(Jimin's POV)

It takes me a while, but I finally manage to restrain her down on the bed; her hands and legs, tied down down by rope.

I am too drunk for this...

"HELP! HELP! PLEASE SOMEBODY, HELP ME!"

"Shut up..."

"HELP!!"

Shut her up.

Hmm.

I rip off a piece of the bed cloth and crunch it up into a ball. Leaning forward down to her face, I take a moment to observe.

Making eye contact with her is impossible, her glassy eyes keep shifting from place to place; stealing only a quick glace or two at the most. I move the matted curls away from her face to analyse better. Unsurprisingly, shes far from my ideal victim and she doesn't even have any features that stand out.

Though for someone with acne filled skin and a forehead caked in dry blood, she's still mildly attractive...

Following the direction of her screams, I see that her teeth are broken or missing in some places and her lips are cut and raw.

I didn't do that...

Looks like she self-harms Jimin...

NO. You don't know that. This could be from anything.

If you say so...

As I was in my mental debate, I guess I stared with too much interest because a wave of saliva suddenly hits my face.

Snapped back into reality, I clench my eyes shut and reel my head to the side in disgust. I wipe the spit off slowly with the ball of bed cloth and turn back to the girl.

"Idiot." I hiss through gritted teeth.

Controlling myself, I take a deep breath as she continues screaming in my ear; conjuring up a lot of deadly emotions.

SHUT HER UP.

I grab her jaw with one hand and pull it open, with the other I stuff the ball of fabric into her mouth. This muffles out her screaming but the ringing in my ear doesn't stop.

She's annoying, but satisfactory... As long as she's pure.

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(Maya's POV)

Stalling. I need to keep stalling for time.

I twist and turn on the bed while justifying the nonsensical action as ''desperate times, call for desperate measures'. Yet, no matter how much I tug at the rope, it's held far too tightly to undo from my position. Regardless, I persist on, refusing to give up at the thought of more pain than I've already endured this day. Though, I know I am closer to the verge of acceptance than I appear.

A thought still lingers.

Will he let me go, If I let him have me?

~~~~~~~

Jimin walks over to one of the weapons sections and slides open the glass seal. Neatly presented inside, is a selection of small knives and large needles.

After teasingly hovering his hand over a few, he finally picks one. A small pocket knife: with a handle comprised of thin wafers of ebony wood and a magnificent blade that's no stranger to dirt nor blood - though it didn't show.

There's also an inscription on it's side, something custom-made and personalised; something meaningful to it's owner...

Alas, it is more than efficient.

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(Jimins POV)

"Perfect" I whisper to myself.

I turn around only to be taken back by two bold eyes attentively staring back at me. They watch my every move, almost as if they know what's going to happen next. As if they are re-watching a movie they watched a hundred times.

This girl is odd.

Odd?

Shaking the thought off and fixing my posture, I walk towards the bed and grab the chair next to it. An urge to look away comes up on me as I sit down: I feel uncomfortable being watched with so much curiosity, or is it something else?

Maybe I'll go for the eyes first?

Shaking my head in laughter, I start talking again.

"Now before I begin, I will be kind enough to tell you why you're going to die today."

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