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🩸 EPISODE 6 — "The Lamb That Didn't Die"
The sun never rose over Luminara.
Only the blood moon bathed the cursed castle in its sick red light.
Minji lay broken on the cold iron bed, her body bruised and trembling.
Hours — no, an entire night — had passed.
Prince Yoongi sat beside her now, silent. Watching.
A cigarette burned between his fingers, the smoke curling around his smirking lips.
His black eyes gleamed with something unreadable.
Every other girl — every other poor soul who had dared to touch him — had died after a single kiss.
After a single breath of his poison.
But Minji had survived everything.
The bruises on her thighs.
The bites on her neck.
The cruel way he had used her body — again and again until she screamed, until she sobbed, until she went silent from exhaustion.
Still...
her heart beat, weak but stubborn.
Yoongi laughed — low and cruel — and crushed the cigarette beneath his boot.
"So it’s you," he whispered, almost to himself.
"The little lamb who can save me."
He reached out and brushed a blood-matted strand of hair from her face.
Good.
Fear made her even sweeter.
"But I’m not ready to be saved," Yoongi murmured.
"And you..." — he dragged his fingers down her bare, bruised thigh — "You’re too much fun to break."
From that moment, the decision was made.
He wouldn’t tell her the truth.
Wouldn’t set her free.
She would stay here.
In this castle of screams.
In his bed.
Forever.
His prisoner.
His toy.
His cursed salvation.
And every night, he'd ruin her a little more.
That night, when Yoongi left the castle for "business," he locked her inside the iron room.
Minji lay curled up, still aching from what he had done, when the castle came alive.
At first, it was just the sound of wind.
Or so she thought.
Then — laughter.
Low, male voices laughing cruelly.
The sounds of boots stomping.
The crash of chains dragging across the floor.
And then...
the women’s cries.
Soft at first — whispers from under the bed, behind the walls —
then louder —
then screaming.
"Help us..."
"Don’t trust him..."
"He’ll destroy you too..."
The walls began to bleed.
Thick black blood oozed from every crack, every mirror, every stone.
The chains above her bed swung wildly, clanking and shrieking.
And then — something cold brushed her ankle.
Minji screamed — but when she looked, there was nothing there.
Only a trail of bloody handprints leading under the bed.
She ran for the door — but the castle shifted, walls stretching, twisting — laughing.
Rooms no longer led to hallways.
Hallways led to coffins.
And inside every coffin was another version of herself —
dead.
rotting.
eyes wide with terror.
Everywhere she went, they followed.
The dead women.
The broken men.
Their mouths stretched into smiles of agony.
Minji collapsed in the middle of the black marble ballroom, sobbing.
The chandeliers above her creaked, ready to fall.
The laughter grew louder.
The screams grew sharper.
And through it all, she heard Yoongi’s voice, distant but cruel:
"Cry louder, little lamb."
"No one’s coming to save you."
"Not even me."
Somewhere deep inside the castle, the throne room waited.
And Yoongi's twisted smile waited with it.
Because soon...
he would come home.
And ruin her all over again.