Stalker ; Never Ending Story

B : Who Are You

"Taehyung?"

I called. 

"Hm?"

He sood up and walked towards me.

I see him clearer as he got out from the dark living room to the bright hallway.

I got a clearer look at him and realised he wasn't holding a book. 

He smiled to me softly.

Then, his soft sweet smile disappeared as he smirked and looked at me in a very disturbing way.

"Here." He handed me what he was holding.

It was polaroid pictures.

"You said I take very great photograph. Do you like it?" He asked.

I started looking through the pictures.

There were pictures of Jinnie in this house. 

She's been here before?

Then, Jinnie's picture started showing more skin that it was really weird for me to continue.

"I don't want to see them." I handed them back to him.

"Look at them-" 

I cut him. "No!"

"LOOK AT THEM!" His voice suddenly groaned in pure anger.

I did what he said.

They were pictures of other women in the woods.

The shots were a close-up.

Same with Jinnie, those women started to reveal more and more of their skin until they were naked.

Somehow, they all looked as if they were ready for the picture.

They tried different poses with different facial expression.

All of them looked as if they were willing to be captured.

Then, the photos started to get intense when those girls started to look sad as they cried.

Traces of red lines and bruises were painted here and there on their body.

Some of them were even tied up in different positions.

The pictures then captured their skin being tore apart as blood and gore rushed and flowed out from their body.

Their faces seemed cold as if they have trouble breathing and some seemed already dead.

Dates and notes were scribbled on those pictures but I don't understand at all.

I stoppped and dropped all the pictures on the floor. I couldn't take it anymore.

My head was feeling dizzy and my tummy feels like throwing my guts out.

I looked at Taehyung but he wasn't there. 

He's not infront of me anymore.

Fuck.