Not really sure where I wanted to go with this story. Watched an interesting horror movie and got this idea. I guess this chapter's more of an experiment, I don't know, but imma try.

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"Where am I?" She thought to herself. She could hear the sound of metal running against metal. She lifted her head up and peered into the other room. And there she saw him, a man, no older than she, sharpening a knife. Fear ran through her head as she panicked, she screamed. Or at least she tried to, her mouth was taped shut.

However it was enough to alert him. He turned around glaring at her causing her to panick even more. Struggling against the restraints on her hands and feet, she backed up against the wall.

"P-Please let me go! I promise I'll never tell! I never saw your face!" She closed her eyes with that final line. But she quickly reopened them at the sound of her phone ringing. He showed it to her, there it wrote the caller's name "mom."

He smirked, answering the phone. She desperately called out for her mother, trying with her burst of hope to alert her mom and save herself. However, as it would seem her voices didn't go through and her chances of escaping disappeared. He ended the call, shoving the phone back into his pocket. He walked over to her, knife in hand.

Nayeon squirmed backing away as far as possible. He crouched down in front of her, placing down his knife. He grabbed a notebook and quickly wrote something.

"Can you... promise to do as you're told? Then I'll take off the tape."

She quickly nodded her head, as he set down his note, softly removing the tape off her mouth. He quickly wrote again.

"Sorry... hurt me if you want."

He grabbed his knife placing it right next to her hands. She panicked, flinching a little. She looked at the knife and back up at him. Shaking her head from side to side refusing to. She saw the smile that crept up on his face. She felt relieved that she made the right choice, playing his game right.

"You're different... you're pretty."

She looked a bit shocked, who knew he would've been into things like this. Killers didn't really have standards except for letting virgins live.

"Really...? You think so?" She softly asked. All she received was a nod.

"Then could you let me go...?" He laughed, scaring her yet it made her feel somewhat happy. It felt nice... maybe she could make it out of this alive.

He shook his head. He wrote something again showing it to her.

"Why would I do that? You'd call the police the second you leave. You really think I would believe you?"

"I-I promise I won't. I swear on my life." She declared. She awaited his writing, but instead... he spoke.

"Well... I don't care much about your life. Just as you never cared much about mine. Isn't that right... Nayeon?" Her eyes widened at the sound of her name.

"H-How do you know my name?" She asked, afraid now more than ever.

"You're so cruel... you even forgot about me. Well, you didn't forget me when you were having your fun. You loved it so much, using me to your benefits." Her mind was racing, her head hurt.

"W-Who are you?! Please just tell me!" She shouted becoming frustrated.

"You tell me... who am I? Who was I? Try to remember." She took a second, but when could she have ever met a guy like him. There's no way.

"I am! And I can't!" She shouted at him. She held her head in pain trying her best to remember him.

"Why don't we play a game...?" He grabbed his knife back causing her to flinch. Slamming it into the center between them. He spun it in a circular motion.

"Each time it lands on me, I will reveal one hint about me. If it lands on you, you will cut off one finger. We'll play ten rounds, if you can guess who I am before then, then you win. I'll let you go. However you only get three guesses."

"That's not fair... there's no way I'm going to cut off my own fingers."

"I'll do it if you want. It'll be cleaner." He stated, causing her to refuse even further.

"No, I won't play your game." She said, closing her eyes and waiting for whatever's to come.

"Fine... no fingers. Instead you will reveal one mistake you've done each time it lands on you." She nodded her head in agreement. And so the game began, he spun the knife as it spun and spun. It slowly landed on him, causing him to smirk.

"Unlucky like always. First hint, you and I know each other very well. We go way back, back to the beginning."

"What? What kind of hint is that. Do you know how many people I know. I can't simply remember you like that." He shrugged.

"Trust me... you know more about me than you think." He said as he spun the knife again. This time it landed on her.

"Uh... I once failed my final exam—

He slammed the knife point down into the floor making her jump.

"Don't think you can cheat your way out of this game. Real mistakes only, one that is life changing. So why don't I answer this one for you. You once tricked a girl into believing she was in love, only for you to have her beaten and harassed. Eventually she took her own life."

"How... do you know this?" She couldn't believe it. He knew about one of her biggest incidents. She bullied a girl to death.

She didn't have much time to be fazed as he spun the knife again. It landed on her again.

"I once got a teacher fired. I falsely accused him of sexual harassment. I pulled strings to my aid and tricked people to support me." He didn't say anything and just spun the knife. Landing on her again.

"This isn't rigged is it?" He shrugged, and waited.

"I... stole a very expensive necklace from a store once. When I got caught, I blamed it on my friend. She was punished while I escaped justice." Once again the knife spun, this time landing on him.

"You and I... we've done it before. You were my first, can't say the same for you."

"You and I?! How could that even possible? I would never sleep with a guy like you." She said.

"That's what you told me that night. Yet you were the one who asked."

A few more rounds passed, she only figured out a few things so far that is valuable. They both went to school together, they've known each other for a long time, and she's slept with him. It seemed like the game was endless, until it came to the final round.

"What happens if I lose? What are you gonna do?" She asked hesitantly.

"You die." He flat out stated.

"Why are you doing this to me...? Why me?" He was quiet, she expected another quick threat.

"You changed my life for the worse. I gave up everything for you. I did time because of you. I followed you like a lost puppy. I did everything you asked. Everything I did, I did for you. When it was time to get rid of me, you did, without any hesitation."

"That's my final hint. You have three guesses remaining." The face she had, he knew she didn't know the answer. Of course she wouldn't remember.

Nayeon knew as well, she knows she won't remember him. But she didn't want to die either. What could she do? Beg? Ask for forgiveness from a person she can't even remember. No, there's only one way she gets through this, and it leads with her death.

First guess failed... second guess failed... one more shot.

"Kill me."

"You're giving up? I thought you wanted to live?"

"I'm dead at this point. I... just don't know who you are. I wish I could, I really do. But I don't. So I'd prefer it if you just kill me now."

"Very well." He said as he reach for his knife. She closed her eyes, clenching her teeth and awaited her death. She was afraid... afraid that he was going to do this. Somewhere deep down, she imagined him letting her live.

She was so lost that she didn't notice him take her hand. She slowly came to her senses and opened her eyes. The knife was in her hand, inches away from his chest. His hand was clenching onto her's. She couldn't let go of that blade even if she wanted to.

"My name is (Y/n) (L/n). We went to school ever since junior high. We were good friends. Until high school where you became popular. You let go of all your friends before and became someone else. That girl you bullied to death was one of our good friends."

"I hated you so much... so much that I wanted to kill you. But yet I loved you. I was always there for you when times were rough. Behind the scenes you always came crying back to me. So that's why we had our one moment. It was short and sweet, because after that I was arrested. I took the blame of your crime. I thought you would change, maybe you could realize that I loved you."

"When I got out, I heard you were the same. Still that girl who hurt others if it benefits her. Only one thing was missing, your memories of me."

"You had an accident and forgot about me. So I took this chance. Thinking maybe I can still fix this. But now I know that you aren't that girl I loved." He gripped her hand harder.

"If you want to live, then kill me. If you don't then you die." She shook her head and refused, but he didn't let her go. She had no other options.

"Do it!" He shouted, causing her to flinch. As she jammed the knife into his chest as he moved backwards, blood flowing out from his mouth. The horror on her face, as it came back to her. Everything he told her about cane running back and hit her in an instant. She remembers him...

"Nayeon..." He managed to say, as his life left his eyes. She cried over his body, shaking him hoping for a strand of life left, just so that she could apologize...

"Cut!" Someone shouted from the back.

"That was amazing! To think that you two could act that scene in one go is great."

Once the set was cleaned up they both finally caught their downtime. Nayeon quickly ran over and hugged (Y/n). Both of them smiling and going over their parts again.

"You were so serious I was scared. I didn't know you could be that mean." Nayeon said.

"And you acted like you were so innocent. If anything you would've been flirting with the killer." She softly smacked him in the chest.

"Yah, that's where you stabbed me. It still hurts, you pushed that prop too hard." She apologized, hugging him more.

"You know, the way you were so angry earlier was kinda hot. Can you be that serious later tonight...?" She said finishing with a smirk.

"You wanna keep this act going?" He joked.

They both walked off the set, hands intertwined, smiles on their faces. Another successful day of their lives.