Book 2: Seven Demon's Hearts

Episode 7: Insanity

Episode 7: I n s a n i t y

A light faded back and forth and it felt like the world was skimming through the passages of day and night.

It wasn't a light bulb. No, it was more intense. A haunting flicker. Candlelight?

Wait a second, where was I?

"Ugh," a groan slipped my mouth as my body swayed back to consciousness. It felt like a ton of bricks fell down right on my head and knocked me out. Nothing felt worse, not even that time where I was hungover after drinking that bartender's special concoction. And I honestly thought I was going to die that day too.

But this was just plain horrible. My brain felt so much more dense and thick like it was suspended in a bowl of gel. Was this how the aftermath of a spell felt like?

The smell of sage attacked my nose as soon as my vision adjusted clearly to the dimly lit room. Although I was still feeling groggy, like I was under some kind of drug, my emotions still peaked through. That's when the rush of adrenaline and anxiety hit me both at the same time.

"No!" I screamed, squirming around with panic when I realized my body was tightly strapped onto a hard concrete bed. My blurry vision wasn't helpful, but I could at least make out what was happening to my arms. In my limited field of view, I saw red seeping out of my veins, suckling out from a thin tube and into two bowls, one for each arm.

Cold sweat danced around my neck as I twisted my neck around, trying to register my surroundings and also somehow break free of the tight straps holding me down. 

This was the dungeon room below the mansion. Okay. Check, good job Hanul. You got that figured out. Now for the second part. What the hell was I doing here?!

"The more you move, the faster the blood rushes out." Namjoon's voice echoed in the room. And right then, I saw him walk up to the side of the bed, swirl my blood around in the bowl and look down at me.

"You fucking traitor." I spat, clenching down on my jaw. The memories of our last moment together finally clicked with me. Namjoon was responsible for this. "I can't believe you'd do this to me!"

"Don't hate me too much now. I don't really enjoy this method either. In fact, it took me a long time to contemplate whether it was the right thing to do." He leaned closer to me with a grin dancing across his face. I couldn't even stand to see him and turned my face away. But, it was a futile try. He roughly grabbed my chin and forced me to look into his purple eyes. They were mad, crazy and full of wrath.

"I told you. No matter what it takes, I'll achieve what V wants in the end."

I scoffed, ridiculing him. I mean, would he seriously stop and think for a minute. "You really think V would want this? Wait until he finds out what you're doing to me. I don't even want to guess what's going to happen."

"Oh, trust me, he won't find out. And by the time he gets what he wants, he'll be too busy in hell to pay you any thought. You don't know what my brother wants. It's not you. It's never been you. All that's on his mind is how he can reclaim the throne, and I will do anything to have him sit on it." Namjoon smirked with motivation. "That's my version of justice."

"Justice?!" I yelled. Was he even aware of what kind of methods he was using? "How is killing me going to bring anyone justice? You're just plain twisted!"

"It's not murder, it's a sacrifice. That's the only way V will make it to Abbadon quickly. Be honored your pathetic life is serving a purpose. And do not tempt my Wrath any longer. It's been decided."