Chaeyoung.
"My pure, sweet, Chaeyoung, wake up." I softly caressed her cheek and waited for her to heed my call. "Wake up, darling. You must see the surprise I have for you."
She looked terrified as soon as she opened her eyes and realized that she couldn't freely move her limbs as her hands and feet are bound together by cable ties. The more she wriggle herself out of it, the more it dug into her skin and created red, painful marks around her wrists. Jimin sighed at the sight of the shaken girl. He was disappointed. "I thought we were friends, Chaeyoung. Why do you want to leave?"
She forcefully shut her eyes closed, holding her breath, as Jimin's hand made contact with her cheek. He didn't like the way she was behaving and it pissed him off so he grabbed the chair where she was tied to, dragging it forward to where he kept another body on the flat table. "Open your eyes."
She breathed heavily through the cloth that was tied around her mouth, her eyes still closed despite what Jimin told her. He grabbed her face and placed his mouth next to her ear, "If you don't, I'll kill your whole family. Do you want that, hm?"
Chaeyoung couldn't remove the image from her mind so she had no other choice but to do as he says. Tears welled up around her eyes as her shoulders shake from sobbing. Jimin's face was right in front of her, his hand still holding her chin up then he smiled, "Good girl. You're going to do what I say from now on."
"And now for my final present." Jimin walked towards the table and clutched the hem of the drape before pulling it off in a grand gesture, revealing a woman dressed in the same red dress. Her eyes are open but blank as she stared into the ceiling. "I have her an injection so she's paralyzed from the head down. It's not anesthetic. She's not asleep and she can feel everything. It's just something I like to do to keep them from moving around. I don't really like a messy work place, you know.."
He viewed her face, her hair dark brown dangling from the table, "She's now in a state where she doesn't have control of her own body but she can still feel pain and remember everything that I'm about to do to her." Jimin smiled while his finger skimmed the side of her face. "The beauty of science. It's funny though because it can either save lives or end them."
"Well, everyone's got to die at some point, right?" Jimin looked at Chaeyoung. "Don't worry. I'll save you for last." He says and then walks to a nearby drawer. Jimin took something out of it.
He laid the thing that was wrapped in a black leather on the table beside Chaeyoung and unfolded it, displaying a set of instruments in various shapes and sizes. Chaeyoung was not even sure what those things are for but she kept her eyes open. His hands hover over each one as if he was deciding which one is more suitable for and finally, his hands stops over a small blade and attached it to slim stainless handle. Jimin picked it up in a vice grip and brought it close to his face, smiling as he inspected it. He wedged the scalpel between his thumb and index with his middle finger supporting it, just like how you would hold a pen.
"Let's see, I'll need a retractor too." Jimin spoke to himself and went to get something from the drawer again. This time it was small and looked like a tweezer with weird edges.
All the instruments are next to him neatly arranged on a metal tray for easy access. He rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows and donned a pair of gloves, "I'm very happy you're here, Chaeyoung. You know, I don't really have friends to share my hobbies with."
