2005
East London
The whole city of Stoke Newhington was in shivers after they found people brutally killed and thrown near the dumping yards.
No one ever wished to move out of their residence after 9:20pm .
And who ever dared to wander around aft...
warning :- this chapter does not contain slasher contain but has torture details .
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●Chapter 7● 'EVIDENCES'
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The lady constable grabbed my hand trying to drag me towards the torture room
"N-no " i cried
"S-show me the evidence" I said while breathing heavily .
The lady looked at the officer and he gestured her to stop her actions and leave me
"Ok "Mr. Hoseok , she bowed and went a side
The officer's smug look changed into a dark one
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"You want evidence huh"? The officer said while holding my cheeks together with a single hand.
Aaaaa!! I screamed as it hurted.
"Luther bring the laptop and file" He yelled at the man
O-ok Mr. Hoseok The man went to grab the evidences . He switched on the laptop and opened up the files while my heart started banging at the ribcage . He pointed the cursor towards the file's icon named "Ethen Altair and Mark M. "
He clicked on the file , causing my lips to be packed in a thin line ..
It was a video He played it
The video indicated a smooky dark street with dim lights. Everything was going normal under the night filled under the jars of moonlights but then a figure in black hoodie pooped into the frame . My eyes were stuck on what the figure was doing .
The figure that was probably a man or women stood there and then there was a sudden sound of cutting something fleshy ,the same noise that comes in the shop of butcher . I palmed my mouth feeling the anxiousness .
Finally the thing he was cutting also popped up into the frame . It was a body of person better to say a dead body . I wiped the sweat on my forehead noticing the figure digging it's knife in his chest mercilessly He poked the knife inside the head again . I just wanted to stop the things that i was looking at but i had no other choice.
