"I love the kind of woman that will actually just kill me."
"Bitch you're not Spike Spiegel..."
In which there is a serial killer in town and detective Y/n Cidal , was assigned to work this case alongside Officer Jeon ...who is an absolute dumbass...
⚠️Warning (Chapter mentions killing, kidnapping, and drugs, and torture. If you are easily triggered, this story isn't for you. Proceed with caution)
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Unknown's pov
*splash*
"Wake up." A confused, scared, and soaked Jisoo opened her eyes. "You're on the news sweetheart." I grinned and pushed her chair in front of the little tv I put down here for her.
"This is exciting news isn't it!" I manically clapped and laughed.
"23 year old Kim Jisoo went missing around 12am Saturday night after chasing behind an unknown figure as seen here in surveillance cameras. Suspect has not yet been identified. If you know or have seen anything call xxx-xxx-xxxx!"
I turned the tv off and watched as Jisoo cried. Much to my amusement. "Heyyy don't cry love. It'll all blow over soon."
She stared at me with so much hatred and fear. "I'm going to set you free...I need people to know you're alive. Because we can't have a missing and proclaimed dead girl seducing my next victim can we?" I adjusted the mask on my face.
Snatching the duct tape off of her mouth, she instantly began to speak.
"Why are you doing this to me?! I've never done anything to you! I don't even know-.."
"It's because you saw something you weren't supposed to see. If you minded your business and just stayed inside the club then maybe you wouldn't be in the predicament." I said cutting her off. "Now get ready we're going back to the club. New victim." . . . . . . . . . . . *At the 'Club Scouts'*
"Jisoo?! You're back!" Her coworkers exclaimed in joy. "Yeah I just had a lot on my mind and needed to get away for a bit. Sorry guys." Jisoo nervously said.
I sat at a table in the far back and observed her from a distance. Giving her a look which meant 'Don't fuck this up.'
A few hours passed and finally my victim pranced through the door like he's some god. He's everything but that. A rapist, a fraud, and a murderer.
I stand up and made my way to the bar where Jisoo is. Watching as she made numerous amounts of drinks for her loyal customers. The endless cat calls she received were enough to make me mentally vomit. Men.
I watched from the corner of my eyes as my victim, 39 year old, Ajax Hamilton, take a seat beside me. His eyes never leaving Jisoo's figure. "I'll take a Martini" His raspy voice spoke.
