearly sob when I feel some of his blood as it splatters across my face, some dripping down and onto my trembling lips. Why is she doing this is front of me? Why is she doing this in the first place?

The most disgusting sound I have ever heard in my life makes me clench my eyes shut, my heart beating so fast that it feels as if it will come to a stop. He isn't screaming anymore. His hold on my ankles loosens until I can no longer feel him holding onto me at all, the room growing silent. That's when she starts laughing. The sound sends shivers down my spine, my whole body going numb in fear. She is deranged, absolutely insane.

I can't move. I can't even breathe. I can't do anything at all except cry as she devours whatever is left of the guy laying dead in front of my feet, my head bowed in remorse as well as in fear.