Foul Play Is Better Kept Secret 🥀 || DISCONTINUED

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A/N : These "•••" dots indicate the change of scene as well as the change of POV. This is a suspense fic so I won't be using the POV style too often, So best of luck guessing who is who and doing what 😈🙃😂

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I look at you hundred times a day,

If this is love, It is limitless.

If you just ask, I'll give you my life,

If you just say, I'll destroy myself.

(Come and see how) I end my breaths for you.

(I will) Die in this love.

(I will) Do whatever you say.

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One Year Ago

Footsteps echoed throughout the long hallways of the magnificent five star hotel. He walked with a seductive gait - hips swaying ever so slightly and posture straight and confident. He was wearing overall black clothing - a black long coat with a black top underneath, black jeans and black long shoes. However, the small bag dangling in his arms was a bright shade of red - blood red.

It was almost midnight, people of London were either asleep or roaming around the streets. Most of the teenagers were in their rooms, wasting away their time on their mobile phones. The hotel was quite peaceful though. No people, No crowd, No noise.

Just him.

He smirked as He arrived at one of the hotel rooms and opened the door easily, realizing that It was already unlocked. How stupid this person might be.

He went in quietly and opened his bag, taking out a small liquid filled bottle and a syringe. He smirked with a crazy glint in his eyes before filling the syringe with the liquid. He then dropped his bag on the table carelessly and went further into the room.

A young girl of about 24 was sitting on a chair, listening to music with her eyes closed and ears covered with a headphone. He wanted to laugh at her stupidity but decided against it. He walked towards her with the same confident gait and stood behind her.

Suddenly, The girl opened her eyes, finally realizing that there was someone else besides her in this room. As soon as she looked behind her, He stabbed her neck with the liquid filled syringe. The girl's scream got stuck in her throat as Her eyes rolled back and She fell unconscious.

He smirked and took out duct tape from his bag, and tore it apart - a sinister smile remained on his face the whole time.

After a few minutes, He was sitting on the same chair that girl was sitting on, facing her wardrobe and dressing table. The girl was taped to the wardrobe, hanging an inch or two above the ground. He had an evil look in his eyes as He watched the girl waking up slowly, the syringe still stuck deep in her throat.

She opened her eyes and after looking around, She tried to scream - but couldn't, as her mouth was covered with duct tape. He rolled his eyes before walking over to her and tearing the tape away.

"Please Let me go! I've not done anything to you." She started to shout instantly.

"Shhh!" He whispered, shushing her with his finger.

"Beautiful Eyes." He said, caressing her face. "But dirty vision." His eyes turned deadly again.

He trailed his hands down her body before taking her hand in his own. "Soft hands." He caressed her hand gently before tightening his grip and pulling at her fingers, until he heard a popping sound. "But bad intentions." He said maliciously, breaking her fingers one by one.