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I hummed as I followed HER. She was wearing her school uniform, on her way to school. She had her IPod playing, so she couldn't hear me. She looked so normal, as if nothing had happened yesterday. As if she did nothing wrong.

I could hear the metal chains behind me, grinding on the concrete ground. I heard my blade scratching on the brick walls. It was still early in the morning, so nobody was out yet. Krysal Jung, you're so unlucky.

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I had her chained as I revealed my blade. I smiled as I saw her terrified, tear-stained face. "What are you d-doing?" She shuffled backwards. Her arms and legs were tied together.

I cackled. "What's meant to be done."

I pushed the blade sharp into her cheeks and made an 'x' on each of her cheek. The blood dripped off her face and onto the green grass. She screamed. A blood-curdling scream. But I just laughed.

Using the blade, I traced her face. She shivered and trembled. "Don't do this... please!"

I smiled. "Mi-" I threw the chain over a branch, "-an-" I pulled the chain using all my strength, "-hae." I watched as she turned purple.

She was tearing at the chain and kicking everywhere. She coughed and gasped for air. "Don't... do... this... please."

Her eyes became bloodshot and she spat out blood. I smiled. I looked at her neck, bleeding. There was a metal collar of sharps sticking into her flesh. She would've died anyways. The sharps would've punctured her windpipe. She would've bled to death. She would've drowned in her own blood. I grinned.

I tied the end of the chain to a large rock and looked at her. I watched her last movements die away. Her skin was purple. Her eyes were bloodshot and popped out of their sockets. was red with blood. Blood was dripping onto the green grass. I smiled at my well done job.

?????'s POV End

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(sigh) guys... just letting you know, no I am not some sick monster. I do not relish the thought of people being tortured to death. No, I have no grudge against Krystal-unnie. Yes, I know this wasn't scary enough. Yes, I will hopefully do better. Yes, I felt deep guilt as I wrote this.