Jisung sighed as he cleaned his knife yet again. ‘They’re getting too close to her...’ he thought. He let out a frustrated scream and threw the knife down on the ground. He stomped his way into the room she was in and smiled when he saw her.
“Why hello there my precious little doll”, he said while caressing her face. He had her tied up on a small white chair in the center of the room. Tears rolled down her face as soon as he touched her. “Now now baby doll, don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup”, he said as he wiped her tears with his thumb and kissed her forehead. He chuckled and pet her head while mumbling, “my pretty little baby doll~”, over and over again. She let out muffled screams as he continued to touch her. She hated him! She just wanted out of this place.
Jisung pulled the gag from her mouth and stared her straight in the face. “No one can hear you~~”, he said and gave her a twisted smile. “Why do you do this to me?”, she asked him the anger present in her voice. “Oh baby doll,” he said and pet her head again, “I do this because I love you!”
“I love you! I love you! I love you!”, he yelled while spinning around like a maniac. She let out a scream and struggled to break free from the ropes. Jisung’s smile fell as he stopped spinning and he shoved his hand over her mouth and gave her an angry look. “Stop. Screaming.”, he said pausing in between each word. More tears steamed down her face and he just laughed. “My doll looks so pretty when she cries!”, he said while laughing.
He put the gag back into her mouth and walked to the door while laughing. He turned to the girl and said, “I’ll see you tomorrow baby doll.”, before he shut the door and locked it.
Jisung continued to walk through the hallways of the house and back to the kitchen where he picked up the knife. He giggled and headed towards the closet. He entered the closet and pulled out a small box and from said box, he pulled out a phone. He powered on the phone and opened the messages app. He chuckled darkly and read the texts aloud, “Where are you?!?! - Jaemin”, “Are you okay?? - Hyuck”. He scoffed and thought ‘So many boys around her... who care about her... boys who aren’t me...’
He clenched his fists and put the phone and the box away. He walked towards the door and slipped on his shoes, grabbed his hat, gloves, and mask, and headed outside.
Jisung reaches the building and slipped in unnoticed. He walked to the classroom and waited for the second to last student to leave. He walked into the classroom and stared at Jaemin. Jaemin cluelessly tried to walk past him but Jisung grabbed him by the arm and dragged him towards one of the desks. He forced him down into the seat and kept a strong grip on his shoulder.
“Who are you?”, Jaemin asked. “Leave. Her. Alone.”, was all Jisung replies with. He grabbed Jaemin’s hair and brought his head down against the desk with force. Again and again. By the time he finished, both his hands and the desk were covered in Jaemin’s blood. He smirked and looked at Jaemin as he lay lifelessly against the desk. He took off his gloves and walked out of the classroom. “One down, one to go”, he said and smirked again.
He set off to the alleyway close to the school and hid himself in the shadows. He waited and waited and when Donghyuck walked by, no one had a chance to hear him scream.
He put a gag in hyucks mouth, tied his hands and feet and put a bag over his head. Jisung brought Hyuck back to the house and into his dolls room. He smiled as soon as he saw her sleeping face and dropped Hyuck onto the floor, pulling the bag off his head. Donghyuck looked at him with glossy, scared eyes and whimpered. Jisung gently walked over and shook his doll awake. She lifted her head and panicked once she saw Hyuck. “You see baby doll, this is what happens when you talk to other boys...”, he said as he pulled Hyuck up by the back of his collar. The girl let out a muffled scream as Jisung pulled out the knife. “I’m the only one you’re allowed to talk to doll... understand?”, he said in a cold tone. She screamed again and again as tears flowed from her eyes.
Tears streamed down hyucks face as he stared at his friend, dressed as a doll and tied to a strangers chair.
Jisung took the knife and placed it on hyucks throat and in one quick movement, he was dead. The girl screamed and pulled against the ropes she was tied with. Jisung walked up to her and dried her eyes. “Don’t cry love, you deserve this. You’ve been talking to other guys and this is your punishment.”, he said as he stood up and walked to the door. He walked out, slammed the door, and locked it, leaving her there to stare at her friends dead body.
Jisung stomped his way to the kitchen and threw the knife into the sink. He screamed into his hands punched the counter. He walked back into the room, his knuckles bloody, and picked up Hyucks dead body and brought him to his special “living” room. He quickly disposed of the body and walked back to his dolls room. He walked in and sat down on the ground next to her. “I’m sorry you had to see that baby doll”, he whispered and put his head on her lap. “I’m sorry I put you through that.”, he whispered and turned his head to face her, his eyes glossy. He gently kissed her cheek and stood up. “Goodnight baby doll~”, he said and walked out of the room and to his own.
Before he could fall asleep, he heard the ring of a telephone echo throughout the house and he realized that he never shut the phone off.