The boys decided to spent a vacation at Gwangju's beach after hot exhausting days. Little did they knew that the mansion, where they were going to stay for their vacation was haunted.
The terrifying ghost-girl, who died years ago seem to make their...
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"You can't run away from me baby," he exhaled against her neck. She could feel his ugly smirk plastered on his lips. She couldn't help but shiver under his touch. He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his body against hers.
His fingers gently ran up and down her spine, coaxing shivers out of Minseo. Her heart was pounding thousand times in ten seconds not as if was sexually attracted to him but in fear. Her breathing ragged as his filthy hand touched her cheek. She was frozen to the spot, didn't dare move a muscle while his every move made her quiver with fear.
He slightly tugged on her bottom lip, with still that annoying smirk plastered on his lips.Not a second later his lips crashed on her's. He dug his nails on her cheek when he noticed she wasn't responding to his kiss. Not wanting to, she start moving her lips with his's in sync. Continuously he bit and tugged on her lips while kissing her.She knew he was doing that to tease her but it's not like she cared, she was too alarmed to notice anything around her or anything happening to her.
"Goodbye baby girl!" he seductively whispered in her ear.
The knife met her flesh, soft and pudgy, made a satisfying squish as the tip of the blade sank enough in her skin to make her scream. He grinned more listening to her moans which were music to his ear. With still smirk plastered on his lips, he twisted the blade in his hands, all the while sinking it deeper and deeper. Her skin was tearing shreds as the blade rotated, making her scream in agony every time. It didn't take her long to realize that a pool of blood have started oozing out of her lower abdomen.
He once again smirked and pulled the blade out of his almost-dead victim. She sank to her knees, continuing to scream, convulsing and trembling like a rabid animal. He chuckled looking at her pathetic state.
Click—the door was locked. Soon she heard the laughter of his and his gang fading away.
In the brilliance of moonlight the blood left Minseo's artery in violent jets of red. Blood gushed with sickening determination from her lower abdomen, as if her own heart sought to pump it for her body.
Her fingers calmed over the newly-made wound, she was going paler by every second. The scarlet blood lashed over the room, painting the scene in which she would be found dead which she never expected herself to be in this kind of situation.
The pain which had once burned like a fire seem to fade away to icy numbness. Her breathing came in ragged, shallow gasps. Seconds passed of her laying in her own pool of blood. The clock ticked; her time left was limited. Oxygen was slowly being ripped and snatched from her lungs. Every waking minute was pain to her. Every memory she made sent her screaming, dancing agonies across her vulnerable flesh.
She inhaled a trembling breath, sweat accumulating her skin: icy cold. Death was no where peaceful and beautiful as she had imagined before, with her stomach turing in on itself and eating away her at her insides, tearing away her tissues there, leaving her but a rendered flab of dying cells.
