ALL BARK NO BITE | SADISTIC BEAUTY SPINOFF

Chapter 38

~ Driving to Work, Cha Wookyung's Range Rover

Wookyung clutched the steering wheel, the ache was building up like a spider web, spinning from all parts of his head to the centre. It was starting to feel like his skull might crack, it could very well become an entity on its own. He cursed softly, unable to speak as he tried to reel the pain in, making it harder to breathe.

Minho had started to haunt him.

He hadn't initiated his session with Oh Ilsung just for sex. When he pointed out that Minho gave him nothing in return while Wookyung kept giving him everything he could ask for, he felt a childish wave of anger. He considered it true, if blaming Minho was what it took to forget him, he wanted to take the chances.

He had left him in shambles. He hated that he was much less without him. He hated that with all that went wrong for him, and regardless of how much as he struggled, Minho still thought that could do fine on his own... without him. He hated his guts. Wookyung scoffed at his arrogance, he couldn't go a day without him.

So why was he the one suffering?

He kept seeing his visions everywhere. His house was just him and his mental creations of him, it was all so benign, so far away from him, touches, kisses, flirtations and softly spoken words. The Minho he fantasised about wasn't ashamed to touch him, he welcomed his love and trailed him, talked to him.

So when he violated Ilsung, he again forced the thoughts of him, imagining him exactly how he would if he could punish him for what he did to him. His pale, rosy body replaced Ilsung's immediately, shivering and shaking as he played with his ass, shaved him down to his silky skin and put him up on display for everyone to see.

His face was beautifully moulded like a sculpture, pink circles on his cheeks, teardrops resting on his eyelashes and his perfect eyebrows dipped as he tried to squeeze the bottle out from inside his orifice. Wookyung was extremely pleased by this vision of a shy lover... a Byun Minho who knew better than to go against his will.

This was sufficient revenge to be taken. The sight of him on the floor, naked, legs apart, lightly quaking from his approaching orgasm, his chest rising and falling as he pushed... a perfect way to show an arrogant man his place. Wookyung could very much take this as his due but how could he find comfort in his fantasies without going completely crazy.

"You're already crazy" he heard a voice mocking him and he looked down at the floor again, expecting to see the same aroused, struggling, whimpering man but to his shock, this time Minho wasn't just posing sweetly as the willing submissive as he wanted to imagine. The hall seemed to have turned black and Wookyung heard the ugly cackle of several men.

His eyes widened in horror... his Minho was lying naked on the floor, barely mobile, as his legs fell apart from being forced open for hours. He coughed up blood on the floor, his once glass-like skin covered with bites, bruises, knife gashes and finger marks. He slowly raised his head, already too heavy for him and gave Wookyung a weak smile.

"They robbed me..." he gave a weak whisper, his voice an old shadow of its original tenor. "I was..." he squeezed his eyes shut, as if trying to remember "walking... alone". He put a shaking hand up to his torn lip, his broken nose and his bleeding cheek "They took..." he slowly trailed down his beaten belly, wincing as he felt between his legs "everything"

"Wookyung..." tears fell down his face, his hair messy and soiled "I have been calling for you" he slowly reached out for him with his blood-covered fingers "help me please... AAAH!!" he let out a broken scream as someone grabbed his neck from behind, pulling him back into the shadows. He tried to free himself but his legs simply collapsed.