Summary:
Here it is, the last of this series.
I just want to say thankyou to everyone who's been with me on this Journey, reading, commenting and supporting me.
It's been so much fun for me and I really hope it's been just as enjoyable for you too.
I'll write a bit more at the end of this chapter instead so, I'll see ya down there in a jiffy ~
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Morning comes yet, it feels like I'm lucid dreaming. Excitement and nerves mix together in the air as Jimin and Jungkook prepare to leave for their comeback schedule today. Their familiar smiles etch in my mind as they disappear down the stairs.
The day was upon us. For them, it's their long anticipated comeback. But, for me, it's a dangerous leap. One that can turn into a plunge at any given moment.
I swallow fear. Replace it with the image of the boys smiles. For them. As hard as I try, I can't escape the grip it holds my heart in.
His text comes. After breakfast and a shower the clock dictates I have an hour until Reira comes for me.
Is it too late to back out?
Can I still call the whole thing off?
No. Visions of the girl in the basement breaks into my mind, her brains painting the floor. It plagues me, won't leave me alone.
I don't know why but, I make my way down to the place she took her last breath. Perhaps it was to consolidate any last doubt I held. Or, perhaps it was to taunt myself. I don't know which.
The vast four underground concrete walls are still. Deadly, hauntingly silent. The chair she's sat in was gone. All that remains is a wooden table beside the right hand wall. Upon it is a knife.
A strange feeling nagged at me as I stare at the wooden hilt and the gleam of the silver blade. My thoughts swirl, I'm not one who can easily hide. I tie the knife pouch around my thigh under the light fabric of my white lace dress.
Times passes so I head out, making my way to a street around the corner. During our exchange of texts we'd decided to meet there to avoid suspicion or the chance of being seen.
As I open the door to the black Benz and slide across the leather seat beside Reira he smiles coyly. Bright blue eyes, dark blonde hair swept to the side. Loose black shirt and tight black jeans. A devil masked by such a handsome face.
"Hello precious," he leans in placing a soft kiss to my cheek. I easily fake a smile.
"So, what might we have planned for today?" I query, feigning delight. Locking my doubt, fear and dislike for him away. Putting on one hell of a show.
"That's a surprise. You'll find out soon enough my sweet." His answer only heightens caution in my senses. I'm walking in blind, the doors click auto lock as the car smoothly takes off.
Despite the light talks between us a heaviness weighs me down. I try to conceal my glimpses out the window, but, we pull down into the car park of his club.
Why can't I stop? I still have time to turn back…
Instead, I step out as Reira opens the car door for me.
He leads me to the double metal doors and pushes the button. His gaze lingering on me momentarily before the light ding of the elevators arrival pulls us to step in.
The elevator sinks underground and with it so does my insides. The doors slide open to reveal a dark grey blue concrete hall, the overhead lights ominously flicker.
What are you so afraid of?
Reira's eyes glint wickedly as he offers his arm for me to hold. I nimbly cling to it, one step at a time he carries me further into the darkness.
"They say it's difficult to kill someone, don't they?" Reira's voice slices through the silence.
"I wouldn't know." I say, bracing myself for what is to come. I am terrified.
Can't he feel me shaking?
"Of course you wouldn't, I can't imagine a delicate beauty like yourself doing such a thing," he chuckles, "But, it's the bodies. That's where you have to be clever, that's where a gentleman shows his skill."
I catch my breath and he comes to a halt. I peer up, following his gaze to a rusty metal door before us.
"I'm never cruel to any of them."
Beyond the scratched up glass panel imbedded in the door I'm able to see what lays behind it.
Metal chains collar two young girls to fixtures on the walls. But, the dirty and bloody state these girls are in… they're barely recognisable as human. Gaunt and hollow, like their souls had been sucked out. Empty eyes.
"If there's no body, there's no crime. But, I prefer to sell them."
My worst fears are realised.
He's a monster. Rotten to his core.
"Reira, why are you showing me this?" Shock catches me off guard.
"You want a reason to trust me. This is it." He turned to me, heavy gaze connecting with mine. I'm trapped, unable to look away.
"You're shaking. Are you scared?" I stay still as he slowly raises his hand, grazing my cheek with the back of his hand.
Was he even capable of worrying about me? Why was he acting like he cares?
"Sorry, I'm okay. I just, wasn't expecting for you to go this far… all for me." I closed my eyes and leaned into his touch. It repulses me and takes all the strength I have not to flinch.
"You're more than worth it. I'll show you that, now that you're mine."
No escape for the boys lay ahead.
Not unless Reira was dead.
I'd been dealt the joker hand. A fool for believing otherwise. The hope I held for finding evidence and getting him arrested was laughable. Bars wouldn't hold him back, after he gets released it won't stop. Ever.
I open my eyes, seeing the monster behind his handsome face for the first time. A world twisted, upside down.
"Come beautiful, don't want your innocence being corrupted by having to see this for too long."
Every step I take closer to his office, the deeper truth seeps in. Yet, this truth won't save me. It shackles me to fate.
He steps aside, door held open for me as I step in to the luxurious room. Dread sets in as I tilt to look back at Reira. In one soft yet dangerous movement he takes my hand in his, spinning me around, closing in. The desk bumps my behind, it cuts off any escape and leaves me pinned between him. Endlessly expanding solitude wraps me up.
"Reira" I breath.
Air between us disappears. I'm trapped. Reira claims my lips, ice runs in my veins. Paralysed by the fear of what will happen if I pull away.
"You're sweeter than anything I've ever tasted."
His hands ravish my hair, every moment of his tongue on mine draws on, a torturous eternity.
My mind blanks. Darkness. A faint light gleams, was this the only way out?
I reach to my thigh, slowly, cautiously, praying to god he doesn't notice. My fingers graze the hilt of the knife tucked in the strap around my thigh.
The handle I grip holds a slither of hope, my life is in my hands. Embrace the point of no return.
With adrenaline fuelled force I drive the blade into his chest, his ocean irises never saw it coming. He staggers back, breaths ragged as he stares apprehensively at the deep red blooming from where his heart is. Knife wedged in him.
"Who knew evils girls have the prettiest face. But, if I'm going, I'm taking you down to hell with me baby."
Time slows, desperation, his hand dives into his holster, a silver glints before a flash comes from the hollow of the barrel pointing directly at me. Hope slips out of my hands.
The crack deafens me, I clutch my head, mental freeze, brain gone numb, struggle seeing through half shut eyes.
His knees drop in the red pool of his life force that's spilling on the floor. The light fades from his eyes.
Red covers my hands. It's mine.
I'm weightless, slipping away.
Is this the end? I'm reminded of times I laughed innocently, but I can't move, can't get loose. Don't forget, don't forget, don't forget.
In this world someone else imagined,
a paradise of nothing I can change.
As vivid as I used to be,
please just remember me.
Notes:
Please do let me know how you feel about this ending, (•̩̥̀-̼•̩̥̀✿)
I thought long and hard about what I wanted to do for the sequel and,
I'm not sure if you guys can guess yet? If you can let me know..