𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 | Vmin

𝟐. 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫

He stole a terrified glance at the man who had taken him captive, he was a hulking figure, his muscles bulging beneath his bloodstained torn clothes, his face was twisted into a grotesque mask of fury, and his eyes gleamed with a glint of madness that sent shivers down Jimin's spine, but what truly terrified him was the way the man moved with a sense of ease and familiarity as he tied up the bodies of Joe's friends as if he had done it countless times before.

Each step felt like a death march, and with every passing moment, he wondered if this would be the end of him, was he only saved from the initial attack to suffer a fate even more gruesome and cruel? Was the universe only teasing him by giving a sense of relief and then shoving him back into the fire he was burning as long as he can remember like he was punished for a sin he never committed, perhaps for the sin he will commit in the near future?

The forest seemed to close in around him, the darkness pressing in from all sides, the only sound was the dragging of the bodies and the heavy footfalls of the monstrous man, Jimin's mind raced with fear and uncertainty, his thoughts consumed by the grim possibility of the danger and suffering that he has to face and the question rises at the back of his head again how long? How long till he has to drown in this ocean of fear and choke in pain dying thousand deaths every day but never being touched by the real as though he was abandoned by death too

A silent tear rolls down his face as he follows the lines of his fate leading towards the destiny that most definitely holds the ugliness, his grip around the little loosened, the ships of his faith sink deep beneath the ocean of despair while he follows the ashes of his peace attempting the funeral of freedom burying it deep in the mud of this cursed forest.

After what felt like an eternity of silent walking, Jimin's eyes landed on an old, decrepit wooden house nestled amidst the thicket, its dilapidated appearance sent chills down his spine, the haunted vibes emitted from the house were enough to make anyone's skin crawl, the warped porch boards creaked with each step, as if to warn those who dared approach

Jimin's heart pounded in his chest as he cautiously trailed behind the man, the ominous atmosphere surrounding them was suffocating, sending shivers down his spine, dark shadows loomed around the haunting house, and the moon's pale glow barely penetrated the dense fog that hung in the air

As Jimin and the man arrived before the house's entrance, a spine-chilling silence enveloped them, and Jimin thought how many screams had echoed in this place to summon this silence. The man callously dragged the lifeless bodies to the front, leaving them strewn outside the weathered door like discarded toys, it was a grim sight, a grotesque display that sent a wave of unease crashing through Jimin's frail frame.

Without a word, the monstrous man motioned for Jimin to follow him inside yet with another growl, fear consumed Jimin who flinched at the sharp sound piercing through the killing silence rendering him unable to resist, every fiber of his being screamed for him to flee, to escape this nightmarish scenario, but the man's towering presence and the unknown horrors lurking within the house compelled Jimin to submit, to obediently follow the man's lead.

As the door creaked open, Jimin's senses were bombarded by an overwhelming wave of repugnant stench, the vile odor of blood mixed with decomposing flesh assaulted his nostrils, threatening to overwhelm his resolve, his stomach churned, and he fought the urge to retch at the gruesome sight that lay before him.

The inside of the house was a nightmare come to life. Everywhere he looked, he saw blood and flesh, the remnants of the horrors that had taken place in this place, the stench of death and decay filled his nostrils, and he fought to keep himself from throwing up

Bloodstains marred every surface, painting a macabre picture of horror, flesh and body parts were haphazardly scattered, as if some deranged artist had created a grotesque masterpiece. Shadows danced ominously on the walls, their movements mirroring the twisted dance of death that had taken place within these walls. The interior of the house tells the story of the family that used to live there until this monster took over this place and destroyed every memory of them along this place