The Demon In My Basement || Taekook

Chapter 4

There's smut in this chapter, and since I'm not too good at it, it can be a little bad.
You can give me some advice if you want to. ( ° × ° )

Should he stay? Should he leave? Jeongguk watched the door closely gulping a little. When his legs started moving.

He came quickly to the door, bursting through it to the hallway. He came out, running down the ever so endless hallway, it felt like there was no end to it. His ankles were pulled on, his body hitting the hard carpeted floor.

He shivered. "Jeongguk, you're a bad boy."
"N-no! No, no!" He yelled digging his fingers into the floor, his nails making tracks into the carpet, crying his eyes out. "Please!"

He was pulled back into the basement, the door being closed aggressively, loud bang heard in it. He got dragged up, being pushed down the stairs once again, the demon hovering over him, trapping him with his arms and legs.

Jeongguk wiggled even when he felt incredible pain in his back. "N-no.."
"Jeongguk, you've disappointed me. I thought you'll be a good boy, but you didn't. You deserve the punishment."

The demon got off, picking whining Jeongguk up, and throwing him on the table that appeared out of nowhere. But Jeongguk didn't care, he didn't want to be here. He didn't want to get raped by a sex demon.

"Now, you'll be a good boy or it'll get worse. I can also kill if you didn't know." Jeongguk knew. After the night they saw the incubus, he decided to research more about it, and found out that they rape women in their sleep and kill them.

Will this one kill him? Jeongguk shook in fear, eyes producing more tears, the demon wiping them gently.

"Don't worry Gguk, I won't kill you; you're too cute for that." Taehyung cooed watching Jeongguk's scared expression. He liked that the younger boy listened and relaxed a bit, his breath still unsteady.

He loved the fear in the younger male's eyes, just begging Taehyung not to do something to him, something he didn't saw at first.

When he met Jeongguk, he knew he had to have the boy, and it didn't matter if Jeongguk or his boss disagrees. It's all to his pleasure, and Jeongguk, the definition of perfect grabbed attention of the hungry demon.

His cheeks were plump and rosy pink dusted his face, to the dark glossy lips that screamed cherry and big doe eyes, which were hazel with blue highlights in them, eyelashes thick and curled upwards.

Hair fell into those soft eyes, an oversized shirt hanging off his body, revealing his shoulder. Taehyung couldn't help himself at the sight.

He looked so wrecked when he attacked him, startling him under his body as Jeongguk watched him with something in his eyes. Something like fear mixed in with little bit of lust.

His lips were parted, frozen, staring at the boy. Taehyung had never seen such a beauty in his life.

From his own experience, all of the people he raped and killed, this one was the only one that caught his eye, or rather, made him want to destroy the boy, and keep on destroying him, not kill him like the others before this boy.

He didn't want anyone else, it was Jeongguk. Jeongguk or no one. Jeongguk is his.

Jeongguk was still frozen, watching Taehyung who's eyes were filled with lust, hint of anger hiding in them. He thought about everything that happened. Why did he come to this goddamn basement?

If he only could turn back time, he would. If he knew what would happen, he would have stayed away. Away from the door, and away from the goddamn key. It all seemed too fishy when it just layed there.