"Stay quiet or I will hurt you....bad"
The words they were or death spells, Genevieve was surely in the worst possible place ever.
"Your blood...it's irresistible"
She gasped to the way his tongue ran over the split wound with blood oozing out of it...
Jimin didn’t quite understand why the girl kept clinging to him, face pressed into his back with arms wrapped around his torso and hands resting against his chest.
The moment he got up to walk out of the place she instantly leaped after him and held him close in the same posture as before.
The two never exchanged a word.
Jimin kept walking forth with the girl clung to him. He didn’t tell her to get off of him. Why?
He didn’t even know but one thing he knew was he didn’t even want to get her hands off of him.
On the other hand, Genevieve still shook with fear, a little creak or squeak was enough to make her jolt. The only safe place she found was the cannibal she was clinging to.
It was past midnight as he walked back to his house. Everything was quiet, quiet as the silence itself.
Probably they were all sleeping after a satisfying full stomach. Jimin found the opportunity good enough to sneak the girl back into his room without getting caught.
He walked forth into the corridor and heard a squeak of the wheelchair right from the room on the left.
“Sneaky” the old groggy voice boomed from down the hallway.
Jimin grabbed onto the girl’s hand and yanked her forth pulling her in front of himself, he hauled her inside his jacket keeping a hand pressed to her bare back while he pulled the jacket shut to hide her. He didn’t want to get caught for sneaking the girl into his room since that would bring his father right up to his door with his sickening axe again.
The same old corpse-like figure of his grandfather laying limp in the wheelchair stared at the boy.
“Fuck off bastard.” Jimin cursed at the old man and walked down the hallway hiding the girl from the old man’s eyes yet he forgot to get rid of the blood-dripping stiletto in his hand.
“Strange” growled the old figure pulling his wheelchair out of the scene.
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Jimin locked the window pit twisting a metallic wire on the pit to seal it. He didn’t utter a word all this time. Genevieve peered to him with so many questions wandering in her head.
Why is he not bursting out on me?
Why isn’t he saying anything?
He should be mad at me, why isn’t he mad at me?
Is he going to put me back in the dungeons?
Is he going to punish me like that?
Or he is going to let his family kill me too or he will hand me over to them himself?
The thoughts only made her more restless. Jimin turned around and looked up at the girl who was holding her torn dress from falling off of her body while she looked totally disconnected from the present.
It was then he remembered how he had seen on that little device of his, how humans act towards each other. But, he’s not a human then why should he?
Shaking the thoughts off of his mind. He took the worn-out jacket off of his body and grabbed the girl sliding it onto her.
Genevieve gave off a soft gasp, she peered forth to the cannibal who zipped the jacket up after sliding her arms through it.
Why is he being nice to me? Is it perhaps he is curious to know something?
His orbs darted towards hers making chills lick Genevieve’s spine and she felt goosebumps kiss her existence.
Jimin stayed quiet and only pulled the girl to the bed. Spooning her into his embrace he mimicked her actions from before. Wrapping an arm around her waist while pressing his face to the back of her neck, he copied her actions.
He was curious of course, he wanted to know what was this feeling that cruised through his existence over such actions.
And there he found again. It was like the feeling he always got while watching the quiet waves rippling over the surface of river waters.
Or how the waterfall always flowed so smoothly and birds chirped. How the leaves swayed and flowers murmured to each other while the quiet boy sat there to wash the blood off of his existence, purifying himself of the sins he did every day.
Jimin felt his eyes close on their own with a relaxing feeling engulfing his existence, the soft faint scent of coconut titillated his nostrils as he breathed in the girl’s scent. It was so new, so different to him and he liked it.
“Thank you” Murmured Genevieve quietly making the boy peel open his heavy eyes.
“Hm?” Jimin hummed questionably hearing the new word to which she stayed quiet.
“What does that mean?”
“When you feel grateful for someone’s generosity, you say thank you.” She explained.
Jimin felt satisfied after she fed into his curiosity, he hummed closing his eyes again snuggling closer.
“Sleep” He murmured quietly already slipping away in the sleep land. Genevieve then realized how much her muscles were sore from the tiredness.
The feeling of being safe with him let her relax slowly and she followed him into the same dreamland forgetting about all the chaos around her. Even if temporarily.
