Oneshots | woosang

Yeosang the ripper

Warning: Blood, physical abuse and use of sharp objects are mentioned.

Contains with: Mpreg AU

I was inspired by the anime Shuumatsu no Valkyrie

Song: Blood//Water
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"Look me in my eyes, Tell me everything's not fine."

Everything was dark for Wooyoung, his breathing was rough, he was scared. His head was covered by a bag, he only heard a deep voice sing, chills passed through his body. He wanted to scream but he feared it would unleash instant death.

"You thought you could go free, But the system is done for" that voice began to get closer and closer.

Wooyoung could hear the footsteps.

"But what a beautiful song, right" that voice, "It has a hypnotized rhythm and the lyrics are a work of art."

His eyes were wide open, his lip trembled and another chill ran down his spine, that voice was unmistakable. The bag over his head was abruptly removed and there he came face to face with that man.

"Hello love, I haven't heard from you for so long" his smile seemed to be genuine, "Aren't you happy to see me darling?"

Kang Yeosang, that's the name of this man. The blonde stared at the chained black-haired man with a smile, he looked at him tenderly but did so in a way that seemed genuine, as if he still felt love for him. He ran one of his fingers across the other man's chin, then took it with great force.

"What happen dear? Why don't you greet me? " Wooyoung had a grimace of disgust and pain, managing to increase the blonde's smile, "I haven't had you this close for so long" he aggressively kissed his lips.

Wooyoung refused to reciprocate but that did not prevent the blonde from abusing his lips, the other one separated and pressed his chin tightly again. The black-haired's gaze showed anger and rage but this did not matter much to Yeosang.

"But what a bitch you are, not returning a kiss to your beloved husband is a sin" he took the black-haired's lower lip with his fingers, "Don't you consider my feelings darling?"

A pout and a fake sad look appeared on the blonde's face and then separated from the man. He walked to a table where there were a couple of things, he took a knife and walked back to the man.

"Yeo-Yeosang, let go of me, this is not fun" he tried to move his hands and feet, but it was useless, his body was suspended in the air and his limbs held by strong chains, "Yeosang, please let me go!"

"How good! Now you're talking, I thought your tongue had been eaten by the cat" the knife began to cut the fabric of the other's shirt, Yeosang smiled again when Wooyoung's torso was completely exposed.

The cold and soft wind made contact with the warm skin of the black-haired man, his gaze was fixed on the other's knife, he raised his head in an attempt to get away from the sharp object that was gently passing his neck. Yeosang leisurely let the sharp point pass through the visible veins in the area, down to his chest and then to his navel.

"Your chest is still just as perfect ... But I think there is something missing" he was thoughtful before going for something near the fireplace, he took an iron rod that had a peculiar shape at the end, "What if we mark it? "

Wooyoung's eyes screamed terror, he saw how the iron turned red as the minutes passed. He started walking when the object was hot enough for him.

"Yeosang stop there! Yeosang don't come near! Do not do this!" he started to move, "No, no, no!"