Soft rustling of plastic followed by the loud crunch of wafers echoed in the large interaction room as Jongin stared at the officer in amusement. She wasn't worried or anxious like the women he previously encountered. They all gasped, stuttered, fiddled with anything their fingers could touch. This woman, however, surprised him.

"I haven't had a bite to eat since my shift this morning," She explained, devouring another mouthful of the chocolate flavoured treat. "so, excuse me." The sides of her mouth and the edges of her uniform were covered in wafer crumbs. She was messy.

Jongin never believed women could be that disgusting.

"Officer, how much longer do I have to sit like this? I don't like these chains." He shook his wrists to jangle the chains restricting his arms and legs. This officer didn't interest him. She didn't exude the fun he looked for in a potential victim.

Jongin liked it when they were inconfident and vulnerable, when he could be sure of manipulating them or making them laugh, when he knew they'd trust him in the blink of an eye, when he knew he had them in the palm of his hand.

"Do you like cream puffs?" She asked him, a cheerful smile etched on her face. She really ticked him off.

"Yes, I do. Give it to me." He instantly replied, his signature warm smile immediately stretched across his lips. He would play along her little game, if that was what she wanted.

What followed was a stubborn competition of who could smile the widest. The officer ripped the wrapper off another treat from her bunch and handed it to him.

Jongin smiled in gratitude. "Officer, I don't want to offend you, but I don't like your perfume." He commented, still smiling.

"I know." She started, dabbing her lips with a tissue paper, wiping it clean. It missed a smear of cream on her chin and Jongin's eyes lingered there for longer than he intended. It irked him to no end. The insides of his nails felt awful, his palms were getting sweaty and nausea was kicking in. It reminded him of finger nails being dragged against a chalkboard. The screeching sound, the engraved white mark, the unexplainable irritation.

Why wouldn't she just wipe it off? It was so filthy. How could a woman fall that low?

Still, Jongin knew he was better than that. "Something here." He pointed at his chin with a strained smile.

Jongin didn't accept defeat. Never against a woman.

The officer ignored him and fixated her gaze on the pastel pink mochi between her rough, callused fingers, then pressed until it was disfigured. Instead of eating it at once, she bit halfway through it. The mere sight was so dirty that Jongin couldn't help closing his eyes, his breathing slowly coming off ragged, fingers trembling.

He wondered how long he could hold this back.

"I'll visit you everyday." She announced, finishing off her meal with terrible table manners. "With snacks, if I may add. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Could she have been internally laughing at him all along?

"I want to leave." Jongin said through gritted teeth, traces of heavy breathing evident in his voice. He didn't know what was going wrong either.

Everything about this officer was sick. The strong male perfume he could smell off her, the long distance between her legs as she sat on the chair across him, the muddy edges of her shoes, the rough texture of her hands, it was all so deathly disgusting.

Then, she drove him to the edge of his sanity. She washed down all that food with a large can of soda, then burped like a chimney. Loud enough for the entire asylum to hear. Jongin snapped and what followed was his loud scream of frustration. He lunged at the officer with his hands enough to stop her loud breath at every inhale and exhale. Before he could even touch her, two other officers held him back while he resisted, jumped, yelled, scratched and made several futile attempts at breaking free.

He had never wanted to kill anyone this much.

The officer stood up, dusted her hands and turned to leave. The corner of her lip lifted into a smirk. "If you only knew I wore this perfume especially for you." She mumbled.

It was Jongin's turn to begin suffering.