15shadesofred-

❝....lets play a game,

                          a game of risk,

                                   my knife is the paint brush,

                                               ..the canvas- -your wrist ❞

Jiyong muttered his chant as he spun the tip of his knife over his index finger, the smoke from his cigarette filled the room like sand in a snow storm; he made his steps closer to the woman who had her arms tied tightly behind her back, laying on the floor like the pathetic creature she is.

“P-please..” she coughed out with teary eyes, “..p-please let me go” she begged, like it was actually going to make a difference. He chuckled and crouched over her frail body, lifting her chin up with the end of his blade. Her face looked dirty, the sweat from her head made her bangs stick to her forehead ad she smelt strongly of rat droppings from lying against the dirty floor.. “Disgusting” he hissed from under his breath. The woman only cried louder and begged more, which-unluckily for her, made Jiyong want to kill her even faster.

“Hmm…” the killer stood up and tapped his chin, still keeping his gaze on the woman, “I should rid of you quickly, don’t you agree?” She bit on her bottom lip hard and shook her head, “N-no..” she replied, pleasing with her eyes. He let out a loud, twisted laugh and bend down to her height again, tilting his head to the side slightly; “ You look tired dear, I should put you to sleep” he pressed the knife hard against the crook of her neck—but not hard enough to break skin. The tears streamed down her face even faster than before, for once this isn’t the kind of attention the prestigious beauty queen wanted, “no.. I-I.. don’t want to” she blurted out- dry from the crying. Jiyong leaned over and whispered into her ear; “But I want you too” as he said that he moved the knife away from her neck area and pierced it quickly into her side, his lips at the sight of the sparkling, red blood pouring from her side. The woman let out a loud shriek and squeezed her hands into balls—her dirty, chipped nails pressing against her pale skin.

❝....ooh, red is a pretty color, isn't it?❞