Killing Stalking 18+

The First Killing Game

Sangwoo couldn't stop thinking about what Avriel did to those two burglars. He couldn't get out of his head how turned on he was fucking her next to their corpses as she screamed his name. He wanted to have more thrills like that, and he had an idea that might work.

Avriel sat with her hands chained to the pole behind her. Her mind was close to shattering from the sheer boredom of the quiet basement until she heard faint sounds upstairs. She felt an embarrassing twinge of excitement hoping that Sangwoo was home. She watched curiously as light beamed down from the hatch as it was opened. Her curiosity peaked when someone, who was not Sangwoo, fell down the steps. It almost looked like him, young and muscular, but with buzzed hair and a terrified expression. As he laid groaning on the floor, Sangwoo descended the stairs dressed in a flattering sleeveless shirt and shorts. He pounced on the vulnerable man and efficiently bound his arms in front of him with rope.

"What the fuck is going on?!" The stranger shouted.

"A contest!" Replied an elated Sangwoo. "You and the girl will have a contest, and the winner... gets to kill the loser!" He looked at Avriel to see her reaction and to his pleasure, he saw suppressed excitement on her face.

"Is this some fucking joke! Who the fuck are you people!?"

"Je m'appelle Avriel. Enchanté." She said.

The stunned man just stared as he tried to resist Sangwoo dragging him over to her. As he trembled on his knees in front of her, Sangwoo said, "don't be rude to the girl. tell her your name, she told you hers!"

"I-I'm Jihoon. What's going on?"

"Je ne sais pas." She shrugged.

Frustrated, he cried out. "WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON!"

Irritated, Sangwoo stepped on the back of his head, crushing his face into the floor. When he came back up, blood dripped from his nose into his mouth. It stained his teeth red as he cried.

Sangwoo pulled up a chair to sit in as he explained. "You two are going to play a game of poker. Whoever wins gets this." He held up a kitchen knife. "And if they can use it correctly, they get to leave." He said brightly.

"I don't get it..." Jihoon objected.

"Ça a du sens pour moi."

"Then let's get started boys and girls." He knelt over Avriel to refasten her hands in front of her. As he did they exchanged cold deadpan glances, trying unsuccessfully to decipher if the other was bluffing. He had her shuffle the deck, then he dealt the contestants their hands.

Avriel's experienced poker face set as the game began. She made only the casual comment in French which no one else in the room understood. By the game's climax, Jihoon had lost all composure.

"No no no no no no no... this can't be real. This isn't happening. I'm not here. I'm not going to die. I can't die... oh god! Please! Please! Ahhhhhh!"

Sangwoo and Avriel apathetically observed him. "I fold." Were the first words she didn't say in French all night. The two men were stunned into silence. "I fold. You win".

Sangwoo looked suspiciously at her for a moment before shouting, "Congratulations Jihoon! You did it! You get the prize!" He hurriedly opened Jihoon's hands and closed them around the knife's handle. "Now all you need to do is kill the bitch and you can leave." He said seductively into his ear.

"But... I... never..."

"Stabbed someone? It's easy I promise." He said grinning. "Just hold your hands up high," he said demonstrating, "and don't hold back." He swung his hands down with a violent grunt.

"No!" The armed captive rejected as he stood quickly and backed up until he was against the wall. "I cant!"

"Jihoon?" Avriel said, pleading. "Please... it's been so awful here. You can't imagine what I've been through." She crawled a bit towards him, smoothly tucking her chains underneath her and behind her back again. "There's no hope left for me... but you can still make it! So please do it! Kill me! Stab me!"

"W-what...?"

"I promise you, it's the best thing you can do for me." She said turning so she kneeled with her back to him. "Just promise me... that you'll be quick."

Sangwoo watched Avriel in disbelief and disappointment. He expected she would be fun to play this game with, but it's never fun when someone gives up. Annoyed, he said to the man with with knife, "The fuck are you waiting for? Kill her already or I'll kill both of you."

Jihoon steadied himself for a minute, trying to tell himself every excuse he could think of for sinking his knife into her skull. He kept repeating these thoughts as he approached the vulnerable girl. When he was standing just behind her he lifted his hands up, just as Sangwoo had shown him.

As he fooled himself with the last lie it would take for him to bring the knife down, Avriel sprung her right leg up and connected her heel directly to his chin. The force made him stagger back a step but he managed to keep his grip on the knife. Avriel didn't waste a second rising to her feet and aiming another kick to his neck. Jihoon choked and let loose the blade to uselessly cover his trachea. Ignoring the free weapon, Avriel delivered a final roundhouse kick over the back of his neck, sending him crashing loudly to the floor. She sat on his back to easily pin him down while she slowly circled her arms from behind her back to over her head and in front of her again. To Sangwoo it looked like she should have broken her bones, but she was flexible enough to not have to.

Knowing that she had his full attention, she didn't spare Sangwoo a glance as she hooked her chains under Jihoon's chin and pulled them back with the tight and consistent force she was familiar with. He gagged and struggled violently, but ineffectively, as the small girl strangled him. She didn't falter once as his body slowly went limp under her. Even then, she waited a few more seconds before relaxing her hold on him.

Finally she turned to acknowledge Sangwoo who had been watching leisurely from his chair the whole time. "How did I do?" she asked as she sat on the corpse.

"You worried me for a moment. I thought you had given up," he admitted as he approached the knife on the floor. He crouched down to pick it up. "I was really going to kill you if that bastard didn't. I thought you ruined the game."

"But I didn't," she said cheerfully.

"That's right. You didn't. You actually played very well." As he got up to face her she could see that he was smirking. He strode over and stood with his feet on either side of the dead man's head. The way she looked as she sat naked on his back caused the blood to rush to Sangwoo's crotch. He lifted her chin up with the tip of the blade and commanded, "Suck it." He loved that she didn't need to be asked twice...