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"Guys think I'm going to be heading out."
"What? Really? It's only a little past midnight."
"Yeah (Y/n), didn't you say you wanted to unwind?"
All of you friends not just Meg and Feng, gave you these pouty faces with lots of guilt tripping. It was the none malicious kind, they were just having fun and didn't want it to stop so soon. However, you reminded them that you had classes tomorrow at 2pm to attend. It was basically the only reason you agreed to go out to this club and get smashed on a weekday.
Besides even they know all of you have been here for 3 maybe 4 hours. Doing everything from drinking delicious alcohol with reckless abandon, to dancing with each other and random guys, and they had some really good wings here. Of which you of course chowed down on and at the moment everything inside your stomach was coexisting just fine.
"I'm not to drunk at the moment either, so I can make my way home just fine. You guys can stay though, I know most of you have night classes." They didn't really want you to go alone but also just wanted the party to continue. You assured them you were a big girl and that grabbing a taxi or maybe calling an Uber would be a fast and safe way to get home.
After that they felt more relived and helped you make sure you had all the essentials. You had a small white and black checkered purse to go with your white dress. Inside should of been your wallet, phone, house keys and a couple of other things. All were accounted for along with your cash and credit cards, so you hugged everyone and wished them one final good night before stepping outside.
There were no Taxi's nearby and the nearest Uber drive was over 45mins away. With a frustrated sigh you began to walk. If you had a decent pace maybe you could walk back to your apartment in that time. Your legs might hurt later, but at least you were wearing sensible flat shoes and not high heels. Not to mention it was a nice night, with a cool wind and a lovely moon high in the sky.
"I wonder if I should give that last guy I danced with a little call after my class?" This question was softly hummed to yourself, while you thought about the nice chemistry you seemed to have. He said his name was Alex and he was a few years older but that was something you didn't mind.
He was a nice man, tall and lanky with short well kept facial hair. His beard had tickled your skin when he was rumbling into your ear. No kiss or anything particularly sexual was shared between you but you felt that small spark.
While your thoughts were consumed with a possible romance, soon you realized you were standing at an intersection waiting to walk across with a few other people. That's when you realized a man with some fantastic lavender hair was standing to your right. Honestly his brightly colored coat is what caught your attention first but his unnatural hair color became your focus.
He was just a bit taller than yourself, slim but definitely in shape. You began to wonder if he was a male model, that was just how attractive and eye catching you found his appearance to be. Just as you were starting to realize how rude staring was, he turned enough to reveal a very focused and bright pair of yellow eyes.
There was something absolutely piercing about his gaze. Even his facial structure was so well defined. His thin lips curved up as soon as you forced your eyes away. Because he could tell your face was becoming red, and he thoroughly enjoyed in a jubilant type of way that he could draw your attention like he was center stage without a word.
Though you too had caught his attention, you were not his prey tonight. Your screams would probably invigorate him but he had his sights set on another woman whom deserved death before the night was over. So once the light for the crosswalk was lit, he began walking casually along with everyone else till he had disappeared quickly from your sight around the next corner.
There was a bit of disappointment on your face, because you were ever so curious about him. Even he seemed aware that he was quite attractive, which is why you thought he might be a model or maybe an actor. Along with the buzz you still had inside your head, you couldn't help but smile and feel like today had been a great day.
About 15 minutes later, you found a bench next to a little lake and decided to take a small break. Despite telling your friends you needed to get home, you were not honestly in all to much of a hurry. It was only maybe 30mins past midnight, so even if you didn't get home till maybe 2am you would definitely still be able to get a good 6-8 hours of sleep.
Since you didn't want to lounge forever, after maybe 5 or so minutes you got up and began walking again. There was a smile on your face as you stepped along the embankment and enjoyed the sheen of the water. You weren't exactly right next to the lake but that was okay. Soon you noticed a small bridge, knowing if you crossed it might cut your time to get home by about 10 or so minutes.
Just as you were about to start crossing did an odd wet crunch pause your movement. Your eyes looked left and right before doing a slow spin. There was a couple further down the path that you couldn't see all that well, but you didn't really think it came from that direction. As you started to shake your head, something slammed to the ground nearly making you jump out of your skin.
Through process of quick and panicky elimination, you realized it might be coming from bellow the bridge. Thinking maybe someone was hurt, you slid slowly down the side along the concrete wall and peaked under into the shadows...to become immediately horrified.
A sense of Deja vu was first to take over your senses because a bright kind of yellow came into view. However, splotches of red were eerily illuminated by the glow of the moon. A chill slid down your spine as you stared as if frozen at the mangled body of a woman with brown messy hair.
Everything about her was in disarray from her bloody nose and mouth, to the crack in her skull, and even her limbs were positioned at some very abnormal angles. The moment you realized the truth of the grotesque imagery in front of you, bile bubbled deep inside your abdomen. Just as you were about to wretch every single thing you'd consumed in the hours prior...a playful laugh had your head jerking up.
Immediately your eyes rose in recognition, it had only been about 20 or so minute since you'd last seen him at he crosswalk. His golden eyes were much more vibrant than before, his face splotched with blood and yet a smirk splayed very proudly. Without thinking you began to back up but the moment he spoke set your fight or flight instincts alive.
"I was just thinking you might be the one that got away. You missed my performance, don't worry though you are the encore."
Even if his words weren't exactly threatening, you knew they meant you harm and immediately turned tail and practically flew back up the embankment. Mystery man gave chase and you could of sworn he began lobbing throwing knives at you. All of them missing because it was so dark and not so much you ability to dodge because you were just fearfully running in a straight line.
If this had been any other time of day or maybe just not right after drinking rather heavily, you may of been able to actually gain some distance. However, you stumbled through the darkness shaking your head over and over, wishing that this was a nightmare and you'd soon wake up covered in a cold sweat from how real everything felt.
Reality was very cruel though. The man behind you cackling up a storm and becoming more thrilled by the second. Specially when a knife grazed your elbow, the back of your leg, and whizzed right by your face leaving the most faintest but searing red mark on your cheek. There were tears in your eyes and adrenaline running through your system but had long lost your sense of direction and now your only goal was to escape.
At some point you looked back and could no longer see him, but could hear his footsteps. With a greedy gulp of air, you darted into the forest and whirled around a few tree's till you found a big enough one to crouch down and hide behind. Silent tears warmed your cheeks and your hand was pressed hard against your lips begging yourself to not air a single sound.
Seconds ticked by, while sweat formed on your brow and painful heart beats racked against your chest. Soon it felt like at least two maybe three minutes had passed. No longer could you hear anything. No foot steps, no laughing, not even your own breathing. All you could do was hope he'd gone past your hiding spot.
There was no way you could start running again, not to mention how much your eyes were starting to blur. The mixture of alcohol and chicken wings inside your stomach not sitting well anymore sense you decided to become a marathon runner. That mixed in with the brutally murdered body of that poor woman...you were on the verge of barfing up a literal rainbow.
Maybe he got spooked? Saw another person nearby?
I have no idea why I just didn't scream my head off...
Running was just all I could think about. Maybe I should call the police?
It was a miracle you even remembered you had a phone. Just as you were opening up your purse, did something fly right in front of your nose. Next thing you know a fancy blue and pink knife is buried in the back of your hand. A scream like no other riles from your throat, the pain causing you to immediately drop your phone to the ground.
"Ah, that's it. I knew you wouldn't disappoint." In the blink of an eye he was directly in front of you and giving you a swift kick to the stomach. Another scream tickles his skin, while you spit up having completely lost the air in your lungs. To his surprise you do claw at his face when he bends down managing to shove him just a few inches away.
However, you don't even have enough time to stand up and only get barreled to the ground by his entire body a few seconds later. "I think it's time for a nap. I hope you'll be more docile when you wake up. I think we can create some wonderful music together." His oddly charming voice rang inside your head, those the last words you would hear before a cloth is placed over your mouth and nose. Your world soon becoming a foggy dark mess.
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The next time your eyes open, you expect the familiar warmth of your blankets and the soft cotton of your pillows. However, the first thing you notice is a very dark room. Followed by the pounding inside your head and the incredibly dry feeling of your lips as you let out a groan of frustration.
Then you remember getting drunk and shake your head. There is some aspirin in your nearby bathroom but after sitting up you quickly realize that you can't move one of your arms very far. It also feels like there is something cold and heavy around your neck.
In quick succession you realize there you're wearing a metal collar and a cufflink around your wrist keeping you bound to an unfamiliar bed. Panic is almost instant, but your struggling comes to an abrupt stop when you realize the wound on the back of your hand has been bandaged. That's when it dawns on you why you feel so much more fatigued than you should from a night of drinking.
"Good morning. Glad to see you're awake." In walks the monster of a man from the night before, looking as attractive as you remember. Specially since he's all cleaned up and there is not even a single spec of blood on his skin or clothes. As if it was a question you asked he explains that he brought you to one of his recording studios, you're just in the basement
Your entire body shivers as he casually makes his way towards you and actively enjoys your fear while watching you cower away from him as far as the chains will allow. Even the bottle of water he tries to offer gets slapped out of his hand, while you scream at him to let you go. All your threats are baseless but the severity of your situation hasn't sunk in yet.
"That's very mean of you (Y/n). I'm trying to be nice. Since you drank so much and probably have a headache."
Your eyes rose in astonishment. "Who...? What did you...?" Each of your questions were met with a chuckle and toothy grin. Then you watched him place down your white purse and it dawns on you that he's most likely seen your license. So now not only does he know your name but where you live.
"I also figured you were out clubbing because of your nice dress." Those words make you realize that you had ran from him in an outfit that wasn't the best for movement. After glancing down you realize it's not so white anymore, dirt and grass stains here and there. Even some faint traces of blood.
Next thing you know his hand is against your knee and humming that the first time he saw you he thought you looked rather nice. Luckily and to his own glee you start freaking out and trying to push at his chest immediately. There is barely enough slack for the chain on your wrist to allow just this smidge of movement.
"Get a-away from me! Don't touch me!"
"I like it when they scream." He snickers, causing the most delicious look of horror to cross your trembling face. His statement caught you so off guard he easily shoved you down against the bed and held your wrists against the headboard of the bed. As soon as he started leaning forward you thought he might kiss you but he actually licked the scratch he had given your face.
"You can struggle and cry all you want, this room is sound proof." There was such a demonic expression on his face that you wondered if this man was even human. He must of been a practiced serial killer because he made it impossible for you to even dream of escape or having someone hear your cries for help.
As soon as a couple of tears dripped down your face, he began licking them away. The sensation of his tongue giving your entire body chilly goosebumps. Oddly enough he began to cou as if trying to comfort you. Even more discombobulating was the shuddering sensation of him kissing your neck and using his teeth to yank the ridge of your ear.
His hand was starting to wonder up the short length of your dress, and was just about to touch the thin cloth of your panties when a jingle from his back pocket had him pausing. He sighed in frustration, leaning up so he could pull out his phone. His yellow eyes narrowed, glancing to you before patting your cheek and telling you to behave while he paced out of the room.
Despite the fact that your mind was racing, you felt so drained and you'd just woken up. You could still feel the touch of his hand on your inner thigh and the slimy sensation of his tongue against your cheek. This was even after viciously wiping your entire face off dozens of times. Your skin was just absolutely crawling and it was clear he brought you hear for some recreational fun.
It took several minutes maybe even an hour before you just decided that you needed a drink of water and couldn't be bothered to care if it was poisoned. All that mattered to your tongue was its cold temperature and soothing sensation. After that you took in your new room since he'd switched on the lights earlier when he entered.
The space was pretty small, minimum walking area and the only big thing the bed in the middle. Of course there were no windows and the only door the one the mystery man had entered and left through. Even if you weren't chained to the bed there was a 100% the door was locked in at least two different ways.
Eventually he did come back with a bit of food as a peace offering. Within the next hour you learned his name was Ji-Woon Hak and he was an idol in Korea. You knew he was a very attractive Asian man but damn you'd only stereotyped him as a model. Even you had to shake your head at your own inwardly joke.
Because you felt like you had to respond you did have a relatively normal-ish conversation about how you'd listen to some k-pop before but only a few and no soloists. He was intrigued to learn you'd listened to some groups like Twice, Red Velvet, Exo, Ateez, and the nearly universally popular BTS.
(Tell me some groups you like if not some of the ones I listed above :D I'd be happy to see those comments)
Ji-Woon seemed liked like a volatile man, because while it was clear he had no intention of letting you go sometimes he came back to you in high spirits. Other times he would pace back in forth in your room with the a sour expression on his face. Though his touch was very forceful, he hadn't caused you much harm...yet.
Days turned into weeks and though he brought you food and the occasional book to read, it was hard to tell what he wanted from you exactly. Seemed like he just liked having a captive audience in meaning entirely. Then it felt like he wanted a woman to dominate, because he had groped your entire body and even shoved his tongue down your throat a few times at this point.
Soon though his intentions for bloodshed became well known. He hadn't even acknowledged the wound he gave your hand or any of the other scars he gave since the lick he gave the one on your face. However, now regardless of his mood he will march right into the room that has become your cell and yank your arm forward and give you several small cuts just to watch the blood ooze down your skin.
Honestly up to that point you'd become quite accustomed to talking to him and enjoyed listening to him sing. He was quite narcissistic but you'd fooled yourself into thinking maybe your life could become more romantic and you'd be some live in never allowed to leave girlfriend.
That fantasy was broken when he held you down, and sliced up both of your arms with dozens of small cuts. Your cries made him even more jubilant and even when you managed to slap him across the face and kick him off the bed...he was quite pleased. More than once has he mentioned how exciting a feisty woman is.
"That's it (Y/n), don't give in to easily. Try not to damage my face though, my image is sacred in the idol industry." He spoke like you were having the smallest of couple fights. That your argument could be fixed with some simple communication. In the end he left you sobbing, covered in cuts and bleeding.
Your life may of not been perfect and though you knew what depression felt like had never felt the complete soul crushing dread Ji-Woon gave you. The man was a demon wearing a human exo-skin. You thought maybe after being here so long he might care or catch feelings, but if he can carve you up like a pumpkin and just laugh...he might be devoid of empathy.
Today was also the one day in the week wear he gave you more freedom. Which only meant there were no chains around your neck or wrists. You'd already confirmed the door was locked and he never gave you anything sharper than a toothbrush. So there was no real way to pick the lock or forge a weapon to harm him.
With anxiety inside your chest, you whimpered your way over to the bathroom. This was also your one day to take a shower or bath, whichever you desired he didn't care. Oddly enough you had all the essentials provided for you. Small bottles of both shampoo and conditioner, a bar of lilac purple soap, and even skin lotion. Ji-Woon seemed to be obsessed with image.
You must of soaked in the bathtub for over an hour, carefully trying to not get your new open wounds wet before finally getting out and drying off. Looking at the clothes you grabbed you could only frown because they were cute, he'd gone out of his way to get stuff in your size, and yet now you realize how much of a doll you're to him.
Even the lingerie is in your size and that just reminds you of how into your body he is. Thinking about how he's dragged his hands all over, seen your nude curves, and has even given you a few orgasms....brings arrhythmia to your heart. At least you haven't had sex yet or in this case been raped...though it's clear you give him heavy sexual desire.
When you walked out of the bathroom and saw him sitting there, you nearly had a heart attack. Immediately you hid behind the door and started having a panic attack. He listened to you beg and plead with him to go away, and all he did was hum and swing his fingers back and forth as if directing an orchestra.
"Don't worry (Y/n), I didn't bring my knives with me. I brought a first aid kit let me treat your wounds." There was a lot more crying, as he forced you to come out with the threat of not bringing you any food if you didn't listen to him. When you were finally at his side, sniffles and whimpers were all you offered him as he disinfected every wound carefully.
"There we go all bandaged up. Give me a kiss."
For a moment you stared at him dubiously as if you didn't hear him correctly. Ji-Woon, however was all smiles and took both of your hips into his hands just so he could yank you onto his lap. One of his hands slid up the back of your shirt, while the other dipped down the back of your pants. You were completely unprepared for the assault on your body, which is why you yelped out rather shyly when he kissed at the right side of your neck.
"Mhm, that's right. Be a good girl for me. I know you like the way I touch you." Even if you didn't want his words to be true, your body responded appropriately. The edge of his lips gave you the most delightful of tingles. Specially with the either caress up your spine and the sensation of your cheeks being squeezed quite furtively.
Because you wanted to believe in his tender touch, both of your own arms had slunk around his neck just to hold him close. His warm lips curved up wickedly, enjoying how easy you were to manipulate. Though he wasn't pretending to like your womanly curves, which is why he pulled back and mouthed the words 'kiss me' to you again.
Even though he hadn't uttered a sound, that glimmering sharp eyed expression possessed enough threat to make you do whatever he wanted. All it took was a breath and one of your hands curving up through his silky purple hair before your lips were connected. In seconds your tongues began coexisting and whirling passionately. The sensation creating butterflies in your stomach, because that was how deeply you desired this to be a romance.
"Ji-Woon please...I c-can't breathe..." Quickly he sucked all the air from your lungs and didn't seem to care that you were actively struggling to push him away. He didn't bother stopping or slowing down till you began drooping into his frame, no energy left inside your body.
Finally you separated and he enjoyed how your head immediately careened over his shoulder, the soft weight of your chest pressing into his own. The way you were panting right into his ear gave him a wanting chill down his spine, which also bubbled that desire to see you bleed and cry his name once again.
Despite having a very manic personality, he knew even if he tortured you right now you were to drained to give him the reactions he desired. So he simply hummed a nice song into your ear, petting up and down your backside. Maybe he even played with some of your hair, while you worked up the courage to ask him for something to eat.
"Alright Kitty, what would you like?" He kissed your forehead and even if you knew his affection was a lie you didn't care anymore. You let him pet you like his personal pet, while thinking of something to ask for. In the end, you just asked for pizza wanting it to be simple. Even he said that sounded good and left after packing up the first aid kit.
Your mood immediately plummeted after he left. Because now you were back in the reality that Ji-Woon had enjoyed slicing you to pieces. There were more than 20 cuts combined on both of your arms. Soon you'd realize that no part of your body was safe from his knife and would basically start living your life covered in red scars.
That night when he came back, he had the visage of a perfect boyfriend honestly. Not only did he bring a large pizza for you to share, but also cheese sticks and a mini chocolate lava cake. He knew you liked lemonade after being with him for so long so that's what he got to drink. If you weren't painfully aware of your captivity and the scars, it would of been a blissful night of watching movies.
Days began to pass again and sometimes he would come to you with normal conversation. He liked to hear himself talk and even performed for you every so often. Ji-Woon would tell you about his music career and how each of his shows or promotions were going. Then there would be days he'd demand complete obedience and even if you complied he would not leave till you had several actively bleeding wounds.
You'd gotten so used to looking like a mummy, that you began to wonder if any of your skin at this point was unblemished. There is a rough guess inside your head that you've been held captive for close to two months. Maybe a little less, all you really have to rely on is your biological clock and the occasional cue he'll give you with 'good morning' or 'it's late time for bed' remarks.
One day you awoke feeling incredibly lethargic to the point you couldn't even lift your arms. Both of your eyes fluttered trying to blink away what you assumed just to be sleepiness. However, it only took a few moments to realize that both wrists and ankles were chained to your bed. There was nothing around your neck but your entire body had been completely immobilized.
"Ji-Woon...."
"I'm right here." He stepped out from the shadows, like they were clouding your mind. There was a grin prominently displayed on his face and an excited glimmer behind his alluring gold eyes. Your lips parted but paused when he took out his phone and began taking a bunch of pictures.
"Ji-Woon, w-what are you doing? Please don't t-take pictures..."
"You look so lovely though (Y/n). I brushed your hair, put on a little bit of make-up for you, and picked out this very sexy dress for you to wear."
Honestly you stare at him agape, wondering why he wanted you to get all dolled up. Though when you looked down the dark royal blue dress fit your curves nicely displaying an enticing amount of cleavage and you can even tell there is a huge slit on one side. It's a beautiful color and outfit in general, but why has he bound you in place?
"I know from the years in the industry that everyone on stage needs to look their best, so the performance can be remembered for eternity." Both of his hands gesture widely indicating that the bed is where all of todays entertainment will be taking place. That nothing will get in the way of his art and the pictures will help him remember forever.
"I also slipped a muscle relaxant and sleeping pills into your drink last night. As much as I like your tenacity, today you will just be my docile kitten. Screaming and moaning till I'm completely satisfied."
Your cheeks became a well defined rosy red and yet at the same time your eyes pleaded with him to not hurt you. At this point you couldn't stop him from taking your body, and honestly didn't really want to but if you could ask for one thing...you would want it to be romantic and slow no pain involved.
That wasn't exactly what he wanted. Though you'd soon find out he did want to go slow, to enjoy your every micro expression to it's fullest. Make sure your body knew it belonged to him and at the end of it all he would have your heart. Then if you were given an opportunity to escape, you would actively choose to stay with him.
A crooked smile slithered onto his face as he pulled out one of his many knives from his back pocket with showmanistic flare. He then climbed into bed and over your body placing himself directly between your spread legs. He hummed that tune that was always inside his head before leaning down to start the show with a startling kiss.
The sensation of his lips felt deceptively nice, so you let yourself fall in to his sway. Once you parted he tiptoed a couple of pecks along your jaw and chin. Then all of a sudden there was a sharp pain on the right side of your neck. He'd swiftly cut a small wound into your skin and giggled when you yelped out his name in surprise.
"That look in your eyes gets me hard. Don't fret though it's a small wound." Like a vampire out of an erotic dark love novel he began licking your wound and the blood away. He must of liked tasting your neck because he began to lick and purse his lips leaving you 2 or 3 different colored marks that accentuated the scar.
"Please s-stop cutting me! You can have me in whatever way you want, I wont fight you!" All of your begs and pleads were futile, it was something you'd already learned in these long months. He didn't even acknowledge what you said at first, because he was kissing down your clavicle gliding his tongue between your cleavage with a delectable hum.
"It's okay (Y/n). I'll make you feel real good." To your surprise he actually placed down his knife and just let his hands roam around. Each palm cupping and squeezing both of your round breasts. It was incredibly hard to keep yourself from panting, but your chest rose up and down with the increased pitter patter of your heart.
Soon his right hand was caressing your knee and up your inner thigh. The entirety of his palm soon against your thinly clothed womanhood. He chuckled when you jerked and averted your gaze in embarrassment but it wouldn't be the first time he's touched the most intimate area of your body.
"I think you're already getting wet. Tell me your pussy wants my fingers~." He was in the highest of spirits as he gave you a passionate kiss which wouldn't allow you to answer for several long seconds. When you stubbornly refused to beg, he wasn't even mad and only grinned ever so deviously.
To prove his point he didn't go any further. His fingers simply traced your slit up and down applying more and more pressure as if pressing inside before pulling back. You began to writhe beneath him, tossing and turning like you wanted to will the pleasure inside away.
The heat forming on your skin got several times worse when he yanked down the straps on your dress and immediately took one of your breasts into his mouth. With glee he heard you mew and moan his name, even arching your back just ever so slightly off the bed. Despite teasing you, he was enjoying flicking your little bud and popping some of your sensitive skin.
Your head was becoming cloudier by the second. While his tongue was whirling circles, his hand had cupped the other tit and began rolling it like he was preoccupied with how soft your skin was. Within seconds he'd switch to the other tip and began lapping a painfully slow circle before edging his teeth around and biting hard enough to send a jolt all the way down to your tippy toes.
"Oh Ji-Woon please..."
His lightning yellow eyes glanced up just to show you he was listening, but kept his furtive movement going. More precisely the kind going on between your legs. He could tell you were way more than just wet now and probably had a very erotic damp stain that would give your womanhood salacious shape.
"I w-want to feel good, please Ji-Woon..."
With desire in his veins, he wasted no time in yanking down your panties and slicing them from your legs. In the process he slashed your inner thigh, left knee and a few other small ones around the edge of your ankle just so he could watch you bleed all over the white sheets beneath you.
You cried out for him in terror not to kill you because you were having such trouble figuring out if he wanted you to die or just to suffer. It was kind of obvious though that it was the latter because he could of slit your throat and disposed of you a very long time ago if he really wanted to.
"I need to see what type of music you will make for me while I devour you whole." Before you could even fully comprehend, he'd shifted the long tail of your dress to reveal the bare trail to your core. Like a lion playing with it's food, he trailed kisses up your inner thighs and against some of your newer and older cuts, slowly enjoying your curves before the main course.
The moment his tongue slide up the middle of your glistening core, you could forget all the horror your experienced. In this moment all that mattered was that a handsome man, whom you would of thought was way out of your league seemed to be into you. Even if you weren't the most confident about your body he proved it was more than enough for him to ravage.
Every sway of his tongue sent goosebumps up and down your spine, making your voice that much harder to control but sense he'd told you many times before this room was sound proof being loud was never an issue. He smirked at the way your legs were wriggling and the sound of your chains clanking in your futile struggle.
"Ji-Woon please I c-can't take it any longer! I'm s-so hot!"
"Good, cum for me. Scream loud."
The vibrato of his voice was honestly commanding and charming at the same time. As if on cue both of your hands clutched at the chains, lifting your back to arch with the trembling wave of a most blissful orgasm. The chilling scream you aired was even more satisfying to him then gulping down your warm sweet nectar.
"Mhm, a flavor worth bottling." He rumbled, lifting himself from between your thighs to wipe off his chin and smack his lips. With his gaze trained on your he delighted in the heavy heave of your round chest and that lidded foggy eyed expression. Oh, he might not say it out loud but he found you to be a beautiful woman.
With that thought in mind he lifted his shiny blue and purple stained with your blood already knife and began slicing away at the material of your dress. At first you were screaming and panicking, wiggling all around because you'd never been more sure he was going to start actually stabbing you.
You were were wrong though. He sliced your dress down the middle, till all of your most intimate parts were on completely display. He rasped that you had gotten his bed wet in more ways than one. That your skin was beautiful even with all the cuts marred into it. In fact, he was positively randy about just viewing you and began to caress your scared body all over.
"Ji-Woon please! Please free me from these chains. Let me hold you. I want you, no I need you so badly my heart aches."
Oh, there was a startled and surprised expression on his face before it was full of his signature manic glee. In the blink of an eye he'd dominated your lips and coiled your tongue with his own. The passionate and lewd kiss he desired would last till saliva was dribbling down the edge of your chin and all oxygen had been sucked from your lungs.
"Mhm, I like the way you beg (Y/n). Tell me more."
There was no pride left inside your damaged body so you told him everything he wanted to hear. Begged him to hold you close, fuck you hard, and never let go. That you had fallen for him and loved him as deeply as one single person could. That you needed him, but tried to draw on any kind of emotion he had and said maybe he needed you as well.
There was a pause to his movement that had been enjoying both your breasts and stomach. He looked curious like he was trying to really think about the meaning behind your words. His warm palm caressed your cheek, and for one solid moment you thought you could see some tender affection behind his poisonous eyes.
"I really do like having you here...so maybe." Just that small acknowledgment would make you smile at him so brightly. The kiss you shared next was actually deceptively sweet and slow. Soon you could coil both of your arms around his back and initiate even deeper kisses.
The slow way he pulled back and ebbed a lick or two down your chin and neck, really left you in a daze. Blinding you to the fact that he was a murderer whom had already definitely killed someone and liked to inflict pain.
It was hard not to feel a sense of excitement at the sexy reveal of his very slim and toned body. He had a nice six pack and a very toned pecs, his skin seemed to be honestly glowing. At the back of your mind you gave life to the random thought that he probably used some of the best beauty products to maintain his skin.
He was about to shift himself down to take off your ankle shackles as well, when your fingers petted his chest. Immediately you pulled away with a frown, covering your face because you had no spine at this point. You just wanted to be obedient to survive. When you whimpered out a barely audible question he just laughed.
"I don't mind your touch, but I just thought you wanted to be free before the main event." His paws both make it a point to outline your body and suck on both of your breasts for a second. This was oddly meant to encourage the way your hands dunked down his back. The trace of his shoulder blades and down his spine was actually satisfying.
Honestly you were starting to understand his movement, and let your hands drift back down to the bed when he kissed lower before startling you with a bite around your belly button. He giggled as you gasped his name, but he was already removing all the other shackles. It was obvious there was some real wantful strain going on inside his pants.
When you were free to move around, he was still cautious. Though to his widening grins delight, all you shyly did was remove what shreds were left of the once beautiful dress he'd put on you. As soon as there was absolutely nothing blocking your beautiful skin, he practically pounced biting at your bottom lip hard enough to taste blood.
In the time it took for you to cry out from the startling pain, he'd already began to unzip and shove his pants down. Soon he was just as naked as you were, but he was so much more flawless than you could ever be. Even without the multitude of scars he'd given you.
Your eyes even wandered down between his legs, causing so much warmth to bubble inside your stomach. This would not be the first time you'd seen his cock, as much as he forced himself on you...he did like to be pleasured as well. Whether it was a threat of starvation to get your hand down his pants or a nauseating forceful face fuck, you'd already seen and touched him.
"Come here, let's make some beautiful music together."
Both of your arms automatically lifted, smiling at what you thought was romantic hyperbole. Each found there way to his toned pecs, slowly enjoying his muscles with a bite of your lip. He hummed showing you a moment of patience he hadn't really before. Though soon you'd risen up over his shoulders and met him in the middle as soon as you pulled him forward.
Though you enjoyed the sensation of his lips, you let out a startled whimper when his paws roughly yanked at the bottom of your ass. His hard tip was soon aligned with your slit, but he didn't even give you a moment to register before roughly plunging into your tight folds. The echoing scream you let out, was from both a bit of pain and being startled with the overwhelming sensation of being full in an instant.
"Damn, I didn't know you would be so tight. Even with your pussy being so wet, you're still squeezing me real good." jI-Woon was painfully honest about everything he was feeling and refused to let you hide. Mainly because he wanted your arms to stay clutched around him.
With hunger swirling in his eyes, he dove down and buried his nose under your chin. You felt his warm slippery tongue drag down till he was biting into your collar bone. Like he wanted you mewed directly into his ear, this mark wasn't as painful and honestly felt kind of nice. Specially when he kissed down to tease both of your breasts.
"Oh Ji-Woon..."
Every single time he heard his name from his fans, he was overwhelmed with adulation. In this situation however, hearing his name with that out of breath rattle of your vocal chords was a different kind of sensation. It fed the desire in his stomach several times over, he could only describe it as something vital to his very being.
When he couldn't take it anymore, his sharp nails dug into your hips and arched his back to pull away and immediately slam forward. The spasms he saw consume your body were nothing compared to the mewl that echoed around the room. Your voice just egged him on so much, within seconds he'd developed a deeply penetrating rhythm.
"Ji-Woon, oh my g-god~! So f-fast, can't breathe~!"
Your cries of ecstasy were met with a mixture of wicked grins and even harder slams. It was like he'd made it a mission to completely break you. He was being so rough, you knew your inner thighs were going to twinge for days from his aggressive friction. All he cared about though was how positively wet you were and the completely in tune squelch of your juices to his every thrust.
There was no denying just how good he was making you feel. Specially with cries and mewls of his name a constant echo from your trembling lips. You could feel him filling you to the brim with every sway of his hips and all you can do is dribble saliva down your chin. Thankfully because of all this pleasure, you barely noticed the scratches he was digging into your skin.
Suddenly he spreads your legs wide, his back arching away from your body. Both of your hands are barely hanging onto his neck, till he forcefully yanks them away. A bewildered yelp of his name rattles your vocal chords, but it became obvious that the position he had in mind was a very submissive one.
Soon he had your hands down against the bed, his own under your legs pressing them down. This in a way prevented you from moving, but it more so meant that he could watch your dripping cunt take his cock. Each time you swallowed him, he got more and more aggressive till you were so overwhelmed there wasn't just saliva dripping down your face but tears as well.
"Ji-Woon p-please be gentler~! A-ah it hurts~!"
His head shook, spiting your tearful plea with malicious glee. Though he was more than capable of giving you some tender and soft caresses, that wasn't what really got him off. Your screams and wriggling desperately body were more of what he desperately desired and would never forget. Proving that not only did he not care about you being in pain, it's what got him off.
"I can tell you're so close! Your cunt is practically convulsing against my throbbing cock!" His lewd words were practically howled with primal excitement. Thoroughly did he enjoy feeling your inner walls pulsate against his member. Even the smell of raunchy sex invaded his mind and made him thrusts even harder.
You couldn't respond, at least nothing coherent other than shrieks of otherworldly pleasure. Inside you felt so confused, he was being so forceful and rough that it did feel painful. On the other side of the coin though there was euphoric gratification. It felt amazing and your body responded appropriately.
Finally he lets go of your now scratched up wrists, just to shove both paws beneath your ass and yank you up to meet his every single thrust. Both of you are in a daze of complete bewildering bliss, that all you can do is pitifully cling to his shoulders. An action he likes so much that he darts down for a plethora of kisses.
Within seconds of your tongues dancing, do you feel the inevitable drop from the edge. The orgasm that followed sent electricity all throughout your body. When he felt you actively squirting and squeezing him, he let out a most high pitched groan of satisfaction. The vibrato added an extra layer to the already encompassing tingles gliding down your backside.
Almost instantly after you soaked his cock, did he pull away hovering over your exhausted body. Where your eyes soon focused on his palm giving himself several pumps and squeezes. It only took a handful of seconds before he let out a possessive grunt of your name relieving himself against your stomach.
You couldn't help but let out the softest gasp at the warm sensation of his arousal and only blushed even brighter when he gave you a very sexy grin. With shy eyes you looked around for something to clean yourself up with, and noticed your abundance of new scars in the process. If only the sex you had was more romantic, and didn't involve so much pain.
"Stay still, I'll get a cloth from the bathroom." All you could offer him was a weak nod, but he was true to his word and brought back a light blue washcloth to wipe you off with. He'd even gotten it a bit wet and tenderly took several minutes to wipe you off.
Without realizing it you began to cry silently. This was what you wanted out of your relationship with Ji-Woon. A romantic, kind hearted, and tender lover that enjoyed having you in his life. The fact that he was handsome, passionate about his career, and seemed very much attracted to the woman you were...seemed like it could be the perfect life.
"Shh, don't cry kitty cat. I'm here for you." His paws wiped at both of your cheeks after turning you to face him. Those yellow eyes disillusioned you into believing he was actually concerned. Even the soft peck to the middle of your forehead actually brought you relief.
Your rattled mind really wanted to hope with time that he could truly love you. That he could change and would no longer feel the desire to cause you harm. Maybe not so much let you go, but take your outside and let you feel the sun again. It'd been over 2 months and though you weren't sick eventually lack of sunlight might cause you to become ill.
"Ji-Woon...are you going to kill me?"
"Mhm, that's a good question. Let me ask my own." His fingers slunk up and down your spine, enjoying your skin even if it was scar riddled. True to the feline persona he'd given you, your nose brushed back and forth against his chest before cuddling and laying your cheek above his heart.
"Wil you be obedient? I don't like being pushed away." Honestly you only thought about your answer for a second before squeezing him tightly and promising to do whatever he wanted. "Prove it to me then." His fingers brushed down the back of your head, till a few circled around and titled your chin up to look into your eyes.
For a moment you felt small under his gaze and had no idea how you could really show him that you were incredibly smitten. Eventually your own hand lifted and you brushed your knuckles against his soft cheek. He didn't seem to mind, which might be why you had the courage to lean forward and initiate a most chaste kiss.
"I promise I'll be a good girl- or no a good Kitten." His eyes rose as you mewed ever so shyly before giving him another slow kiss. Though soon your bashful expression was buried over his shoulder. He didn't mind though, there was a most mischievous Cheshire grin forming on his handsome face.
"Alright, I'll buy you a real nice collar tomorrow. Lace with a jiggly bell." He promised, going on and on about how he would buy you the nicest of things and all you had to do was obey him. Honestly because he sounded so enthused by the idea, you could relax a bit more. If he wanted someone to dominate, you would gladly become that person just to live.
"Ji-Woon, can you also please buy me some more toiletries? Just l-like some deodorant, mouth wash, and m-maybe some chapstick." Honestly you were still kind of scared to ask for things, though he did already provide you with some of the bare necessities.
"Alright make me a list of some things you want and I'll try to provide for my cute kitty."
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There we go! I really like how this turned out >u<
I'm actually addicted to Dead By Daylight at the moment and play it a lot! I'm a gold 2 ranked survivor right now and my mains are Feng and Mikaela. Though I'm playing a little bit of everyone to get their teachable perks.
However, who doesn't want to fuck a hot sexy covered in blood killer Daddy or Mommy?? Like please Huntress step on me. Spirit, can slice me the fuck up.
What do you guys think of me maybe switching this book to anything horror related one-shots? I still want to do more creepypasta's of course but maybe I can add hotties from other horror related series/games/etc, ya know?
Besides The Trickster(Ji-Woon hak) I would like to write for - Spirit, Huntress, Ghost Face, Legion(Frank & Susie), Nurse, maybe Hillbilly. And of course SADAKO when the ring chapter comes out in a few months. (I also really like pyramid head and his nurses but aha Not sure how to turn either of those into smut)
As you can see I clearly simp more for more of the woman of DBD than the men haha To be fair though a lot of the guys are disfigured and shit. Which they should be lol it's a horror game after all.
Can you guys tell me some hotties from horror games you'd like me to write about? (Include name of the game just in case I'm unfamiliar) Admittingly though horror is my favorite genre to play besides jrpgs like Tales or the Atelier series
Anyway, Ticci Toby had the most votes from both Wattpad and Ao3. So he will definitely be next~! Just need to decide on the plot and what kind of gore it should have >:3