Kpop Imagines

Lisa

"Craig, do you really think I'd fall for it?" Lisa looked at the bag of coffee beans in disdain.

The drug dealer gave her a wry smile. "I thought you were high, bruh. Didn't think you'd see the difference."

"I'm not high enough to not understand the difference between coffee beans and heroin. You should've replaced it with talc or something. Anyway, do you have the real gunk?" 

"Hmm, yeah I do." The pudgy 30-something man was dressed in a floral shirt, and khaki pants, definitely not looking like a drug dealer. He placed the American cigarette to his lips, blowing out a puff of smoke in a few moments. He looked at Lisa.

"Who's the victim today?" The restless teenager asked. Craig smirked on the inside knowing that he had done this to her. Once a good girl, Lisa had been exposed to drugs only because of Craig. He felt a certain satisfaction knowing that she was dependent on what he sold. She was dependent on him. He loved the very fact that he was capable of ruining someone's life, and even so, they remain thankful to him.

"That one." He pointed across the room. Another teenager sat on a dilapidated wooden chair, tied up. She struggled against the tight ropes. 

"Let me go!" She screamed. 

Her pleas were ignored. Lisa turned to Craig. "How's things going with your girlfriend?"

"Great. She loves me, you know. I might be a bad person here, but you gotta remain loyal to the one you love." He replied. Lisa nodded. 

"Where's the gun?" 

Craig handed her his revolver gun.

Lisa snatched the gun from his hand, growing more restless by the minute, just wanting some heroin in her veins. She adjusted her black leather jacket. 

"Here's the cigarette." Craig handed her the cigarette.

Lisa nodded, and breathed in from the cigarette. She held the smoke in her lungs, walking towards the girl, who was now quiet, frightened. Lisa breathed out the smoke onto her face, causing their captive to cough. 

'She's a smoke virgin, wow.' Thought Craig. He walked towards the girl, and stood behind her chair.

"Shoot!" Craig ordered. Lisa took her gun, and aimed at the girl, who said nothing.

The girl had glossy brown hair, big eyes, and pink cheeks.

Craig wouldn't necessarily call himself a paedophile, because he was, by no means, attracted to these young girls. He only liked seeing them dead. Knowing that he had caused it. That's the only thing he had asked from Lisa, in exchange for the drugs. No money, no sex. Just to shoot other young people like herself. Young blood killing young blood, what could be more entertaining?

He particularly liked the way Lisa killed. She would take a puff from a cigarette, blow it on the victim. Craig would stand behind the captive, and Lisa would shoot, directly in the heart. The blood would spill out on Craig's shirt, and he instantly felt more elevated than any drug could ever make him feel.

The girl shivered, but said nothing.

'Unusual.' Thought Craig, since he was used to hearing desperate cries and pleas.

Lisa smiled, the way she usually does, before she fired.

A loud shot was heart, echoing in the dark room.

"Sorry, Craig." Lisa walked to Craig, whom she had just shot, on his shoulder.

"Lisa!" He held his shoulder in pain. "Why did you shoot me?"