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(Sehun's P.O.V.)

What?
Where...

The hell am I?

All I remember...
Is being pulled away from Baekhyun...
Being thrown onto the road...
And carried away...
With a blindfold covering my eyes, and a knife at the corner of my mouth.
That prevented me to scream and see.
The knife cut a pretty good bit into the right corner of my right lip.
I probably resemble the Joker now...
And I think...
I was knocked out by something.
Yeah, I must've been.
Because my head is throbbing from pain.
Even as I try to concentrate my eyes onto my surroundings, the splitting pain, just keeps on making me close them.
It hurts every time I open them up.
But, I have too.
I have to see where I've been taken.

I put in all my strength that's left, and open them up.
I look around, carefully turning my bruised head, and find myself...
Feeling like a puppet.

I'm in some sort of room.
With no windows.
Just one door.
It's wooden and ancient-looking.
Just like the rest of the room.
The walls look like stacks of firewood, that's been stuck together.
It's horrible, and old.
And if it wasn't for that lonely, 18th century chandelier on top of the ceiling, shining some kind of light, I would've felt like I was blind.
With no windows, that's my only light source, in this creepy room.
I look around some more, when I suddenly feel something dripping down the right side of my forehed, all the way down my cheek, and to the corner of my chin.
I think...
It's my blood.
I try to subconciously reach with arm, to get a feel of the sticky liquid, and to see if I really am bleeding.
And where I'm bleeding from.
But...
My arm is just not getting the signal that my brain is sending to it.
It's not reaching for my head, forehead, or even cheek so that it can wipe the blood away.
It just stays somewhere.
All numb, and unmoving.
I think I should concentrate on finding my arm.
I unconciously, wip my head up, and see what the problem is.
But first of all, I feel relief that's it's still there, and not on some platter, or something.
But...my relief just doesn't fight away the fear.
My arm is not the only thing I can't move.
I can't move my feet, waist...
Or even my neck.
That's because...
A snake like set of chains, is wrapped around me.
All around both my arms legs, waist and my neck is clamped down.
I slowly begin to realize the seriousness of my situation.
I'm like a puppet.
Strapped with chains, on a wall.
Unable to move anything but my head.

My heart realizes the fear it should be feeling, and the blood, finally starts to rush around my body, with thumps and streams.
It's beating so hard it hurts.
My breathing becomes jagged and more faster.
But, it's strained because of this metal thing around my neck.
I can't even swallow right with it.
It keeps my windpipe straight down, not allowing it to stretch, and give me the air I need.
I feel light-headed and slightly dizzy.
Probably because not only is my head bleeding from somewhere, but I'm also not getting enough oxygen, as it is.
I need to get.
Out.
I start to push my body around, trying to loosen up the chains somehow.
But, I'm just too weak, and these chains are wrapped too tightly around my body.
This isn't going to work.
I try to calm myself down, so that I don't hyperventilate.
Ok, Sehun.
Calm down.
Calm.
Down.
I take as deep a breath as I can.
And another.
And another.
And just as I'm about to feel the calmness come over me, I just come face to face with something that freezes me all the way to my core.
No more movement.
No more breathing.
Not while...
The Demon is in here.
That girl.
She's just unlocked the wooden door, and taken three steps into the room.
Funny, she doesn't look all that scary and dangerous.
Considering she killed three people already.
And is presumably holding me as her captive.
She has long, pink-dyed hair, and a set of beautifully dark, and enlarged eyes.
She is actually quite attractive.

Now, why doesn't that make me feel safer?
Oh yeah, because the more steps she takes toward me,

The scarier her smile gets.


And, there's one more little detail that is scaring me to death, as well.
She's holding a small carving knife.
And a pair of sewing needles, that have red threads around them.

Knife.
Sewing needles.
This can't possibly be good.

My muscles tense up, and all I can do, is prepare my body for the pain.

That I'm sure is coming.

"Sehunnie....I'm back!"

'Sehunnie'?
She sounds so sweet, and she looks so harmless, in her pretty white summer dress, that shows off her slender, small figure.
But, that knife in her hand, is a constant reminder of what she really is.
A Demon in Angel's clothing.

"I went to find the perfect materials, and decorations for our room...sorry I was late!"

Materials?
Our room?
"W-What...? What are y-you talking...about?"
My voice comes out in mere shakes and trembles.
I'll be suprised if she makes out what I've said.
She does.
She puts down the knife, sewing needles and...
Backpack, on the nearly cherry-wood table.
I just now noticed she had a backpack.
More trouble.

After she's done arranging everything all neatly on the table, she walks right up to my trembling, and bleeding figure, that's stuck on the wall.
I am face to face with her.

To say I'm scared, would be a huge understatement.

"Sehun....don't you remember me? Rose? Come on...I mean, I sent you all those letters, chocolates, and little gifts...almost everyday.
Don't you remember? How I said we were gonna live happily ever after in a beautiful rose house, and grow our beautiful roses together 'till the day we both die?"

Ok.
It is now clear to me, how psychologically damaged this girl really is.

But, I do remember all those letters, and gifts.
I also remember her name.
She would always sign her letters, with a pretty hand-drawn rose, that would eventually shape into her name.
Every morning.
Those gifts would be waiting for me, outside our dorm's door.

But, these last couple of days, they just completely stopped coming.
Is it because...
She was planning to actually fullfill all the dreams she made up about me and her?

She would always write about taking me away, and how we would live together in this pretty Rose Mansion, or something, and grow roses for life.
I just thought it was some innocent fan's dream.
I mean, a lot of fans, send letters like that.
When you love someone, it's ok to dream about being with them.
But, that's all they should be.
Dreams.
Especially when you're in love with a celebrity.

But, I just didn't realize that this one would actually...
Make her dreams a reality.
I think I should try reasoning with her, before this actually gets messy.

"Oh yeah...now I remember you....You were so in love with me. Is that why you took me?"

She chuckles, and she reaches up to cup my face in her delicate, little hands.
I gasp a little, but try to remain calm, and sane.
I don't want her to realize I'm just faking my kindness.

"Yes. Exactly. I told you we were gonna live together...didn't I? Forever, and ever...

We're destined to be one."

Destined?

Wait....

"If it was me you wanted all along...

Then, why did you kill those girls?
And why did you hurt my friends?"

She caused so much pain, and suffering, all for her psychotic love for me.
Does that mean this...

Is all my fault?

Mr. Dong's death?

The fan's murders?

Kyungsoo choking on needles?

Baekhyun's hand getting slashed?

My fault?

I let my collected tears flow down my cheeks.
I can't pretend anymore.
I don't feel safe.
I don't feel happy.
And I certainly don't feel in love.


With a chuckle, she uncups my face, and walks over to the table.
I see her messing around in her bag.
She takes out a thick, black marker.



"I won't dive into detail. Let's just say...they were in the way."

In the way?

And that's a reason to kill someone?

I shake my head, side to side, disgusted by the monster that's standing a couple meters away from me.
The tears are coming on hard, but I don't have the strength to let out sobs or screams.
I think I'm so traumatized, that even my voice is too scared to come out, and face this demon in front of me.
I just let my tears fall like a waterfall.
Onto the dirty, wooden floor of my prison room.

"Now...let's get to work. Remember when I said, that I carved a work of art onto my arm, so that I don't forget you? Well...I wasn't lying. And now it's your turn..."

Carved?
What?
I look away from my tear puddle, and turn to face the horror-driven girl.
She's pulled down the sleeve of her right arm.
To show me...

Her 'work of art'.

My name.

Carved, and sewn into her bony, red, forearm.


Did she really....

Hurt herself like that?

That's totally messed up.
That's more than messed up.
That's berserk.
I start to violently cough at the sight of...
Sewn Skin.
Blood.
Scars.
Her arm is just begging to get ripped right open, with those stitches.
I think I'm going to be sick.
I can already feel something with the taste of blood, crawling up my neck.
It might possibly be my heart.

Why would someone do that to themselves?

Luckily, my coughing stops after a couple minutes.
But, I feel the little bits of blood around my lips.
Thankfully, I didn't puke out an internal organ.
But, this girl gives no mercy to me.
As soon as I regain my breath, she strolls up to me, and grabs my right arm.
She stretches it, and holds it up , 'till it's as straight as a stick.
She opens up the marker's lid with her teeth, and then begins to write something on it.
I feel the cold tip of it, all the way through my veins.
That's the only thing I feel.

She takes large strokes and looks as if she's drawing something.
After a couple minutes, she turns my arm round, so that I can see what she did.

She wrote something.
Her signature, in big, curly handwriting.

With the rose that I'm used to seeing.

"There. And now here comes the fun part. The part that will ensure you won't forget my name....

Sewing it in."

WHAT?!
Oh no.
No.
No.
NO!

I start shaking my head, and screaming like I should have a long time ago.
I sound like a dying dog, but I don't care.

This girl is about to sew and carve her disgusting name into my arm!
While I'm awake!
But...she doesn't seem to care.
It's as if, she likes to hear me scream.

As if she enjoys my pain...
Like my pain, gives her power.

She just leisurely grabs the carving knife, from inside her pocket.

And with no natural feelings or remorse for my screaming, crying and tears,

She jams the small knife into the first letter of her name.

~ And I thought love was a beautiful thing... ~

Notes

All I can say is...poor Sehun. Our maknae has to stay strong...right? ...Annyeong.