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"P-Please, stop!"
The chains around her tightened. Her screams echoed through out the empty warehouse.
"Sweetheart, didn't I tell you not to say anything? You shouldn't anger your creator even more than you already have."
That charming but sickening smile of his frightened her even more.
"I-I'm sorry, ple—"
He yanked the chain closer to him, almost suffocating the female who sat in the chair before him.
"Sorry my ass, Irene. You let the fool get away! We were so close,"
He walked towards her and harshly grabbed her face, making her neck ache due to the strain.
"So close to killing that wretched man, yet you just had to let your pathetic emotions burden you!"
He spat at her, shoving her face away with great strength, walking away from her afterwards. That did it. She couldn't take it anymore. Without thinking, she screamed back.
"I can't help it, Jungkook! It's not my fault I'm living! It's not my fault that I'm human!"
The male stopped upon suddenly hearing his pet answer back. A wide grin was plastered onto his face. An idea popped into his psychotic mind.
"No, Irene. It's mine. I'm your creator right?"
That soft tone of his pushed her fear even further.
"Silly me. I've made another mistake, haven't I? I guess I'll have to clean up and start over, right Irene?"
One hand behind his back, he approached her ever so slowly. Standing directly in front of her, he leaned forward. His warm breath hit her ear, making her shiver.
Jungkook carefully kissed her neck, leaning in closer. The girl tried to suppress the noises from deep within her. She wasn't going to give in. Not again.
"I hope you haven't forgotten, Irene. I can erase you the same way I created you."
With her distracted, he plunged the needle into her neck, injecting its contents into her blood. Irene let out ear piercing cries.
For he had nothing left to do there, he silently walked away. Just as he exited the lone building, his victim's shrieks died down, no longer audible.
A feeling of satisfaction arose within the man, as he entered his car. He looked at the now deathly quiet structure, smiling one last time, driving off down the desolate road. A small chuckle escaped his lips, replaying the last seven minutes in his head.
"It was nice but, our playtime is over. Goodbye, my little Irene."
