possessive

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Jisung followed the female from a distance, already knowing what he was going to do.

When he got closer to her he grabbed his pocketknife, ready to pounce. Jisung waited until she passed an alleyway. He covered her mouth and pulled her into the dark place.

He loved the way the girl struggled against his grip and how she tries to scream for help. It sent a spark of joy through his system. He smiled wickedly as he dragged the struggling body further into the darkness.

He leaned in closer to the female's ear, his breath sending shivers down her spine. ¨Don't you dare mess with my Minnie anymore, he is mine and forever will be.¨ Was the last thing the girl heard before she felt a cold metal slide over her throat.

Jisung slightly saw the dark liquid glide over her milky skin. He threw her body on the ground, letting the blood pool under her. Even though Jisung already killed the girl. He still didn't have enough.

He crouched next to the girl and wiped a strand of hair off of her face. He lifted his arm that had the knife and harshly brought it back to make contact with the girl's skin.

He giggled at the sight in front of him. He took the knife out of her chest and stood up. He took the small lighter he always had in his pocket and flicked it on. He carelessly threw the lighter on the lifeless body.

He watched as the flames start to eat away the girl's clothes and part of her skin.

Han Jisung walked out of the dark alleyway as if nothing ever happened. He, of course, was cautious of his surroundings.

It was really quiet in the apartment once he arrived. He went past Felix's room and smiled at the small snores he heard. Jisung went into the bathroom, when he stared at himself in the mirror he saw that he was covered in blood.

Jisung only shrugged and took off his clothes and hopped in the shower, being as quiet as possible to not wake up Felix.