𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐗 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐫𝐚𝐧 ✓

# : 𝟎𝟎𝟓

The fakest smile would have hidden the deepest secrets, one that she really didn't want being public. Walking down the hall she'd passed by people staring at her as if she'd admitted to committing a murder.

It's not the same looks she'd get ever so often, but it didn't phase her as much. (Name) only clutched onto her bag proceeding to exit the building.

" What the hell, what the hell.."

Her thoughts cluttered her mind as she stopped at the door leaning on the door. The achy sorrow was all she could do at the time.

Her heartbeat was already racing as is. Beating so fast she wouldn't be surprised if she croaked and died.

(Name) stopped sighing and continued on with the walk home. It was lonely as people passed by her she couldn't help feel a bit weirded out.

Even though people surrounded her, she felt alone and felt like she was feeling watched. (Name) couldn't help but wonder who was watching her.. it bothered her.

' Buzz..Buzz '

" Oh, Shit-" She stopped in the middle of the park as the gentle breeze caught up to her. Her hand dug inside of the bag as she reached for her phone.

Turning the phone on she saw her friend's name appear on the screen as she saw her text message.

' Nami '

' Nami '
" Hey, bestie! I wanted to ask you if you'd wanna come over? Me and Dori were about to watch a horror movie! "

She stopped as she read the message and simply replied a simple " Yeah of course!" She smiled as she kept walking along the path.

Although somebody wasn't happy about this, they couldn't allow anybody to take up (name)'s life interrupting their routine. It was a simple routine.

1. Watch (name) walk home..
2. Follow her home.
3. Take photos of her.
4. Watch her shower and take photos.
5. Grab her stuff while she showered.
6. Watch her sleep.
7. Leave.
8. Repeat.

It was a routine they'd followed daily, sometimes friends would be getting inside of their way. They couldn't allow that, so they might have sent ' some ' threats and exposed some secrets whenever they'd hang out with (name).

As she'd walk along the path she made a detour in her usual path home to her friend's house. Her steps were slow and simple as she'd walk.

Her steps were slow and simple as she walked, and as somebody followed. Ran knew the usual routes and houses that she'd take and he knew this wasn't the route to his girlfriend's house.

He knew this route since she'd visit the house often, he hadn't hated Nami, Nami actually helped him, without even knowing. Name would host sleepovers and party's where he'd usually get to see (Name) Change and sleep with others.

Even though he'd prefer her alone because he got to see her smile, which was the most precious thing he'd lane his eyes on. The joy he felt seeing her smile and watching her be at her best..

His heart pounded through his chest as he gripped onto his chest. The grip was firm and sturdy as he could feel himself getting more excited whenever he saw her.

Lust.. the sins he'd felt.. was particularly lust. Even though they were dating, he'd wanted you to himself.. to an extra extension.

More than just dating, he wanted her.

He wanted her hand in marriage, he wanted her to give birth to his kids. All of the above..

Whenever he watched her change, he'd place his hand over his crotch running his fingers over his dick through the thin layer of his sweatpants.

He could feel himself only getting more attracted to the site of her. ' She's so adorable..'

Lustful thoughts corrupted his mind as he could feel his pleasurable thoughts inches away from making it a reality.

But.. that's whenever he'd see Nami hosting sleepovers or parties. Otherwise, it wouldn't be in his fantasies.

He couldn't let this happen, he'd have to do something about it.. before (name) would get on the train to depart on the trip to her friend's house.

Ran got ready to sprint over to (name)'s friend's house to prevent the predicament from happening. He knew that the train ride would be 30 minutes and the walk would be 15 minutes since she didn't feel the need for walking. Which he knew.

He'd risk exhausting himself to give himself a reward later with (name)'s body.

But.. little did he know it'd be his demise..

Nami was getting harassed and bullied constantly being forced to host unnecessary sleepovers just so Ran would be able to see her strip naked. She eventually couldn't take the harassment and snitched to (name) exposing his plans and his obsessive love for her.

Which lead to their fighting and breakup, a few months later. Nami was labeled as missing and nobody found out what happened to her.

Expect after a year she was found, her body was hung underneath a bridge, Nami's body was limp and broken in all areas. Her body was bruised and broken, bones would be sticking out of her leg. Shatter into multiple pieces.

Her body was different from other cases though, Instead of a rope and an attempted faked suicide the killer used her intestine to wrap around her neck. Her body was drenched in blood as her intestine stuck out of her body as it hung her underneath the bridge.

Other organs spilled out, as her head hung low. Something unusual about the body was spotted by investigators. Bite and teeth mark sunk into the woman's skin as it was spotted that around the area of her breast duct bite marks were sunk around the duct.

Her jaw was shattered, morally smashed to pieces as the blood began to spur out even after death. But.. nobody found the killer..

People only made fun of the death or swept it underneath the rug. They called the killer a pervert and a weirdo.. which was obvious due to the Explicit and unique way of the death.

Her death was never avenged.. but only the three of them knew that they'd been connected together. The killer was obvious.. but nobody had made any remarks..

That's why nobody said anything...only if she'd been more careful, she could have prevented a death. (Name) shorthandedly took some of the blame because she'd been friends with her and felt bad..

Ran.. its.. him.. it's Ran.

(Name) remembered that traumatizing past PTSD she'd had, believing she'd end up like Nami. Dead.. or even worse, Alive but stripped of her freedom.

Her head hit the cold ground; it mentally replayed within her mind on loop. She'd been unconscious for 4 hours.. but she'd also remembered that past trauma.

(Name) began to pick her head up slowly, as she attempted to crawl her way around. Her voice weakened as she cried.

' help.., Help me.. please..'

She wanted to cry a whole river. Her movement was limited to a minimum probably half of what it was before. Everything spun out of control her vision, her mind.. everything.

Hope was lost, everything was lost. The will to live was slowly but surely draining itself out of her body. But.. she heard the shackles move.

The shackles began to move and turn as somebody came from a dark corner. Seems as if they were restricted aswell.

" (name).. Is.. that..- is that you.."

─ ( 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 )
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