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Jungkook was feeling deprived lately, and after all the recent murders he had carried out, he was desperate for something to satisfy him. He was known as "man in the mask" as he always wore a mask when carrying out the murders. He walked past a coffee shop and saw a girl working there. He chose her as his target and walked into the shop.

I sat at the counter, flipping through the sales papers out of boredom. I was the only worker there today as the store was so small and no one ever came in. I heard the bell and put the paper away, "Welcome," I smiled and waved, not knowing of the man's vicious acts. 

He nodded at her and went to the till. He ordered something so he didn't look suspicious. He went and sat down. He watched her walk to the back to make his drink and he disabled all the security cameras.

I made his drink and went to his table. "Is anything else you would like?" I smiled as I put the drink back down in front of him, standing and waiting for an answer to my question. He looked kind of scary but I ignored that thought. 

He looked up at her and studied her carefully. He stood and walked closer to her, backing her into the corner. "There is, actually" he mumbled and kept eye contact with her

He smiled down at her for a second. "Oh baby, what I want you can't just make" he said and covered her mouth with a cloth soaked in chemicals to make her pass out.

I screamed and tried to push him away before my vision faded to black and I was out, I didn't know what was going to happen but their was nothing I could do now. 

He slung her over his shoulder and put on his mask. He threw her in the back seat of his car and drove to his house, which was in the middle of nowhere.

I woke nervously and was in the back of someone's car. I started shouting for help while sobbing, I just wanted to go home. 

"Shut up, don't make me come back there" he growled dangerously at her. He noticed he forgot to clean the blood stains off of the seats but he wasn't really bothered

I stopped my screaming and cried as I looked around, I saw the stains and screamed, falling into the floor as I tried to get away from them. 

"Stop being such a drama queen and fucking sit down" he said and found somewhere to pull over. All the doors were locked anyway. He sighed and climbed into the back. He held the cloth over her mouth and nose again so he could drive safely without stressing about her.

I shook my head and managed to push his hand away. "Leave me alone," I cried and tried to kick him every time he tried to get close to me, I wasn't going to cooperate with this guy. 

He straddled her and restrained her legs and got some handcuffs out of his pocket, handcuffing her hands to the door. "Look just calm down" he mumbled and forcefully put some tape over her mouth before getting back in the front.

I kept trying to make noises against the tape and kicked at the other door to try and open it so maybe someone would see it, I didn't care what he did at this point. I just wanted to leave. 

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