The Dark Book | One-Shots

2.3 Hide & Seek

"Let go of me!", Jimin yelled as he struggled to free himself from the seeker's tight grip.

But it was no use, his entire body was dragged backwards, closer to danger.

His sweaty palms squeaked as they glided over the wooden floor, his injured waist sending waves of pain through his body.

The position was painful but Jimin was afraid of the other pain he was about to receive.

But it was his fault, he had hid in the same spot again.

He was told the rules, he was informed not to choose the same place.

Was he the one to blame?

The seeker dragged Jimin closer until his torso was between both of his feet, holding him tightly in place.

There was no way for Jimin to escape, the seeker had trapped him with his ankles narrowly on both sides of his waist.

Jimin watched in horror while the tall man bent fowards, raising his hand which held the cleaver knife.

The stranger's other hand found its way on Jimin's throat, pressing his head flat against the floor.

His hands were quick to react and he immediately held onto the tall man's arm, trying to free himself from his hold.

Jimin began choking as the grip around his neck tightened, fighting to fill his lungs with air.

His wide eyes were following the deadly line of the sharp material.

The seeker leaned in closer, a wide smile formed on his face before he exhaled deeply.

"Play by the rules or die", the seeker whispered.

Next he swung the knife down into Jimin's body, shoving it deeply into his stomach.

Jimin could only gasp as the pain struck him, he could feel his body alarm him about the nearing death, wanting to shut itself down due to the overwhelming pain.

He couldn't take it, he couldn't endure it.

The knife was large, the wound even larger. His entire body froze as he tried to cope with the unbearable pain.

His small hands went loose and both of his arms dropped to his sides, his eyes falling to the ceiling.

He then coughed and quickly turned his head to the side, feeling a string of blood bursting out through his parted lips.

His chest was rising and falling heavily, his breaths becoming sharper by the passing second.

Could this be his end?

A warm tear managed to escape his one eye before more tears joined, he closed his eyes and accepted his upcoming fate.

He was dying, a slow and painful death.

Suddenly he felt another sharp pain crossing his body to which Jimin hissed. The seeker was pulling out the knife.

Once the cleaver knife was removed from the cut flesh, a great amount of blood streamed out from Jimin's body.

The seeker slowly withdrew himself from the trembling body. His body kept still as he stood above Jimin, watching him suffer from his previous second strike.

The red liquid began painting Jimin's clothes before it created a small puddle around his body.

Jimin remarked the tall man's silence, not allowing himself to stare back at him.

He was still afraid and didn't know what else awaited him, so he kept his eyes shut.

His heartbeat increased, he didn't wish to die.