With blood-soaked hands, Taehyung swept away the dark blonde hair obscuring his view.
Screams echoed off the stone walls of the damp, candlelit basement. Unfortunately, for the helpless woman, she would not be heard. It wasn't just her screams that Taehyung could hear, but all the women that had cried and begged for their lives over the years.
A nod to his partner gave the go ahead to begin. In the past hour, they had already raped, cut and maimed her, but now came their grand finale.
Taehyung glanced over at the camera, making sure it was still in the optimum position to capture their home video as Jimin trailed the cold knife up the woman's thigh. The pain captured her attention, and he watched as he sliced deeply into the woman's skin and allowed her blood to drip into a glass jar.
Taehyung moved closer to the unclothed woman that was bound by her hands and feet to the slab of concrete. His smooth, tanned skin - splattered in red stains from face to chest - was visible through his open robe. His friend wore the same attire, his torso littered with scars given to him many years ago that now resembled the skin of a crocodile, but Taehyung's chest bore no marks.
They were simply hidden from view.
Frantic eyes looked up to him, searching for some kind of reason as to why this was happening. Taehyung unsympathetically stared back as she whimpered, begging for him to spare her. There was little he could do. The past twenty-four hours were a blur to her. For only the night before, she was sipping cocktails, enjoying her weekend.
She just so happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
Picking up the camera, Taehyung positioned himself next to her head, delicately tracing his finger over her lips, gathering a small amount of the crimson liquid still leaking from her skin. 'Don't be afraid. Your afterlife shall be filled with all the riches and joys for your sacrifice today.'
The woman's worn out voice trembled as she relentlessly pleaded, 'Please. Please, don't kill me. I'll do anything. I'll act as if this never happened. Please.'
Taehyung smiled as he ran his finger over his tongue. 'But you taste so sweet, darling.'
Holding her head in place, he ensured her face filled the lens, whilst Jimin placed the large knife across her neck. Still gripping her hair, he stepped to one side as she began to gag through her hysterical cries.
Taehyung knew through experience that she was going to vomit out of pure fear.
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