(NOT) Your Ordinary Lab Girl
Ritualized

“You! The culprit!”

My hand pointed at someone I knew so well. 

When you find out who is the culprit of all this terror. I had time to denial, denying repeatedly because of his figure that was completely beyond my expectations.

But all the evidence that I collected in secret led only to him. At the scene of the real thing, I cornered the perpetrator.

“Meha, you are troublesome once.” It was the cold-blooded killer who made my whole hair stand on end.

I let my guard down, missed judging if he still had a good side despite the series of heinous murders he committed.

“BUGH!”

A blow to my head from behind.

Darkened.

I don't know if he has an accomplice.

I miscalculated.

And now, my name is probably going to be plastered in every electronic newspaper along with the names of the previous victims.

Ah, Meha. You just fell in love.

“Meha.... Meha.... PLEASE!” Nina's scream - my best friend who I found with her body dismembered inside my lab autoclave machine 6 months ago.

“Nina!” I was surprised, seeing him who was frightened inside the circle marked with stars.

“After he comes, please meha, please!” his hand with all his might banged against the invisible wall that encircled him.

“Nina! Nina!” my panic was about to get him out of the cage but our efforts were in vain.

A black figure suddenly appeared in the air within Nina's circle. Nina's face grew increasingly frightened and tears burst out profusely from her eyes.

“No, no, NOOO!!” nina's cry was heartbreaking as I was transfixed to watch the figure inside the sinister black robe pull out a hand with a long finger, no face behind the hood of the robe, only the skull of a horned animal, and the eye sockets filled with fire blazed. The figure snatched Nina's neck, then choked her neck, Nina gasped as she looked at me for help.

“LEPIECE! RELEASE!” I kicked and punched that invisible wall with all my might. The figure extended her hand to me one more time, but Nina caught it with all her might, regardless of her disadvantageous position, she was still trying to protect me.

 “AAARGH!!” nina's shrillness hurt the ears when I witnessed the demon pull Nina's heart out of her body cavity with just her fingers, Nina's body drooping when the life support was released.

Like a worthless doll, Nina's limp body was jerked and then the figure disappeared carrying my best friend's heart.

“NOOO! Nina's! Nina!”

“Exit ... exit.. da-from. here, Meha. B-wake!”

Then, it was like there was a giant black hole that sucked my consciousness away from the nightmare about Nina.

“NOOO!” I cried when I no longer saw Nina.

“SRAAK!” The forced pull of the black cloth covering my head made me realize. This room was dim, an abandoned room with a weathered smell. I looked at the vile killer standing in front of me with teeth grinding.

Who would have thought that Langdon Bortolomov, the famous Kaprodi and the manager were the serial killers who had been shadowing our campus for the past 6 months. It's worth it he's so slippery to shy away from police exhaustion. The character he showed to society was so holy without flaw.

Remi, it was my lover who became a scapegoat and had to languish in prison for his deceit. What a pardon and unforgivable! 

“Damn it!” I cursed hard.

How can I idolize this figure first. So naive. Sir Langdon became the youngest Kaprodi, with his charisma that was good at luring interlocutors. Current lecture materials, endless weighted debates with students and lecturers who do not agree with his theory. 

It did not take long, he who originally came as a new lecturer climbed the career ladder quickly. No matter the young old, male or female, was fooled by his charm.

His name is hero wiri on the national TV station. Viral as lecturer ter “panas” this decade. Not to mention his family background which is an old money derivative. It was as if luck could not escape his shadow.

Husband of Mrs Leah Thompson-Bortolomov, a former model who swerved into a famous philanthropist among the top. With that flawless portrayal then who would have thought now, that angel-like figure in front of me turned into the most feared butcher. 

The coldness spread throughout my body. ‘Please! Anyone! I don't want to be his victim!’

“Uggh!” I tried with all my might to untie the rope that tied me to the chair, but I couldn't. 

“Ckckck, don't rush the little fox. Wait a minute and you'll enjoy the union with me. Isn't that what you wanted? I know you've been secretly an admirer of mine all along. Groupies mr Langdon?”

“CUTE!” I spit on his face that was approaching.

“SLAP!!” a hard slap on my cheek, a momentary buzzing. My lips broke because of the hard slap earlier. Next violently the killer's hand squeezed my jaw.

“KAU'S. Ill-mannered. I wanted to give you a beautiful release. But, since you are not an****** conformer then your chastity will be taken rudely! Let's see if your pride still exists when your chastity is taken away. Shirley! Gagged mouth! I'm sick of hearing him talk!”

‘Shirley? Is it the accomplice of this killer? How come? I really have been fooled.’ panicked, I tried harder and harder to unbind my legs and hands, until my skin felt peeled because it was rubbed by the rope. I could feel the blood flowing from my wrists and feet.

I shook my head as the dirty chopsticks were forcefully put into my mouth by Shirley. Then without mercy he held my head rough and crammed it too, I groaned without a sound. Looking at her sharply, Shirley looked back at me with a cruel mocking grin. 

Mr. Langdon was preparing something on the floor that looked familiar, the circular star he had drawn with white chalk. In the middle of the altar, a wooden table with a strap is placed at the ends, allowing the offering to remain in a place where it cannot escape.

Apparently all this time, the victims were the result of satanic cult rituals. Who can think? In this 21st century, this cruel old ritual still occurs. 

“Done,” said Mr. Langdon grinned satisfied at his work. The light from the candle made her shadow extend like the demon I saw in my dream with Nina.

“Is it time, Sir?” Shirley squeaking.

“Yes. You can call them.”

Shirley then walked out of the room and returned with 3 people in black hoods, their faces invisible.

As one by one the men opened their hoods, I grew pias. It was beyond my estimation.

“Let's do it!” mr. Langdon's orders.

The three people who were no strangers to me then approached me, untied the rope and grabbed me at the altar.

My clothes were forcibly taken away, leaving only my underwear. Shouts are useless because no sound can come out of my mouth. 

‘Anyone! Please do! Help me!’

“HAHAHA! Looky. It's nothing you've been scared of. Why didn't you bow down earlier. I can do it gently for you the first time. But since you are naughty, I will do it roughly!” 

Mr. Langdon approached and made incisions on both of my wrists.

Browbeat... The room looked blurry as they started muttering spells. The shadows of those surrounding me from the 5 directions seemed to merge into that creepy black-robed figure earlier.

When consciousness almost left my body. I heard the sound of the door being forcefully broken and the cries of people from inside the room.

The gunshots were simple, after that I don't know anymore.

Because now the dark is back in control.