The Wolf and the Beauty

TWATB # 13

The boy stared at the man's retreating back with clenched fists. "Why are you walking away? Did you not say I had to be strong?" the boy asked his chest heaving up and down with angry tears glistening in his eyes. 

"You can never be strong. You are just a weakling! No matter what you can never be the strongest. You will never be the fittest which survives, boy!" The man spat out as he stared at the boy with an ugly smirk. 

"Why can you not make me? Please make me the strongest. I swear I'll do anything to be the strongest."

The boy knelt on the asphalt, "Make me strong, please!" The man shook his head, "You are a weakling, boy. Stop being the pest you are and get lost!"

He opened his eyes staring at his reflection in the mirror, "I am the strongest. I have become the strongest and I will always be so." He smirked to himself before putting on the black hoodie and jeans before walking out of his place. 

It was pretty early and the Sun was yet to be up and shining. With hands stuffed in his hoodie, the man in black jogged up to the apartment complex whose tenant had piqued his interest. 

The beautiful almond eyes, the feminine fingers which looked so gentle and beautiful, the soft cheeks, the shiny chestnut locks and the adorable button nose. The man in black thought it all over in his head before standing near the lamp post across the unit. 

How good would it feel to have my hands wrapped around that slim neck and choke it. How beautiful would that face be all red and glistening in sweat when I fuck into him. Oh, those soft fingers tangled in my hair begging me to stop. His petit body squirming underneath me as I melt the wax over his nipples making him cry out in pain and pleasure. I would be full from just licking up his body and marking up the beautiful canvas, making him mine just before taking his life. 

All such sadistic sick perverse thoughts ran around his head as he stared at the window where the petite male had once caught him staring. "My beautiful lovely Byun Baekhyun. Just a little and you will be all mine to hold and mine alone till your last breath."

The man in black climbed up the fire escape till he reached the room he had his eyes on. Bingo, he thought seeing that he had reached the bedroom successfully. After having made sure he had his face covered up, the male lifted the window and sneaked in. 

He circled the bed eyeing the male on the bed like a predator a prey. "You should not have been such a weakling, you know?" he whispered before getting the gun from the nightstand. A sinister smirk made its way to his lips as he neared the male. 

He was not going to shoot the male, obviously. No, not at all. He always found pleasure in his victims' suffering and that was exactly what he had planned for the male. Hiding the gun under the bed, he pulled out the rope from his back. 

Twisting the ends of the rope around his fists, he knelt on the bed before choking the male with the rope. Chanyeol shot out of sleep struggling against the strong hold. He pushed the man's face away from him and slowly felt the hold loosen just a little while his other hand held the rope trying to pull it away.

Seeing the assailant had a knee on the bed, the rave head hooked a leg around the assailant's before flipping them both on the bed. Chanyeol flashed a sly smirk before choking the man who was under him. 

'Just promise you won't ever kill another person, please?'

Junmyeon's voice echoed in his head as he slowly let go of the rope. The man in black seeing it was the perfect opportunity got his knife out and swung it at the raven head who skillfully dodged it.