Doll Master ( Dr.Jeon ) || JK ff 21+

Chapter - EIGHTEEN

" Death "

There are a few things that i hate in this world. A few things that makes my blood pump faster and makes me what iam now. The unannounced death of people. Or mostly, death of the most beautiful people who are the most delicate creation of the Creator.
Women.

Among the things that i hate in this world, there are some things that i hate the most with my whole fucked up existence.

Number One - " My long gone mother and the women like her who thinks getting married to the man they love will bring the ultimate happiness in their life. That, it will paint their sky of the life colorful."

Because i know it won't. Because i know that these women don't know if their husbands are actually psychopathic monsters under their perfect appearance.

Yes i know because the same thing happened to my mom. Because she thought getting married to my father secretly, would make her happy.

My mother married my father not knowing he was a psychotic bastard who left her in the verge of death when i was about to born.

She thought marrying my father would set her life where it happened like, it destroyed her life in a way that, it couldn't be fixed ever again.

And in return she was trying to destroy her one and only son's life.

No not her son, according to her, the last thing that was a part of her ferocious husband. The life of that unwanted part from my father.

My life.

My mother made me despise her in such way by torturing me throughout my whole childhood that now i get insane whenever i see a woman who slightly even resembles her.

And the monster she created on me, infecting venom to my already psychotic genes that i got from my father, it's the thing which made me kill for the very first time in my life and then keep going on doing it.

Yes i killed my own mother as the first kill of my life. Not only killed but also re arranged her body parts, her skin and bones, her organs in such a way that any human would get terrified on the matter.

And yes i kept killing women who reminded me of her. The women who seems all bubbly but actually from head, they are as sick as my mother. I am still killing them and keeping that on run.

Everyone knows about my victims getting tortured to death by their unknown killer. But no one knows how the killer saw the secret monsters wrapped under their fake smile.

Well raping them doesn't come with the reminder of my mother at all. I rape them just for my own fun. Guess this is where my genes from my father went wrong and turned me into something even more cruel than him.

Yeah, stupid fucking morality which never was inside me.

Fuck! It makes me laugh every time when i think just what a inhumanic bastard i have turned myself into!

And yeah i have no regret of turning into who i am now. Because both of my parents were fucked up from the mind anyways.

I let out a deep growl and laugh my lungs out when every time i look myself into the mirror.