In The Dark

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    “You're being boring, it's getting annoying.”
    Jungkook and I had been eating dinner together in silence, before he spoke up. For a moment I was confused by what he meant, then it hit me.
    I listened to nearly every word he said, and, though I was sometimes witty and sarcastic, I tried to avoid making him angry, since I didn't particularly like getting the living hell beaten out of me. Because of that he didn't have a reason to hurt me anymore, and thus I had taken away his source of fun.
    At the moment of that realization, I became terrified. Surely if I was no longer a play thing he wouldn't keep me around,  he was telling me he was going to kill me. I was sure if it.

    I was wrong. It was much worse than that.

                     ………

    Jungkook brought in his new toy two days later, she  very small, and meek looking, as if strong gust of wind could blow her over, and like Jungkook would be able to snap her in half with the slightest of efforts. The new girl was cute, she had a small but somehow athletic frame I had to give her credit for that. She also  had an all around incredibly shy demeanor, which Jungkook seemed to like.
   
I came to learn that her name was Jo Minji, and Jungkook affectionately called her Minji. My duties were feeding her, and emptying her bucket. Which I accepted in turn.

    In the days after she arrived I saw less and less of Jungkook, our only interactions became meals together and when he climbed into my bed at night, those absentminded times, and it drove me crazy.

    When I wasn't waiting on, or cleaning up after Minji,  I was alone in my room.

    It didn't take long before I began to cringe at the very mention of the girl, and I didn't know why. Okay, that was a lie. Despite everything that had happened I thought if Jungkook as more than just my attacker, he listened to me, and comforted me,  he even said that he saw potential in me, and told me he was proud of me. I considered him a friend, which was equally wonderful and terrifying.
    The truth was, no matter how negative, I loved attention, and I'd been getting a lot of if from Jungkook before Minji came around. I began to crave it desperately as Jungkook spent all his time either at work or with her.

………

    “Um.. Excuse me.. Mr. Suga?  Will he ever let me go?” she inquired one day, a few nights in, I suppose she had become more comfortable around me now.  Her naivete annoyed me to no end, did it look like anyone here would just have a sudden change of heart? Especially Jungkook, did she not realize who he was? How could someone be so oblivious?

………

    “You hate her don't you?”
    “I thought you only brought her here as a plaything. As my replacement.”
    “I think I'll keep her too, after all it’s been months since I defeated the police, no point in popping up now, that would just be insane.”
    “I thought you didn't like that word.”
    “I don't.”
    “You are insane.”

    Since  she had been around, he never took his anger out on me. I could tell he was still playing mental games with me, he wouldn’t give up yet, and I was confident that this would persuade him to rid us of her.
I was wrong, once again. He had no intention of getting rid of her. He wanted to play just a bit longer.

………

    The next time I saw Minji she was shaken and scarred. She now had carvings in her skin, one’s that closely resembled both mine, and the scars of the previous victims, Jungkook’s failed playthings.  He certainly had a method, and it seemed to never fail him, sadly, I admit, it even worked with me. Yet somehow I even became jealous of her markings.They seemed like a more intricate match to my markings than the others. A delicate mirror. How dare he treat her with more care than me, what had she said to him? What had she done to him?

    She was crying in the chair, still bound with tape in the same manner as the first day she came, with blood spilling from her fresh cuts. I laughed, which made her cry more. She had clearly done something to him. This was karma. She’s getting what she deserves.
    “This isn't funny! I want to go home.. I'm cold and this hurts!” She whimpered in my direction.
    I laughed even harder as I pulled off my shirt. “You think I don't know how he is? You're just weak, and I promise you, you aren't going anywhere.”
    She examined my scars with wide eyes for a while, bursting into tears again. She cried deeply and uncontrollably for minutes on end before choking out a sob.
  I'd had enough! I decided to have some of my own fun with her. That would shut her up.

    I walked over to the old tv set and flicked it on, the news station it had been set on beforehand lit up with intense blue light,  and immediately showed exactly what I expected.
    “Authorities suspect foul play in the disappearance of Jo Minji, a member of popular Taekwondo team, and idol group, K-Tigers. Her teammates, family, and friends are offering a reward for her safe return, and a promise that they will not take legal action against the perpetrator.”
    “They didn't even look for me.” I laughed again “So stop your crying, you have nothing to cry over.” Even I could sense the bitterness and resent behind my words.
    I unplugged the the television and made my way out of the room in anger, Slamming and locking the heavy door behind me.
   
Jungkook was right, I hated her. She was privileged, yet so meek and unassertive. Even while begging for freedom she came off sweet. It sickened me. She was weak. She would always be weak.