Killer Cruise

Chapter 48

"TAEHYUNG!" I scream out, wriggling and writhing under the creepo. The weight of muscle and the stench of sweat is ripped away from me by none other than, Yoongi.

"Get up you idiot!" He yells at me before getting punched square in the jaw. Scrambling to my feet, I barely dodge past several people all throwing hands and getting violent, some trying to grab hold of me yet I slip past.

Taehyungs overboard, I need to lower the lifeboat and go get him, crap what if he can't swim! No, no, no.

I crash onto the barrier at the ships edge, my fingers going crazy as they try untangling the mess of ropes that held the life boats. Peering overboard, my heart stops, Taehyung is right there on the lifeboat, on his back, groaning in pain, but there.

He must've fallen out onto the boat, my fingers work at a faster pace to raise the life boat. The air beside my ear whistles, a knife lodges itself right onto the wooden beam, slitting the rope.

My hands desperately grapple for it, my upperbody hanging overboard as I grip onto the single rope preventing the lifeboat from spilling Taehyung out. Taehyung still seems to be in pain, laying on the floor with only slight movement.

"Well, well, isn't this a surprise," a feminine voice coos right into my ear, turning around I find none other than the killer, a twisted smile on her red painted lips.

"Why are you doing this," I grunt, trying my best to keep my grip on the rope, but it was still slowly slipping through my grasp.

The woman laughs lightly, as she whipped out another knife, this one sharper than the previous, she ran her finger along the flat end, admiring it.

"I need to teach my son how to behave properly as the next heir," she flicks the knife my way. I cringe away, shutting my eyes, bracing for it to tear my skin but instead I only hear her laughs. Opening my eyes again, I find a small lock of my hair in her hands.

"Really sharp isn't it?" She promotes her own knife, waving in in front of my face "what if I press it against your fingers, hm?"

She brought the knife closer to my arm.

"Atlas doesn't want this, he doesn't want any of it, how is killing people discipling him, it's only showing him exactly why he shouldn't be part of whatever you want him to inherit," I spat out, the weight of the life boat beginning to strain my shoulders, numbing my arms, the rope leaving my palms raw.

"You've got some mouth, huh. He's my son and he will do as I advise. I suggest you wisen up if you don't want pretty boy down there to fall," the flat side of the blade tapped against my arm "I hear waters reach below 15⁰C, I wonder how long he can survive in that,"

Her knife spun in her hold, she reaches out, ready to hit the rope beneath my palms, my eyes widen in panic as I scream at her, practically begging her to stop and she does, laughing at me.

"Please... don't," I beg once more, her knife still less than an inch away from the rope.

She rolls her eyes, leaning closer to my ear, a bead of sweat trickles down neck, seconds morph into hours.

Her expression softens, wiping away a fake tear "It's really touching I must say, how you both rely on each other, desperately holding onto the shreds of what keep each other humane, even now," she continually skims over my arm with the knife, enough to leave light scratches but still yet to draw blood "I hate it."

Her knife slowly travels up my arm, going all the way to my neck "want to know a secret, why I made it a rule for people to never walk alone?"

I shake my head, resulting in her laughing once more.