TW: Murder, and possible torture-
Seokjin POV
"Aren't they cute, Namjoon? They way they struggle and plead for their lives." I giggle, running the blade over one of the girl's arms. She whimpers in fear and cowers against her friends. "I think I'll start....with the face. What do you think?"
"Do whatever you'd like, darling." Namjoon chuckles. "I'll sit back and watch, this time. I'm sure you can handle them."
I place a kiss to his cheek before he steps away from me. The three girls look over at my boyfriend for help, but he just smirks and sits.
"You know what you did, right?" I glance at the table of blades, looking for the perfect one.
"W-We didn't do anything!" One of her friend's shout.
"Did I give you permission to speak?!" I hold the knife to her throat. "No, I did not. Keep your mouth shut until you are told to answer. Now what did you do?"
"H-He asked for it!" The girl sobs.
"You raped that man when he was blackout drunk at a party. You denied everything when confronted. And you didn't get punished for your actions. Don't worry, sweetheart. I'll make you pay. I'll make you suffer for what you've done to that innocent man." Blinded by my anger, I shove the blade through her head. "Shit!"
I remove the blade from her skull and aggressively bring it back down onto her body. The girls beside her sob in fear, but I smile widely at the amount of blood dripping from her corpse.
"Aish, you're a mess." Namjoon mumbles, his hands gripping onto my waist. "A cute mess though."
"I know." I throw the blade into our bag. "I need a new one. Gun too."
He passes me the weapons but doesn't remove his hands from my body. "We'll have to burn your clothes. You can continue now."
I sigh and raise the gun, immediately lodging a bullet into the second girl's shoulder. She screams in pain and struggles against the rope. I roll my eyes and continue to shoot her. By the time I've finished, she has at least 15 bullet holes in her body.
"Make it quick, Seokjin. We need to leave." Namjoon says.
"Don't rush me!" I narrow my eyes. I grab a small ax from the bag and bring it down onto her arm, not stopping until all of her limbs are removed. "There. Now I'm finished."
"Perfect. Let's head home then, we need to clean up." Namjoon packs our weapons. I run my blood-covered hand trough my hair and grab my Polaroid camera to take a picture of the scene. I always do this, and keep it like a trophy.
"That was fun~!" I grin as I pack it away.
"You're cute when you're covered in blood." Namjoon passes me my bag of knives.
"Shut up and kiss me." I demand, and he obeys. He presses his lips to mine, clearly ignoring the blood that covers me.
"Home?"
"Home."
