𝐈 𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔

𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈 | 𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

Ownership (n.)
the act of possessing something entirely
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   They... are completely worthless.

    Following people was never something Cage enjoyed, but at the same time, it was a mentality that he slipped into quite easily since he knew what he was doing and knew how to do it well. Then again, never before did he have to deal with those he found so irritating—specifically, Jasmine and Angelina. The two girls were currently in one of the mall's many stores after their visitation to (Y/N), their trilling voices drilling into his ears.

    It was amusing how their very existence was a threat—a threat to what he had built with (Y/N).

    But, he would not let it stand.

Already having been watching Jasmine and Angelina for an hour, Cage couldn't help but wonder how they could possibly be this careless. He realized before when becoming acquainted with Jasmine that she didn't bother to pay attention to her surroundings, but he didn't think it was this bad. After all, they hadn't even not noticed him following their every single move.

    Tapping a finger on the table of the food court, his frown only deepened.

Considering that it was Friday, he knew that (Y/N) would be at her part-time job, and as much as he wished to see her, he couldn't just leave a situation which was so advantageous to him—the very reason why he was frowning. Since it was Friday, it gave him both the time and the control he needed to complete what he needed to do.

The air around him chilled whilst a drawling smile curled onto his lips, his thoughts dark.

But it was those very thoughts which were pleasing to him, the thought of ridding himself of two thorns in his side a very attractive notion. Then, there'd only be one left—one whom he could easily have replaced since teachers were a dime a dozen. It would only be then that (Y/N) would have nowhere else to go except into his arms.

Upon that time, he would welcome her gladly.

And then...

Then she will truly be mine...

Cage's fingers then twitched when, from the corner of his eye, he spotted Jasmine and Angelina leaving the store they were once in to walk towards the exit. Standing up to follow them, he found it strange how impassive they seemed, especially considering how casually they were shopping. His eyes narrowed as his suspicions grew, watching as they returned to their sleek blue car in the parking lot to drive away.

His eyes flicked to his own car.

Instead of his usual luxurious limo or personal vehicle, he had a beat up Toyota that looked about ready to fall apart at any moment.

It was truly a revolting sight.

However, he could confirm that both Angelina and Jasmine already knew what kind of car he drove. Considering that following others wasn't unusual for him, he had dealt business with a used car lot where he would pay to borrow an old car, and then when it was returned, have it destroyed. It was easier that way since nothing he did should ever be linked back to him, including now.

    This will be easier than I thought.

    They're so completely clueless that they won't even question the possibility that someone could be following them.

    How convenient.

    Following them in his car up a winding hill, his headlights dimmed so they wouldn't notice him, he watched as they parked in the driveway of one of the rather luxurious houses on that block. No other cars were there, so he assumed they were alone in that house. Smiling to himself in the darkness, his eyes glimmering dangerously in the low light of the moon, he parked across the street from the house Angelina and Jasmine had entered before approaching the front door.

    Instead of ringing the doorbell or knocking, he rounded the side of the house.

    In an instant, the phone lines cut out.

    Then the power.

After Cage located where Jasmine and Angelina were inside the house, he slipped on some gloves and a hat before entering. A flash of silver could be seen in his hand, and upon sidling up to them without them knowing, he could only feel amusement when the looks on their faces changed so drastically. Pulling Angelina back by her hair, he cut short her scream by running his blade along her throat, look satisfied as she collapsed. At Angelina's demise, all Cage could think of was how liberated he had become—how free of his frustrations he had become.

"HELP!" Jasmine shrieked as she tried to run away, yelping when he grabbed her arm and practically flung her against the wall, struggling in his tight grasp. "Let go of me, you fucker!"

"No..." he spat out as he gripped Jasmine's hair when she struggled to break free from his hold. "This is what you deserve."

"Y-You're fucking crazy!" She screamed through her sobs. "Let go!"

"I just want you to go through this, because I can make you," he whispered, forcing her to look down at Angelina's body.

As Jasmine trembled upon seeing her friend reduced to such a state, her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened upon feeling the cold steel of Cage's blade run through her neck, her hands trembling and grasping at her throat before her entire body went slack and she collapsed. Crouching down beside her body and wiping the blood from his knife onto her clothing, he tilted his head in musing about how he killed them.

It is considered sloppy...

But at the same time, so relieving.

Rummaging through Jasmine's pocket and finding her phone, he rolled her body over and used her face to unlock the device, humming at her usefulness, he then took a picture of both her and Angelina before sending it to (Y/N). Pressing the edge of the phone to his chin as a wicked grin spread across his lips, he could only imagine the look on her face.

Ah, (Y/N)...

The things you make me do...

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To be continued...