Killing Stalking 18+

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Sangwoo was beginning to feel the itch again. He had just buried his classmate last week. She was his first so he wasn't sure what he wanted from them, but he knew now that he at least wanted someone more exciting than that stuck-up bitch. His new target was another girl at his university. But this one was more of a mystery to him as well as to everyone else. He heard from his friends in her major that she never showed up for class except for tests and presentations. Though her presence was rare she still had a fair amount of rumors about her due to her foreign appearance and bad attitude. They said she didn't have any friends and no one knew much about her except that she worked nights at a host club. She sounded like a candidate.

She went by Avi, short for Avriel which most Koreans couldn't pronounce properly. She was a bit of a local celebrity among the adult night scene as well as online. Her performances on the pole and microphone earned her many fans who came to see her on a regular basis. Her appeal was intensified by her French beauty, blonde hair and blue eyes. Exotic looking foreigners usually did well in the entertainment industry. The owner of the club gave her all the resources she needed to put on a good show and she always did. It was a classy establishment, everything always looked clean and expensive, even the center stage with the twin poles. The customers came for the show and then stayed to enjoy the company of the charming men and women who worked hard to make them feel special. There was no gambling or illegal activity, just a place for high powered business executives to relax without feeling the need to be anonymous.

Sangwoo experienced her magnetism for himself the first time he visited her club. He became sure of his plot, and wanted to see what was underneath her pretty skin. He hoped that finding out would be more exciting than it was with the last one. So when her performance was done he requested her private company. She appreciated seeing such a young handsome face among the old married men so she decided to spend the rest of her shift drinking with just him.

The loud music made it an obvious decision to sit close together in the booth, it made it easy to flirt and make the customers feel special. "We don't get many young men in here. Most of them can't afford it. So what's your story?" she asked with her arm behind him on the back rest.

Sangwoo wore his usual charm as he said, "My parents died in high school, so I have a lot of inheritance money from them."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear," she said sweetly as she put a hand on his lap.

"It's been hard but it helps to think about making them proud. I'm a university student now, studying business. We, uh, actually go to the same school. I've noticed you around campus." It was obvious that he was flirting with her, but she never blushed.

"Really? I'm sorry I didn't recognize you! I'd say we should hang out more, but I rarely attend class... You should come by here more often! I could even dedicate a show to you," she promised, though it was not the first time she'd said that. Enchanting customers and encouraging repeat business was her specialty.

"I can definitely say that we'll be seeing more of each other!" He smiled as he raised his glass for a toast. She smiled too as she tapped her glass with his and they finished their drinks. And though she closed her eyes, she felt like his were open, watching her.

They chatted and laughed and drank until it was time for her shift to be over. And so when he asked to take her home she didn't have much reason to say no.

At his house there was no more talking. They took off their clothes and ravaged each other, driven by lust. It was nothing special, but it was intense and by the end they were laying on Sangwoo's mattress, completely exhausted. With her guard down and her back to him, he sat staring at Avriel's long blond hair, but he wasn't spellbound by her beauty. She awoke to sounds of footsteps and turned around in time to see him kneeling over her with a raised bat before he swung it down without hesitation.

She awoke much later on a hard floor, feeling cold and sore. Her mouth was taped over and her hands and feet were bound behind her back. She felt like a hog prepared for slaughter.

"Welcome to your new home," she heard a somewhat familiar voice say. The tall muscular man from last night walked over to where she could see him and smiled upon her. Her eyes analyzed as much of the room as she could see but that was the only reaction she had to waking up in hell. She didn't panic and pull on her bonds or attempt to scream uselessly through the tape. Instead, as she absorbed her surroundings she couldn't suppress a dark chuckle that bubbled it's way out.

"Huh?" Sangwoo said. "Why are you laughing? You think this is a prank? You damn bitch... Hey!" He suddenly shouted at her. "Scream or something! Are you stupid? I went through the trouble of doing all this and you're just laying there... Unbelievable!" He yanked her head up roughly by her hair. " Fuck... I thought you would be more fun." His disappointment was obvious. He walked over to his work table and picked out a simple knife, then sat down on the floor and pulled her up into his lap. Her chin was cupped in one of his hands and with the other he teased the blade along her neck. "How many chunks will I have to cut out of you before you scream like you should?" He said in a low serious tone. She remained still and silent. He ripped the tape from her mouth and when she still didn't flinch or speak, he angrily grabbed her throat and shoved her down to the floor. He firmly pressed the knife into her cheek and from there he carved a bloody line all the way down to the top of her breasts. He squeezed her neck harder, making it difficult for her to answer when he asked in a menacing tone, "Why don't you beg me not to kill you?"

She calmly, though with effort, replied, "Do you plan on killing me?"

"I'm beginning to think I might as well since you're already about as fun as a corpse."

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I on the other hand am starting to like you more." He narrowed his eyes at her suspiciously. "I didn't like you at first. You were too damn polite and friendly. I don't trust people who are nice to strangers, because they always want something. I came home with you because you're hot... and I'm reckless. But after seeing your true colours now... I think we could actually get along." She ended her confession with a smile.

"Who do you think I am!?" He angrily squeezed her neck with both hands harder than before. He was choking her to death.

She finally betrayed her composure by kicking her feet in the air. "So you are afraid... of dying at least, right?" She gagged and closed her eyes; she waited. His apathetic face loomed over her with raised brows and tired eyes, then he stood up. The moment he released her she coughed and panted, but continued lying on her back. He turned and walked up the stairs, having decided that there was nothing he wanted in the basement anymore.