The Wolf and the Beauty

TWATB #9

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He sipped on his glass of beer as he stared at the group of drunk people dancing and grinding on each other. The loud music blared through the club along with the bright neon lights flashing and the heavy odour of alcohol and cigarettes which hung in the air around the place.

But his eyes were focused on only two. A half-drunk man and a stripper, he judged from her extremely short tight dress. But most importantly the wedding ring on the man's finger reflected in his eyes as a smirk played on his face.

"Should I give them a head start?" he said looking at the coin in his hand before tossing it and catching it. "Shoot," he chuckled dark and deep, "guess someone got lucky." He continued to sip on his beer while counting the seconds which passed by.

Here I come, he thought as he paid for his drinks and followed the two who went out through the back door.

The man had pinned the woman against the wall kissing her red lips while his hands roamed around her body exploring her curves and groping her back. "Can I join your fun?" came a deep voice which almost sent shivers down their spine.

"Who are you, freak? Fuck off, will you?" the man screamed in his face but the man in black remained unfazed, calm and composed. "Do you want to go home to your partner safe and sound or would you like to watch me fuck her?"

The man aware of who he was, pushed him by his chest with a snicker, "Who do you think you are? Got no balls to pick up a woman yourself?" he mocked him. The man in black neared him till the man felt his back hit the wall.

"Hope you would not regret this later," said the man in black and the man could almost swear he felt the other smirk from the sound of his voice. The man made a sharp intake of breath when he felt a cold metal touching the skin of his neck slowly getting closer and closer.

"Today is your lucky day," said he moving away, "Her or your wife?"

The man wasted no time, "My wife! My wife!" The man in black smirked behind his mask, "That's good then. You may leave." The man scrambled up to his feet before running away without a second look at neither the man in black nor the woman he was about to fuck against the wall.

"So," the man in black turned to her, "ready to go with me, mon cheri?" He ran his leather-covered fingers over her face, caressing it. The woman giggled as she sucked on the leather-covered finger pushed past her lips, "Yes, Daddy," came her response never realizing the fate awaiting her.

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It was the next morning and Junmyeon and Sehun were as usual checking the corpse seeing if they could come up with anything. "Who do you think it is? The MO or the real one?" the older one asked seeing the half-naked corpse of a woman.

It was beaten up brutally and there were whip marks on her back and thighs. Burn marks, which they assumed to be from candle wax, almost littered her entire body. Sehun looked at the serial numbers and the sign on the back.

"The number is wrong. The last I counted was 105 but now it's 103."

Junmyeon furrowed his brows looking at the numbers closely. The killer always left the corpses in the open to show off his skills so the detectives were sure the number was a mistake.

"So, it's the MO?" Sehun nodded his head, "He does not know the number, so it must be the MO." As they continued to talk about that, they failed to see the someone who clenched his fists.