𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧 | Vmin

𝟐. 𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐫

Jimin flinched back his whole body felt shivered by the loud roar that brought him back to this grievous reality he was embracing that was in the face of a hideous monster, the realization started hammering his head as he looked around him, he was standing in the scarlet river surrounded by the corpses of the people he always wished to be dead but never in this brutal way because as much as he hate to admit but according to his tender heart he can never ever intend to harm anyone at least never to this extent,

the death they died was the death no one deserves to die even the people who had snatched the souls of the lively people and the happiness of the happiest yet they didn't deserve to be the next meal of this man who searched their bloodied corpses like they were mere toys to play

the monstrous man loomed over the bloodied corpses strewn across the cold muddy ground, his grotesque appearance sent shivers down Jimin's spine as he watched in a mix of horror and curiosity about what the man really intended to do accomplish by searching these lifeless creatures Jimin watched his long hands, caked with filth and dried blood, searched for corpses with an eerie determination

After what seemed like an eternity, the monstrous man's eyes fixated on Joe's belt, smeared with crimson stains, his deformed fingers clenched tightly around the leather, causing apprehension to swell within Jimin, he had seen enough to understand that any action against this predator could have dire consequences, the monstrous man's attention then turned towards Jimin, a sense of terror consumed in the blond boy as he remained frozen, knowing that provoking the beast would only further jeopardize his own life, with an internal struggle, Jimin forced himself to submit, allowing the man to approach and take hold of his hands.

The touch of the monstrous man's rough, calloused skin against Jimin's soft flesh sent a ripple of goosebumps cascading down his arms, a chilling sensation washed over him, a visceral reminder of the precariousness of his situation. With methodical precision, the man skillfully looped Joe's belt around Jimin's wrists, securing them tightly, the leather bit into Jimin's skin, causing him to wince in pain, he felt as if he were in the clutches of a cold-hearted beast, and every instinct screamed at him to run, to fight, to resist, but he knew that would only lead to his demise, he had learned from the experience of his prey life to never provoke the predator.

Released from the man's grasp, Jimin felt both trapped and vulnerable, he locked eyes with Jimin, his gaze filled with a silent threat the piercing intensity of the monstrous man's gaze, combined with a menacing growl, a low, guttural sound that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end warned him against any attempt to escape, a very clear message any attempt to escape would be met with brutal force. Fear gripped his every thought, urging him to comply with the creature's demands.

Turning away from Jimin, the monstrous man returned his attention to the lifeless bodies scattered across the forest, with uncanny expertise, he began meticulously binding the corpses in their tattered clothing, the ease with which he manipulated the limp forms portrayed a dreadful routine, suggesting that this macabre task was all too familiar to him.

Like a grim puppeteer, the monstrous man effortlessly maneuvered the now-bound bodies, effortlessly dragging them across the ground, the weight of these lifeless forms seemed inconsequential to him, mere feathers compared to his brute strength, with his other hand, he tugged on the end of the belt securely fastened around Jimin's wrists, commanding him to move and he followed his bloodied footsteps defeatedly not finding the courage in him go against this beastly killer, his hands bound and his heart heavy with dread

The night air was thick with the stench of death and decay as the monstrous man dragged the bodies of Joe's companions through the depths of the forest, Jimin stumbled and trudged behind, his heart pounding in his chest as he struggled to keep up with the relentless pace set by his captor, the rough bark of the trees scraped against his skin, leaving him bruised and battered, but he didn't dare protest