The Black Dahlia | BTS 🔞

" Go to sleep now baby girl..."

Trigger warning – sexual violence, physical violence, death (well, at this point you know what you got into, I think)

Ultraviolet – Freya Ridings

The black Audi parked in front of the nightclub. The neon sign was turned off and it was impossible to tell this place would be crazy packed during the night, only the best of the best being able to get in. Or the entourage of the man sitting by her side.

The driver opened their door, the winter cold biting her cheeks. The ride was quiet, Dahlia looking through the window while Jimin looked at her. She could feel his gaze on her skin as he looked at her hair, her neck, her legs or her face. No words exchanged until they finally got out of the car.

-             After you...

Dahlia simply said, walking beside him as he passed the nightclub door. Without the black lights, she could see how long the corridor actually was and that all the writings on the wall were hand painted. As they got up the second floor, she recognized the barman from last night cleaning up his workstation on the second floor bar. He seemed tired, as if he never left last night, which was probably the case. But, when he saw her pass with his boss, he slowly raised an eyebrow and finally smiled at her. Well... It was a smile in his criteria. She simply nodded at him as a salutation and continued her way to the third floor, still by the owner's side.

The third floor was a private part, she guessed it was for the richer clients, or the close entourage of the owner. On the east side, there were private booths with curtains closing for some privacy. The west side had glass walls to soundproof it from the dancefloor, a small independent stage standing. Behind the stage was a tv screen, and some tables and opened booths were all facing to the stage. At the other extremity, a pedestal with sofas and in the middle, a velvet throne. This time, she guessed it was for the man beside her, and only him. The "god's throne".

They went in the east direction, to the third booth. The mauve curtains were closed, but she could already smell the scent of blood mixed with alcohol. Finding an empty table by the balustrade, she put down her coat and bags, trading it to put her hair in a low bun and slip on some nylon gloves.

-             You better stay back from the scene; we don't want your DNA near it.

She ordered her client severely. With one hand, she opened the curtain on the scene of the crime. There laid two girls. One alive, blonde and semi-sleeping on the bench beside the other one. Her corpse. They looked around seventeen or eighteen years old. The sight was absolutely horrifying, but the worst was that nothing appeared on her face. Complete emptiness. Her heart broke for the poor girls, but never she would let anyone see it. See that she had any weaknesses. And after a while in this business, you kind of get use to it.

The blonde one suddenly opened her eyes as the light invaded the space, still groggy. Her makeup had run down her cheeks from crying and blood had dried along her inner thighs. What use to be a dress was now a mini skirt and a crop top, completely torn up.

-             You left her there?

Dahlia simply asked, detached from the situation.

-             We figured we needed to leave the scene as untouched as possible...

-             Good call.

She didn't even look at him or flinched, still exanimating the scene before her. Seeing the shivers on the victim skin, she leaned on to take a man's coat still laying there and put it on her shoulders. The poor girl was literally shaking, her eyes filled with fear. She was lost and couldn't understand what was going on around her. They both looked the dead body beside the blonde. With a small squeeze on her shoulder, Dahlia made her understand that everything was going to be alright. That she was here to take care of her.