"It's never quite that easy. You go through the door and they're never just sitting there, waiting for you with a welcoming smile on their face. Best you can do is hope they fuck up and do what you can to be there when they do." You tell your therapist.
"And then blame yourself for the killings." Park Jimin finishes.
"Oh no, I blame the asshole who did them. This man's whole life is about killing. He studies it. He knows forensics. He understands police procedures. He prepares methodically, so as not to leave any evidence at the scene. After he chooses his target, he'll watch them for weeks. He'll study every detail of their daily routine and activities. When they come home, When they go to sleep. In the morning before the sun comes up, he can walk right up next to them. Although the sun's still down, no one perceives it as night. Women who were careful at midnight walk around naked seven hours later. Finally, he'll pick a day then takes a kit and tools, props, duct tape, handcuffs, a weapon, whatever he needs. He'll let himself in. That night, the target gets home and does their business unaware that he's in the house. Then he strikes."
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"Oh this is good." He says as he grabs a CD and puts it in the stereo. He takes off his jacket and walks up to the woman tied up in a rolling chair.
"Shall we dance?" He motions to her while grabbing the arms of the chair and spinning her.
The woman starts whimpering and struggling to move.
"No, don't play hard to get. This will be fun." He grabs the chair and moves it as he will his dance partner. The duct tape muffles his partners sobs.
"Shhh! Shhh! It's alright!" He whispers in her ear.
"It's all right." he whispers again.
She starts sobbing and whimpering. Mouth still muffled by the tape.
"I said shut up." He says sternly and looks at her while pecking her lips, the tape used as a barrier.
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"When the victim passes out from fear or pain, he'll revive them. Over and over again and-" You cut yourself off and scoff.
"What we're you going to say?" asks Jimin.
You go and look up at the clock.
"Time's up." You say. Jimin looks up as well and smiles at you teasingly.
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Mystery / Thriller"We were never really strangers. We were more than that but we never realized until it was too late for us." This story is only for mature audiences.
