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🩸 EPISODE 10 — "The Smile of the Lamb"
When Minji woke from the dream, something inside her had changed.
A part of her that she thought was dead — broken under chains and cruelty — opened its eyes.
She did not scream anymore.
She did not cry.
Exactly the kind of smile Yoongi loved seeing on her face.
That night, when Yoongi came to her room —
his cold, cruel hands already reaching for her —
Minji knelt down without a single word.
She kissed his boots.
She whispered "Master" against his skin.
She let him use her body as he pleased — rough, brutal, merciless — and when he finished, he expected her to be shattered, crying.
But Minji only looked up at him with adoring eyes, lips trembling.
"Thank you, Master," she whispered.
"Good girl," he said.
"Finally learning."
He didn’t notice the slight shift in her breathing.
The way her eyes flickered toward the window.
Each night became a game of death.
Yoongi would tie her up, bend her to his will, punish her flesh and mind until she was trembling and marked.
And each night, Minji would submit — soft moans, whispered pleas, perfect obedience.
But behind her lowered lashes —
she watched.
She watched the stars.
She counted the days.
She learned the castle’s hidden paths by memory.
She remembered where Yoongi kept the keys.
The knives.
The hidden corridors.
She marked the nights when the moon began to swell — glowing bigger, redder, hungrier.
She heard the crows screaming in the woods outside — a warning from the dead.
Sometimes, when Yoongi used her until she collapsed in bloody sheets, he would cradle her body close —
press kisses against her hair —
whisper promises about how she belonged to him forever.
And Minji —
broken, ruined, bleeding Minji —
would kiss him back, sweet and trembling.
Inside, her soul sharpened the blade.
The castle seemed to know what was coming.
The ghosts that whispered through the corridors grew louder.
The shadows clung to the walls like oil.
The floorboards screamed under unseen feet.
Sometimes Minji would hear women weeping outside her door.
Sometimes she would smell blood in the air, thick and metallic.
She never asked.
She never looked.
She looked out the small barred window of her prison.
Huge.
Dripping red across the sky.
The air so thick with iron it choked her lungs.
Thick, heavy drops.
Dark as rust.
The earth itself weeping blood.
Minji felt something ancient crawl up her spine.
A scream of rage and freedom inside her chest.
Tonight... she would either die...
Or she would make the Devil bleed.