Obsessed!| P.jm

i got rid of him..

This will contain gore and blood don't read if you feel uncomfortable 💜

Jimin POV

The next day I woke up looking at my love of my life she looks so adorable with her chubby cheeks

I got up walked to the basement as I see Jackson tied up y/n probably thought killed but no. I didn't I wanted to torture him

"Morning Jackson" I chirped Jackson didn't replied. "Your not speaking okie~" I giggled. I strolled to the table and picked up a pretty knife as I walked to Jackson

My grip tightened around the knife, the sharp edge meticulously carving out the most beautiful shapes on his flesh. Blood seeped out of the thin wounds on his body, creating a dripping effect. It enlightened the artist to take a step further, dipping the blade into his thigh a bit deeper. 

I ignored the muffled cries as he continued his masterpiece. A flick of his wrist and art was instantly created. He could have never imagined himself to be so attracted to the activity, but he continued his carvings, a smile growing on his lips.

Jackson who was strapped onto the wooden chair, tried his hardest to scream out in pain, but the sock shoved down his throat and the duct tape over his lips prevented for such a thing to happen. His eyes watered as he focused on me in front of him.

Jackson’s sight then wanders down to his bare legs, carvings of mysterious symbols all over his skin. He tried wriggling his way out of the chair, but that embarrassingly didn’t work as the pain from his gushing wound on his abdomen screamed at him to stop.

Any bystander, dumb or smart, could say that Mr. Dumbass had no chance to live after this event. 

So Jackson just sat there. His blood, or what was left of it, continued to pour onto the ground creating a puddle. A puddle in which me knelt in, too focused on the engravings than on the Jackson's pain.

Then I remembers why he was here in the first place. Jackson hid my darling from me. I hastily looks at the crying male, his eyes bloodshot and hair soaked with sweat. Ripping off the duct tape on the boy’s lips, Jackson spat out the sock that he previously wore hours ago. 

“You fucking psycho! You’re fucking crazy!” Jackson’s voice was hoarse, dry enough to make him heave and cough like a smoking man. 

“I know I'm a psycho.” I states, throwing the duct tape onto the puddle. I was doing this for me and y/n... All of this so she can stay by his side.

My shoes splashes through the blood as I returns to the other side of the room. I sets down the tainted knife onto the table, choosing the hammer that hung against the wall.

I circled around the dumbass screaming for mercy. His begs are turning me insane. "DON'T KILL ME PLEASE!!"Jackson finally burst out. something that I wanted to hear. I thought of it as doing himself a favor since Jackson hadn't asked for it after all.

I raised the hammer, smiling as he saw the boy squirming his chair, his body jumping up and down. Jackson finally given up. I reassured myself that I was doing this for the right reason: y/n

I took a step back and look the art I made, I laugh maniacally as I walked to the bathroom and took shower thinking how to get Jessica...