My very first kill.
A single patch of light, a warm caress against exposed skin on top of her neck and face, sent shivers down her spine. It was an unsettling reminder of an unknown presence lurking in the surprisingly cool place, perhaps a window or some other form of warmth. It was a basement or cellar, a chilling abyss designed to preserve, even in the scorching inferno.
Her heart raced as she cautiously tested her bonds, fearing any sudden movements that could attract unwanted attention. The suffocating grip of the thick and scratchy rope constricted her, sending shivers down her spine as it mercilessly dug into her delicate flesh, tormenting her with a heightened sensitivity to every inch of her body that it cruelly embraced. Bound wrists, constricted throat, immobilized ankles, all trapped in a terrifying entanglement of what she feared to be fragmented limbs.
Whoever tied her, their actions shrouded in darkness, as she lay helpless and unaware - unconscious. In that, her fists were rendered immobile, trapping her in a state of forced docility, leaving her no room to maneuver and escape. Terrified, she was rendered powerless as the relentless rope constricted around her throat, making it impossible to break free with a single bite or unravel the suffocating square knot.
She desperately struggled to suppress her trembling breath, fearing that any sound would betray her presence and invite imminent danger. In the eerie silence, she strained her ears but could hear nothing beyond the chirpings of crickets.
She took a trembling breath, filled with dread, and desperately tried to free herself from the suffocating bonds. Nostrils quivered on the inhale and she felt a surge of terror rise up. The basement idea sent shivers down her spine, as she desperately clung to it in her mind, while her heart raced and her wrists strained against the tight coils of rope, hoping to find any chance of escape. She gasped for air, her heart pounding, as she desperately rubbed her wrists together in a frantic frenzy. Somewhere in the room loomed the suffocating stench of smoke, filling the air with a foreboding presence. It wasn't far, but it was chillingly fresh.
Though she reluctantly stilled her desperate escape attempt and strained her ears, an eerie silence engulfed her, sending shivers down her spine. It was fresh, but that didn't mean someone wasn't lurking nearby, ready to pounce.
After what felt like an eternity of futile wriggles and desperate shifting, she came to the horrifying realization that there was absolutely no way, in this moment, for her to break free from the suffocating confines of her binds. Tears cascaded down her face, drenching her trembling cheeks, as she lay there in utter despair. Her sobs echoed through the room, a desperate plea for mercy, as she begged and pleaded with the unknown captor, her heart pounding in terror.
She exhaled, but a shiver ran down her spine as the stress of the situation clung to her like a suffocating fog, making her skin crawl. "It's fine," she whispered to herself, her voice trembling in the eerie silence.
"Is it?" A chilling metallic flick pierced the air, sending shivers down my spine, followed by the ominous sound of a flame crackling nearby. The chilling voice lingered ominously in the unnerving proximity, just barely out of reach, preventing her from discerning their presence, despite their sinister presence that had undoubtedly loomed in the room all along.
"It will be."
A wry laugh echoed through the air and struck her with a jolt of terror.
She felt a sinister sneer tug at her lips and she didn't fight it down. "You must feel exceptionally proud of yourself, capturing a drunken woman and tying them up while they're unconscious."
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My Psycho Master (G!P)
Fanfiction!!WARNING!! A sinister tale that is unsafe for some and rife with smut. Jennie Ruby Jane Kim, the daughter of a multi billionaire businessman in Seoul. While the world saw her as a poised and elegant heiress, Jennie had a hidden alter ego. She has a...
