Seven years later
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Seoul Institution For The Mentally Unfit and Challenged
"Inmate number fifty-two is having a guard change and check up. Officer Park and Officer So are heading to the cell."
Officer Park Changnam announced before bringing the female guard with him. Going through a heavily-guarded security checkpoint, the pair made their way up an elevator before walking to a metal door.
"So, is this inmate really dangerous or something? Why are secluded from everybody else and the most security than anyone else?"
Asking the taller male as she looked up to him, Changnam smiled to himself before nodding, "Yeah, she's crazy but I like her. I know she's killed a lot of people, but once you get to know her, she's kind of fun to hang around."
Squinting her eyes as she listened the man compliment the most feared inmate in the facility, the twenty-five year old female cleared her throat as they neared a large metal door. Knocking three times, the pair slipped on their gloves before walking into the metal cell.
Sitting in a corner in the dark room, the two officers made their way closer to the inmate while being careful.
"It is time for the annual check up Kim Heeyeon. We were given permission to check on you for any signs or irregularity or disease."
So Jihwa read off a paper before making her closer to the younger female. Remaining quiet as the Officer removed the bandage from her arm, a pair of dark eyes stared at Changnam before moving their gaze to the female in front of her.
"You look like me." The words quietly fell from Heeyeon's lips as Jihwa finished mending and covering the wound on her arm.
"Thank you, but I will not associate in a conversation with you."
Feeling her nerves begin to bubble up as she heard the convicted murderer speak to her, the black-haired Officer's voice faltered quickly grabbed her materials before stepping back to the entrance.
Turning her tinier figure around to stare at the two standing people in front of her, the female shot a loving smile to the sole male as the woman officer returned by her side, a flashlight and notebook in hand.
Staring straight into Jihwa's eyes, Heeyeon brought her hands up slowly to the uniform-clad female's eyes. Feeling a cold pair of fingers trail themselves on her neck, the black-haired officer was about to protest, but the only sound was a pained struggle before her head was violently twisted to the sides. Her neck had been violently snapped.
Standing up and making her way to the male officer, the orange-jumpsuit wearing female brought him in closer to the room, his arms immediately wrapping themselves around her waist as her's went around his neck.
"You love me, don't you?" Heeyeon asked as she embraced Changnam tightly. Pressing his lips onto the female's soft lips, the male nodded as their bodies grew closer together.
"Of course I do. Now that she's out of the way, we can finally be alone, together." Smiling in the kiss as she tightly grabbed the man's hair, Heeyeon brought Changam's waist closer, her hands quickly making their way to his belt.
Throughout the seven years she had been confined to this metal cell, Kim Heeyeon had been seducing and bringing Park Changnam under a spell she had planned since the beginning of her life sentence. She had ingrained the thought of them being together after her 'release' and how they will live a peaceful life outside.
Deepening the kiss as she found what she needed, the female grinded her hips into his as he spoke with a deep voice, "We can be together, forever--"
Before the male could finish, electric currents spread through his body as he shook violently and fell to the ground. Holding his taser with a sinister smile, Heeyeeon let out relieved breath before moving over to Jihwa's still body.
"It's a good thing that we both have black hair. Finally, they hired someone who looks like me. Finally."
She smirked before taking her jumper off and swapped her one-piece it with the woman's police uniform and giving the female her clothes. Dragging the body to a small bed in the corner of the room, she made sure that her features matched Jihwa's to a key before brushing her hair with a compact brushed before shaking Changnam awake.
"Hey, wake up!" The female shook the officer awake before helping him stand tall, "Are you okay? I turn around to see you on the floor." Looking around confused, the male massaged his jaw as his senses slowly came back to him.
"I'm fine, just my back hurts. How's she doing?" Changnam pointed at the still body in the corner.
"I gave her the medication, so she should be knocked out until five." He looked at his watch before leading the way out of the cell. Walking behind the tall male, Heeyeon hid her small smile as they walked down to the main level.
"Inmate fifty-two is accounted for. Her medication was given to her so she should be asleep until five o'clock. I think I'm going to clock out for now." Heeyeon, or 'Jihwa' stretched her arms before placing the clipboard back on the wall.
"You should leave now, you've been here since nine last night. You deserve a long rest rest."
The Head Guard patted the female's shoulders before she made her way to the woman's locker room. Finding the owner's locker, she thanked her luck that there weren't any locks as she swapped the uniform for Jihwa's clothes.
Grabbing the bag and car keys, Heeyeon covered her eyes with sunglasses before making her way out of the large facility. Walking down the long path, she flashed the Security Guard her badge before making her way to the parking lot.
Locating her latest victim's vehicle, the two-faced maniac let out a relieved breath as she started the car, a menacing loud blaring through the car as it roared to life. Reversing and driving her way out of the jail property, Kim Heeyeon- Or by her real name, Hong Hwayoung let out an excited yell as she was roaming free.
"I'm free. Now the game resumes."
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end of part one.
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