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Jungkook
I hate that woman.
I hate Liliana Elsher.
I hate her because she does something to me that no one is able to do. I hate her because she did a crime, she did something and she has to pay for that.
I hate her because I can't see her in any vulnerable state, I can't see her struggling, I can't see her suffer. I hate that I can't see her with another man, talking, laughing. I can't fucking stand it as I feel like poking everyone's eyes out and snatch every organs from them to look at her, stare at her, ogle her, smile at her, see her smiling.
I fucking hate myself for that.
Why did I fire Seon-Ho? He’s one of the best trainers out there,yet I fired him. Just because he was shouting at her and she was doing nothing but swallowing them alone. Jesus, who shouts at a woman like her who can’t even shout back.
Whereas I would have to punish her for what she did in the past, here, I can't even see her looking at another guy, adding all of those dark romance books she reads with morally gray men and those shitty smuts where she wishes to recreate the scene with God knows who.
Playing boxing is always fun until I become angry and I punch the punching bag irrelevant. I hate Liliana Elsher.
I keep repeating the sentence like a mantra as I need to convince my brain to stick with the plan and apply it, destroying her for what she had done. However, the more she's spending time with me, coming in front of me, talking to me with her whispery voice, the more I'm being more attracted to her.
Damn that whispery voice.
I wonder how she got it, how she destroyed her vocal cord and insisted on her to talk with a whispery voice. When she told me that she can't talk properly, she can't yell, she can't scream, something crawled up in my chest. I wanted to kill those fuckers who did that to her.
I'll find out and I'll rip their heart out, make them scream until they don't get any voice to scream.
But the question is—why am I so eager? To punish those fucker and also why am I eager to have her? Fuck this feelings! I can't see her with anyone else.
She's my plaything to play with her, punish her, do every unholy thing she wishes to do with her future husband. I want to do all of the things she wants to do. I want to fulfill all of the fantasies she created. And if I say I will, then I'm going to do it.
Who was that boy who was running behind her? He was touching her. Why? Does he have a death wish? Probably yes.
And that damn girl was throwing up her food she had eaten earlier. How dare she? Why the fuck did she do that? Eating disorder? Yes. Someone is forcing her to maintain a strict diet and fuck that. I want her to eat all day, talk all fucking day, smile like a brightest star and I want her not to hide those freckles on her nose.
