Simon Says | NCT

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I clasp my mask in my hand, staring at my reflection in the mirror. I sighed at the look of me, preferring my masked face. Pulling the black mask over my head and fixing it in front of my eyes. I look back into the mirror and grin, 'Better.' Grabbing the tool bag, I lock my door quietly, making sure no one has caught sight of me. Once I'm sure nobody has seen me, I head to a random area, my black clothes camouflaging me with the black night sky.

Reaching to a random alley, I set up my tools on a table and wait for a victim to pounce on. A young woman in her mid-twenties walks by. 'Perfect.' I think to myself before sneaking behind the woman and grabbing her, immediately placing a cloth over her mouth. While dragging her, she kept trashing around which immensely annoyed me. I scoffed before jabbing a certain point in her neck, knocking her out. I puff, finally managing to set the woman on the floor and bound her hands and legs.

Waiting for a while, the woman finally wakes up, looking around in a daze. Once she sets her eyes on me, she lets out a shriek; yet not heard but muffled by the cloth tightly sealing her mouth. Realizing what is happening, she scoots backwards, bumping into a wall as I stalk to her like a predator. She whimpers quietly as I reach her frightened body. "Simon says shut the fuck up." I command, slowly pulling the cloth off her lips. The woman immediately quietens, fearing what I would if she didn't comply. "What's your name sweetheart?" I smile at her, gripping her jaw and stroking her cheek.

"M-M-Minjoo." The woman stutters out her name, looking everywhere but my eyes. "Simon says look into my eyes." I grip into her jaw tighter, signaling her to look at me. She winces as her eyes meet mine, fear and panic in her chocolate brown orbs. I chuckle and let go of her, walking back to my tool table. "Hmm... I think I'll spare you the trouble today." I bring a butcher knife out, checking to see if it's still in shape and that it has maintained its sharpness.

Minjoo trembles violently, the cloth that is wrapped once again on her mouth, shifting around her sweet little face. I walk back to her and stop. I crouch down and tangle my fingers in her hair, harshly pulling her head towards mind. She whimpers in pain and I grin at her. "Simon says... kiss me." I chime out my command, a bit too happily for what's going to happen next. Minjoo turns away but I glare at her, pulling on her ombré locks harder. "Simon said kiss me." I state firmly and try not to lose control. She gulps before placing her soft lips onto mine. I smile though the kiss, eagerly kissing her back with force. During the kiss, Minjoo feels a sharp sting in her torso. Dipping my tongue into her warm cavern, I smirk at the salty tears dripping down her cheeks.

After exploring her sweet cavern, I pull away from the kiss and Minjoo looks down to see the steely butcher knife plowed into her torso area. I laugh loudly and continue stabbing her repeatedly. She closes her eyes, dealing with the pain by draping her arm around her mouth. Salty tears flow like a waterfall before everything finally comes to an end. Minjoo's limp body remains in the same position as I pluck the butcher knife out of her body. I clean the weapon with her clothes and stuff it into my tool bag. I grab the red spray paint and head towards a wall.

Spraying the words 'Simon Says!' And 'Real Vibe Killer' as my signature, I smile, satisfied with today's outcome. I pack up the spray paint and pick up my tool bag, placing it on my shoulder. I go to Minjoo one last time and remove her arm, placing a chaste kiss on her cold, lifeless lips. "Thanks for the wonderful time Minjoo." I wave at her soon-to-be-rotting body before leaving and heading home.