Murder | HARUCHIYO

Chapter 1: I Feel Like I'm Drowning

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I FEEL LIKE IM DROWNING
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!WARNING!
CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT

TRIGGER WARNING: slight gore, choking, domination, (slight) BDSM, vaginal fingering, penetration, blowjobs, (slight) throat fucking, praising, edging, dacryphilia (aroused by tears), teasing, hair pulling, drug-induced sex, sadism and masochism (inflicting pain/humiliation for pleasure), dirty talk, humiliation.

MURDER. To most sane people, the word 'murder' is something that is considered a transgression that people mustn't find enjoyment in. Murder is something that a preponderance of people would not even contemplate on doing, nevertheless even dare to find amusement in the deed, but; however, the strawberry blonde thought incongruously amongst the people who feared it. Sanzu Haruchiyo was the embodiment of a psychopath. The sudden gaiety of screams in agony brought him rapture. He felt pleasure in seeing the twisted faces of the traitors in Bonten with warm blood cascading down their previously clean features. Sanzu did drugs on a daily as if they were vitamin gummies, carried various weapons as if they were his phone and wallet, killed people as if they were flies. He was the personification of a delinquent.

Asami is someone who finds amusement in people pleading beneath the soles of her stilettos. She loved slashing people's throats just as much as Sanzu did, she loved the way they tore their vocal cords begging for mercy. She was Bonten's beloved. Each and every member of the notorious gang at her feet begging for minutes - seconds even, everyone but Sanzu. In fact, he despised the girl, he wanted nothing more than to put a bullet through her pretty little head.

"Just watch Haruchiyo, you'll be begging like everyone else~"

"You would think that I would fold that easily? Think again slut, you'll be the one begging."

It was a back and forward game with the two, the ending not in sight.

God, she wanted nothing more than wanting Sanzu on him knees imploring for one night with her. Her jet-black locks sculptured her face flawlessly in contrast with the light brown eyes she had. She appeared as if she was crafted by the gods, taking their sweet time to fabricate an angel with the heart of a devil. A queen is what they would call her. She was known for being Bonten's queen despite not even being the head of Bonten.

A sigh left her rosy lips as the blare of gunshots ricocheted off the walls of Bonten's headquarters, moonlight vaguely leaking through the panes of glass, reflecting shapes on the tiled floor. Her eyes remained situated on Sanzu; attentively observing the way he his scars creased when he manically laughed at the three pathetic bitches tied up onto chairs with bullet holes in between their eyebrows. Blood blemished his clothing, spoiling the pretty color of pink that was woven in his suit - not like he cared anyways. His slender, but veiny hands clenched against his gun, the pills finally getting to him causing bliss to run throughout his svelte silhouette.

"Jesus Haruchiyo, Mikey said 'kill them', not 'kill them and make a fucking mess'" Kokonoi Hajime said, the white hair resting on his shoulders shone in the light deeming his hair to be flawless. Sanzu, who's fun was just diminished, turned to the male, smirked, and quickly raised his gun, aiming for Kokonoi's head. "You just have to be a pain in the ass, you can't let me have my fun, can't you Hajime?" Sanzu's raspy voice sent chills down Asami's spine causing her to quietly shuffle in her spot.