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"turn around, sweetheart."

i did as i was told.

i was too afraid to "defy" him in fear of what he might do.

he wrapped a blindfold over my eyes securely.

then, he picked me up and walked into another room.

he laid me down on a flat surface and tied my hands above my head before removing the blindfold.

i opened my eyes and was greeted with the sight of him holding a butcher knife.

"namjoon, what are you doing?" i gasped.

i struggled and screamed for help as tears started streaming down my cheeks.

"i'll be needing this now." he removed the surgical mask he previously put on me, and put it back on himself.

"pretend you're just receiving anesthetic,"

"except you'll never wake up from it."