Hostage [jensoo]

bullets

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*jennie's a kinky bitch 😂😂*

Jisoo turned around, grasping on to her towel tightly. The last thing she'd want is to be killed while naked.

But no one was there.

Despite hearing a gasp and footsteps, no one was behind her.

The room was still, but the open window rattled the curtains. Her heart beating fast, Jisoo called out.

"Is anyone there?"

If no one truly was, she must of looked like an idiot right now.

She held on to the wall, stepping foot in the kitchen. The TV was on, but somehow everything seemed unusually quiet. She held her breath when the floorboards made a squeak.

"I'll call the police on you!" She yelled out.

"You can't if you're dead." A long, skinny arm slithered its way across Jisoo's neck, the other hand holding a gun up to her head.

A warm breath layered itself along Jisoo's neck as she screamed out in fear. Her heart racing a mile a minute, she tried to think up escape plans. She worried what would happen if the gun was triggered, she worried about the pain.

"Oh shut up!" The voice sounded annoyed, feminine, and young. The arm was dressed in the exact same material Jennie Kim wore in her mugshot.

It was Jennie fucking Kim.

"Please don't hurt me! Oh my god!" She screamed again as the arm grew tighter along her neck, trying to breathe in shallow breaths, but it was too difficult.

The girl spun around, and landed in front of Jisoo, arms crossed.

And sure enough, it was Jennie Kim staring back at her.

"I need to stay here." The criminal said through clenched teeth. She had an innocent face, soft like buttercream. Her lips were a deep shade of red, and her hair a silky brunette.

"W-what?"

"I said I need to stay here." She lifted up her gun, her eyebrow raised. She didn't even have trembling hands, immune to fear, bulletproof.

"I'll call the police on you!" Jisoo let the words escape from her mouth, knowing it would give her karma big time. Afraid of every move the criminal could make, she had to just stand there, in a bath towel.

Jennie grabbed Jisoo's hair, pulling towards her.

"Excuse me? Do you want a bullet through your head?"

"N-no!"

"That's what I thought." She let go of Jisoo's hair, slapping her across the face. She had a kinky outfit on, making her seem truly older than she was. Sky high heels, she towered over poor Jisoo.

"Sit!" Jennie ordered, treating Jisoo like a dog. The older girl scrambled to the ground, her heart racing. "Good girls get rewarded, so you better behave." She was tapping her gun, just in case Jisoo made any moves.

"Now, I want to ask you a few questions."

Jisoo played with her fingers, she had trouble looking Jennie in the eye, but she remained contact anyways.

"Do you live alone?"

Jisoo wondered if she should tell or not. She didn't want her mother to be in danger.

"Yes." She lied, afraid if Jennie could tell.

"Good." Jennie paced Jisoo in a circle, thinking of her next move. "I need to stay here. You live out in the suburbs and I can't risk too much."

Jisoo made a face. "What? No! This is my house, go back to prison or whatever." But Jisoo had spoke too soon for her to change her thoughts.

"Excuse me?" Jennie pulled Jisoo up by her hair, slamming her against the wall and slithering her long fingers to Jisoo's neck. "You will listen to me, mkay? I'm going to stay here whether you like it or not."

Jisoo made an effort to nod, but Jennie was choking her and she couldn't say much.

"You like this too much." Jennie lifted her fingers from Jisoo's neck. "Dirty slut."

"Oh, I'm the dirty slut? Look at you!" Jisoo pointed at Jennie's outfit, trying to catch her breath. Jisoo's neck was a dark purple, and Jennie smirked at the color, clearly happy to be back to her old ways.

"Watch your mouth." Jennie proceeded into the kitchen, searching through the fridge and pantries. "I haven't had real food in years. Jail really fucks you up. What can I have?"

Jisoo, taken aback by the question, responded with anything, and proceeded to watch the criminal eat.

She ate nearly everything, even the steak her mom had made for dinner.

Her mom. Jisoo had forgot she still had to deal with her mom.

"You should go get changed, darling." Jennie said through mouthfuls of ice cream.

"Oh, uh yeah. I will."

Jisoo was afraid to leave Jennie downstairs alone, but she did anyways. Changing into casual clothes, she brushed her hair. Looking back at someone who had a criminal in their home. She couldn't believe it.

But then the garage door opened.

And Jisoo's mom was home.