The girl could feel her blood boiling inside her as she rewinded the video to the scene where Tyla kissed the man who was supposed to be her love interest. She scoffed as she flung the ash from the tip of her blunt into an ashtray.
"Fuckin' bullshit." Y/N mumbled, taking another inhale, consuming the smoke into her lungs before exhaling it back out through her nose, and smiled to herself.
It was 9 p.m. in Japan, which was typically when stores closed in certain locations. Y/N tucked her phone into her pocket since she felt as if she was about to throw it out somewhere, knowing that this would be her fifth phone she's broken that week.
She pulled her hood over her head before taking one last blow off the blunt as she observed the beautiful woman stroll out of the store with a huge smile on her face, and stepped out of her all-black Mercedes Benz.
Y/N dropped the blunt on the ground, stepped on it to extinguish the fire, and then she looked around to make sure there were no other people nearby.
The absence of Tyla's bodyguards, which was very unusual, surprised Y/N, as she was eagerly anticipating the act of killing someone at that very moment, driven by her intense anger. It appeared that her plan was about to proceed easily.
After sneaking up behind her as she followed her to her car, Y/N pulled a chloroform-soaked towel from the pocket of her black hoodie.
"Aye," Tyla jumped once she heard a sudden voice behind her, but before she could turn around to see who it was, she was attacked by the person wrapping her arm around her before placing the rag over her mouth.
"It's alright, just go to sleep, mama." Y/N talked calmly as Tyla struggled to free herself from the taller girl's tight grip, screaming as the toxic chemicals slowly entered her system.
Tyla fainted after a terrifying moment of fighting for her life, dropping her earlier-bought bag of snacks to the ground, and fell limp into Y/N's arms, causing her to smile with satisfaction. "Good girl."
Fortunately, there weren't any cameras in the area that were working or turned on, and it was rather dark, so Y/N picked the woman up over her shoulder before making her way over to her vehicle.
She opened the door to her car's backseat and carefully placed Tyla on the black leather seats. Normally, she would put her victims in the trunk, but Tyla was different, so she wanted her to feel a bit more comfortable.
She walked around to the driver's door, got inside, and sped away after shifting the gear into drive.
45 minutes later, continuing to carry the sleeping woman, Y/N made her way downstairs to her low-temperature basement, and she placed her on the freshly set-up bed she had recently purchased just for the occasion.
Admiring her as she laid soundlessly asleep with a little frown on her face, Y/N removed her hoodie and placed it on the side of the bed, before taking the phone from Tyla's pocket.
She then rolled her eyes when she saw that she needed to enter the woman's password or fingerprint to access the phone.
Y/N took Tyla's smaller hand in hers and placed her thumb on the screen, enabling access to the phone. She furrowed her brow as she noticed a message from someone appear at the top of the screen.
"Geo huh?" Y/N spoke, then looked up to see Tyla shift in her restful sleep.
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After a bit of thought, Y/N decided to text him, pretending to be the superstar even though she wasn't, and asked him to meet her at a park that was 20 minutes away from her place.
Shortly after she received the text, he responded, making her laugh at how relieved he sounded, but little did he know.
"I'll be back." Y/N stood up from her chair and walked over to her cabinet wardrobe, which was filled with all types of guns, including assault rifles, machine guns, shotguns, and handguns. She enjoyed collecting and using them.
The girl shook her head, not in the mood to simply shoot someone at that moment; it was too plain for her; she wanted to watch him suffer from more than just a wound from a gun.
She shut the doors and locked them with one of her keys, then walked over to the safe and entered the combination before unlocking it, revealing a pile of sharp machetes, metal bats, and pocket knives in the door pockets.
"Perfect." Y/N murmured to herself as she pulled two metal bats out of the safe and closed the door, allowing it to automatically lock.
She glanced at Tyla, who was still asleep, and placed one of the bats in the corner of the room before heading upstairs.
When she got out of the basement, she locked the door with a padlock and one of her keys, walked into the living room, grabbed her other jacket off of the couch, and quietly left the house.
20 minutes after the long car ride, Y/N turned off her bright headlights and drove over to the curb, across the street from the empty park. Geo was just looking about waiting for his girlfriend, unaware that he was being watched from a distance.
She stepped out of her car before quietly shutting it behind her, dragging the bat on the concrete as she walked across the unoccupied street. Once the girl found herself sneaking up behind the man, she swung the bat with full force, striking it against his head, knocking him unconscious.
"Pussy." Y/N spat, then threw her arms around his heavyweight frame and dragged him over to her car. She opened her door to place the bat in the passenger seat, then released the handle to open her trunk.
Y/N dragged him over there as it opened, and after it was fully open, she lifted him up and placed him into the trunk before pressing the button, allowing it to close itself.
After getting back into her car, she drove away, not wanting to attract any attention, even though no one was present. As she drove, she noticed a black figure in her rearview mirror staring at her, grinning widely as it slowly tilted its head.
If y'all don't fuck with gore please don't read the next chapter of this I might write.
