A month of torment had dragged on since the fateful accident, and the basement had metamorphosed into a realm of nightmares, where every echoing footfall seemed like a countdown to doom.

??? (Voice dripping with sadistic satisfaction): Ah, our visitor has finally arrived.

??? (Trembling): I-I apologize, please...

The man's words faltered, his very soul weighed down by the gravity of his actions. He could taste the malevolence lurking in the shadows.

??? (Maniacal laughter echoing like a demonic chorus): Beg for your life, little lamb.

Her laughter, a perverse symphony, clawed at the man's sanity. Desperation turned his pleas into a wailing cacophony.

??? (Desperation in his voice): I'm so sorry, forgive me...

??? (Cruel amusement): You're familiar with me, aren't you?

The shadowy figure stepped into the feeble light, revealing herself to be Y/N - a nightmarish queen of the underworld, a predator who thrived in the darkness and whose name alone struck terror into the hearts of those who dared to whisper it.

??? (Whispered in trembling tones): Your name...?

??? (Voice barely audible): Y/N.

Her sinister laughter surged, chilling the very marrow of his bones. The man knew he was at the mercy of a monster who had ascended to the throne of cruelty in the abyss.

Y/n (Voice dripping with malevolence): My delight lies in taking my victims to the brink of madness.

Approaching a ghastly display of instruments, Y/N adorned herself with gloves as black as her heart and a clear coat that seemed to shimmer with the souls of those she had broken. Her gloved fingers caressed the wickedest blade.

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Seated before her helpless prey, she began to etch a horrifying tableau into his trembling hand. But, with a wicked grin, she paused, clapping her hands in a sordid ritual, summoning her grotesque bodyguards.

Y/n (Commanding): Release him, strip him to the bone.

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She came in front the man who is only wearing his boxers and neatly shaved even his head. She smirked.

Y/n : then let's get started. So what should I draw, well let's draw a dinosaur.

She started to crave it, the man was screaming his lungs out, as she whilst and carved into his chest.

Y/n : tada do you like it. Okay let's move on.

She took a knife, she led it's sharpness and smirked.

Y/n : it's perfect.

She whilst and just inserted the knife into his inner thigh. The man screamed as hard as he can. As she twisted the knife which is in his thigh . As she plucked it out.

Y/n : is this nice, now next.

She took a driller. She plucked the wire and started to drill his fingers towards the chair. The blood was squirming all over her face as she smirked.

Y/n : are you tired this is what u get for trying to kill bp and mm.

She again clapped her hands and her body guards came in.

Y/n : cover his body with salt .

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The hall was bathed in a soft, ambient glow, and Y/n tiptoed in to find Namjoon hunched over his desk, the weight of exhaustion carved into the lines on his face.

Y/n (worried): You're still at it? Haven't you slept?

RM (weariness tinging his voice): No, it's been a long night. Where have you been?

Y/n (with a hint of sadness): Just outside, needed some time to clear my head.

RM: Tomorrow's the day we receive our exam results, and there's the parent-teacher conference, too.

Y/n (nervous): Yes, it's nerve-wracking.

RM: I've got more work to finish before I can even think about sleep.

Y/n (playfully): You too? You know you need rest.

RM (teasing): You planning to carry me to bed? You're not exactly a powerhouse, you know.

Y/n (determined, yet caring): *Don't underestimate the things I can do.*

A mischievous glint danced in her eyes as she swiftly plucked the laptop from his lap, locking eyes with him in a challenge before committing to her audacious plan. She gently laid it aside, and then, without hesitation, took a deep breath and lifted him.

Her arms quivered with effort as she cradled him, every step of the ascent up the staircase laden with both their emotions. At last, they reached their destination, and she tenderly set RM down on the bed, his eyes locking with hers for a fleeting moment before she closed the door.

In the solitude of the hallway, Y/n couldn't help but whisper to herself her voice trembling with a mix of emotions.

Y/n (whispering): Maybe I shouldn't have done that... I just wanted him to know how much he means to me, even if it means sacrificing my own strength.

As she retreated to her room, she couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability, the silent admission of feelings that lingered in the air. It was a moment she hoped would bridge the gap between them, a silent plea for him to understand the depth of her care and concern.
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Y/n's arrival at the university and the subsequent meeting with her mother and the teacher adds an emotional layer to the story. Here's an extended version with more emotions and details:

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Y/n walked into the bustling university courtyard, a sea of students surrounded by their proud parents. A bittersweet smile tugged at her lips, knowing that no one would be there for her. She had grown accustomed to being on her own.

Feeling a gentle tap on her shoulder, she turned to see her mother, Eomma, standing there with a warm smile.

Eomma (softly): Let's go, Y/n.

Y/n (surprised): Eomma, you should be with TXT, not me.

Eomma (with affection): You're my daughter too, Y/n. Come with me.

As Eomma led her towards the teacher's room, Y/n felt a sense of gratitude that she still had someone to call family. Their presence gave her comfort.

Entering the room, they found Mr. and Mrs. Choi already seated, and the professor bowing respectfully. Y/n's mother exchanged pleasantries with the Choos before the professor began discussing the report cards.

Mr. Kang (speaking about Yeonjun): Yeonjun is an exceptional student, and he's been an exemplary leader to his brothers.

He presented Yeonjun's report card, filled with top grades, and the Choos beamed with pride.

Mr. Kang (shifting to Y/n): Now, as for Y/n... Honestly, she's been a challenging student. She often falls asleep in my class, gets into trouble, and somehow always ends up in the principal's office. But here's the puzzling part - her grades are consistently excellent.

Eomma glanced at Y/n with a proud smile and offered her congratulations. As they left the room, Y/n couldn't help but feel a mixture of relief and apprehension. She knew Mr. Kang didn't particularly like her, but there were only two days left at this university - the upcoming prom and a crucial meeting with the university's owner.

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Inside Kim's opulent mansion, the room buzzed with chatter and excitement as everyone gathered, except for Y/n. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation and celebration, but it would soon take an unexpected turn.

As the discussion flowed, the room fell into a momentary hush when Y/n suddenly entered, clutching her report card. Lisa, unable to contain her excitement, rushed over and hugged her tightly.

Lisa (enthusiastic): Thank you, unnie! It's because of your help that I improved my grades.

The joyous moment was shattered when Mrs. Park turned her attention to Y/n, her expression stern and disapproving.

Mrs. Park (harshly): And what about your report card, Y/n?

Lisa reluctantly released Y/n from the embrace, and Y/n handed her report card to Mrs. Park. The room held its breath as Mrs. Park examined it, and then, with a sudden, sharp movement, she tossed it to the floor.

Mrs. Park (disappointed): Why didn't you get 100% in math?

Y/n (apologetic): I made a mistake in a two-mark question.

Mrs. Park (condescending): You are a disappointment.

Y/n (meekly): I'm sorry.

The room was engulfed in a heavy silence. Even after celebrating the others for their achievements despite minor setbacks, Mrs. Park's reaction towards Y/n was harsh and unforgiving.

Breaking the silence, Mr. Kim spoke up, attempting to shift the focus.

Mr. Kim (inquiring): Y/n, who did you go with for the parent-teacher conference?

His question hung in the air, and it suddenly dawned on everyone that they had not attended Y/n's conference.

Y/n (hesitant): I went with Eomma and Appa.

Mr. Kim (resigned): Okay, then.

The atmosphere in the room remained tense, and Y/n couldn't help but feel isolated, her achievements seemingly overlooked and overshadowed by the stringent expectations of Mrs. Park.

TO BE COUNTINUED
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So I made this up for the previous small chapter ,hoped u liked it and thank you for 2 k views I am really really than for that. And about many skips, I just want this to end this soon, because if it takes so long it would not be really interesting, and about the violence it's just I want to add it, if you are sensitive please skip it ,That's all, love y'all let's see in the next chapter 💕❤💕❤.