Deleterious

Chapter 1

When did it start?

"Please stop, I'm sorry!"

When did I become like this?

"Help me! Someone pleas-AHH!"

I stand quietly in the corner, the room is uncharacteristically dark. The lack of light makes it difficult to make out my brother's features but the outline of his body with his infamous hockey stick heavy in his hand is unmistakable.

"Sir! Please I-I, I'm sorry! I won't make this mistake again please just give me one more chance-"

"HA!"

I jump at the sound, I couldn't help it. Han-seok's sharp terrifying laugh gives away how angry he is, along with how much he's enjoying playing with the traitor currently bleeding on the ground.

"Little bro! Do you hear this man right now? This thing on the floor begging for his life?"

Han-seok looks at me suddenly, wide terrifying eyes burning into my slightly shaking form.

Does he know I'm scared?

I let out a hesitant laugh. It's in these situations where I feel lost the most. Too scared to truly think about anything besides what's going on right in front of me and wondering when it will be my turn to lay on the ground, barely hanging on to my life and begging my brother for forgiveness.

I can't look my brother in the eye so I instead take a good look at the crying mess on the floor. Blood drips from his temple where Han-seok took his first swing at the unsuspecting victim. Bruises cover their neck and arms, more probably forming underneath their clothes.

I barely have enough time to observe before I hear clicking noises coming from the mouth of my brother.

"Now Han-seo, where are you looking?"

I let out a confused noise as I look my brother in the eyes for what feels like the first time that night.

"Your eyes should be on me, not on this, this fucking useless shit on the ground."

With that my brother swings at the traitor. He doesn't stop, it's as if he's been possessed. The traitor can no longer beg, not a sound can be heard but the rhythmic thump of wood bearing down relentlessly on disfigured flesh. Blood splatters everywhere as I take a small step back further into my corner hoping that's enough distance to keep me clean.

He has to be dead at this point

There's no denying it. The man my brother is currently beating with a hockey stick is long gone.

But he won't stop

Why won't he stop? Why must he go so far? Han-seok has that crazy look in his eyes, the one that tells you he's too far gone. You can't reel him in, can't calm him down. He'll stop when he wants.

With his attention so completely focused elsewhere I'm finally able to think about myself. It's embarrassing honestly. I hate this. My body seems to have a mind of its own whenever I'm caught up in these situations. It does things without my permission and it won't stop no matter how much I tell it to.

I move around and try to adjust myself. Hoping that with just the right position I can somehow conceal what my body is trying to show the world.

That I'm undeniably hard and sick for it.

I take a quick peek down to make sure the evidence of my true emotions aren't laid out for everyone to see. Thankfully it isn't.

How crazy could I be? Who gets turned on by their own brother? Who gets turned on by the sight of their brother bloody and psychotic. Just killed a man right in front of me and yet through the fear I can feel my stomach twist and my heart beat embarrassingly loud.

It was after this thought that I realized I could no longer hear the distinct sound of wood banging against flesh.
My breath catches in my throat when I quickly look up.

Oh no

My brother stands there, covered in blood and hockey stick broken in half beside him on the ground. His eyes, crazed still, stare me down making me feel more defenseless than I ever have in his presence.

Unknowingly my shaking had stopped when I drifted into the shadows, away from my brother's dissecting eyes and the violence taking place in the brightly lit middle of the warehouse. Now it was back and worse than ever. It was laughable really and Han-seok seemed to agree with my unspoken thoughts as a smirk grew on his lips at the sight of me.

It was at that moment he began to walk towards me, slow deliberate steps that had me shivering in both fear and excitement.

Please don't give yourself away

I unconsciously take a step back, from fear of my brother or feelings I'm not sure. Either way I make some type of attempt to just get away, although I don't get far. Two steps back and I meet the corner walls.

It feels like an eternity has past when Han-seok reaches me. Standing close, too close for my well being. My eyes stay locked on his, fearing what would happen if I chose to look away.

A sudden low gasp escapes from my lips when I feel a strong hand slowly wrap around my neck. My brother stares me down as he slowly tightens his hand and I become more aware of the hard on between my legs.

I can't breathe

"S-sir"

His hands are too tight, I can barely breathe but his smirk only grows wider at my struggle. I shake in both fear and lust.

I hate it

Why must I feel this way? For my brother nonetheless. The psychotic killer who gains joy from torturing me is making me feel this way. I don't want it, I don't like it.

I grab onto his hand trying and failing to yank it away. It's impossible, he's too strong and I couldn't possibly fight him. I've never been able to fight him.

As I'm about to pass out I feel the hand around my neck loosen. I take a deep breath in, choking as I try to regain my breathing. Still, I never break eye contact with him, I know he wouldn't like it if I did.

"See, it's not that hard to look at me little bro." A broad crazed smile forms on his lips and suddenly it feels like I can't breathe again.

"Y-yes, I'm sorry I'll only look at you from now on."

"Good boy" with two slaps on my cheek my brother walks away. Leaving me there, a shivering mess.