Psychopath

Hating you

We walked down the stairs to the celler.
We reached a door which was locked with several locks. What was behind this door?
Jimin opened the door and we walked in a dark  room.

It was a little bit chilly down here and I had to admit I was kinda scared.
What if he tricks me again and does something to me, no one would be able to hear me here.
Jimin turned on the lights and the only thing I saw was red.

Red on the floor. Red on the wall. Red- red? Red. Blood? Blood. It was blood, blood was all over the place. Jimin pushed me further inside and I saw a dead body in front of me. I immediately covered my mouth before I'd puke.

It was his mother or fake mother- whatever she was.
She's dead now.

She laid there on the floor, covered in blood. I couldn't stand it and started to cry. I breathed heavily and looked at Jimin in total fear. Then again at the dead body.
Jimin hugged me from behind and let his head rest on my shoulder he kissed my neck before he whispered in my ear,
"I didn't need her anymore."
I felt so disgusted by him but I didn't have the power to push him away and to be honest I was scared, I didn't have the courage to push him away.
I just cried. I stood there and cried while Jimin hugged me from behind.

~9pm~
Jimin and I sat in the living room on the couch neither one us said anything.
Suddenly my phone rang.
I looked at Jimin and he just stared mischievously at me,

"Who is it?" He asked without showing any sign of emotions.
"Just my best friend Jia..." I murmured.
He came closer and sat beside me
"Don't you wanna answer it? It might be important." He smirked, I looked at him again before answering the phone.
And as soon as I did that I heard Jia shouting through the phone.
"Yah Min-yeon ah! Where the hell are you?! I've been standing in front of your house for hours!!!"
~huh? She is what~
While I tried to calm Jia down Jimin walked to the window and looked outside.

"Jia...please I can't talk right now" I whispered,
but in the same moment I thought that it could be the perfect opportunity to get help and flee from this place.

I looked at Jimin once again before talking.
I tried to be as quiet as possible so that Jimin wouldn't notice.

"Ok..Jia listen up" I looked at Jimin once more, my heart started beating non stop, "You need to help me I-"
Suddenly Jimin took the phone away from me and smashed it to the floor.
"Yah! What the h-"
"The fuck did you just try to do, huh! Didn't I make it clear when I said not to upset me!!"
He shouted at me but my eyes were still focused on my phone which was scattered on the floor.

I ran towards my phone which was  now in hundreds of pieces. I sat there on my knees while tears rolled down my cheek.

"How could you.."
were the only words that came out of my mouth.
"Serves you right." He said, his voice boiling from anger,
"Why?!" I stood up and turned around to face him. "Why me?! Why of all the people in the world, why me???" I could barely say the last word before I broke down on the floor.
After that everything was black.

~4am~
I woke up in an unfamiliar room. I looked around before something caught my attention.

Jimin...
He sat on a chair and faced the window, I tried to get up but realized that I was tied up.
I moved around to loosen the handcuffs but hopeless.

"What's wrong babe?" He said in a teasing voice. Stil not facing me.
"Untie me Jimin!"

He turned around and walked up towards me.
"Why babe, I like you like that. You look so helpless it turns me on."

"You fucking pervert, untie me now!"
I shouted as I still struggled to get the handcuffs off.

Jimin hovered above me our foreheads touching. I felt his breath on my skin and closed my eyes for a second.

My eyes shot open when I felt him licking my cheek.
"W-what are you-? Jimin?"
"Shhush babe, don't talk now just enjoy"
He kissed me along my jawline down to my neck. He bit and sucked my skin aggressively.
But suddenly! A phone rang..

I distanced myself from Jimin and looked at him, feeling disgusted and ashamed of what just happened.
He took the phone and left the room signaling me to be quite.

Jimin locked the door and I heard him walking downstairs
~I need to escape somehow~

I tried to untie myself in every way possible
But nothing worked. The handcuffs were so
tight and strong, I was literally tied to a stupid ass bed in a house that belonged to a freaking psycho killer.

I sighed and stared at the ceiling.
How did it come to this?
Why did I ever open the door this morning?
Why did I ever accept these cookies?
And why did I ever want to bring this plate back?

I clenched my jaw as tears streamed down my face.
My stupidity brought me here, if I would've been smarter I wouldn't be laying here right now.

I was desperate and scared. Jimin didn't come back after 20min so I figured he'd probably just leave me here and go to sleep.

As I started to get tired, my eyes closed from time to time. Until I finally fell asleep.

I woke up by the sound of a groan next to me as I looked up I saw Jimin laying beside me. I gazed at him in shock and realized that he had his arms around me. I weirdly moved my body trying to get his hands off of me. Since my hands were tied I couldn't really move the right way.

~Jimin's pov~

I woke up to the little moans that escaped
Min-yeon's mouth as she tried to get her handcuffs off.
I saw her trying to lift her body but failed, she didn't stop there though. She turned and twisted herself desperately, I raised a brow at her.
She wouldn't ever be able to get these cuffs off, I don't even know what she's trying.

But damn one thing was sure Min-yeon looked so hot handcuffed, how she pathetically tried to free herself, the way she rose her breast and her unsteady breathing was so arousing to me.
I knew she was scared but I didn't mind.
I wanted her to be scared of me, she should fear me. So she'd never dare to leave or betray me.
She is mine. Forever. And I'd rather kill her before giving her to anyone else.

~Min-yeon's pov~

I looked up to Jimin and saw that he was awake.
He stared at me without saying anything.
I looked away, not wanting him to see me blush.
"Untie me...please" I mumbled,
"It hurts right? The handcuffs so tight,
squishing your bloodstream, until your wrists are left in a painful red color. And the need to get them off but knowing you can't is even worse am I right?" He said calmly while he looked intensely at me.
"I-it does hurt..."
"It hurt me too when you tried to escape yesterday by calling your friend." He said in a serious tone.
"I'm sorry Jimin... it won't happen again." I said while on the edge of crying.

"Oh I'll make sure of it. Trust me."