SOG (English)

#17

— Did you wait for a long time?

He was wearing a black garter belt, underwear, and fishnet stockings along with the slip.

— Crazy, untie this.... Untie it…!

He struggled as if he were going to kill him, but his muscles didn't had any strength left. Even, the bastard pounced at once like a hyena.

<Hey, shit! Fuck!> A harsh scream rang out at the hand that loosened his pants and pulled them down. The same situation as when he woke up in the motel room after drinking free alcohol at the club on the first day of meeting the pervert.

Only a shabby ceiling fan flew over his head. He couldn't escape this time, so he felt like his head was going crazy.

— Get lost, this bitch, ugh, get fucking lost!

A body paralyzed by panic was useless. When he just felt sick and fed up of the skin that was touching his own, making him tremble all over in disgust.

Suddenly, <<Am I finally going crazy because of the excessive stress?>>, he had such a thought. Otherwise, there would be no way to explain what he was seeing right now.

Like lighting, the face of the stalker, the back of his head unraveling his pants. Slamming through the air like a ghost in the air... an iron pipe.

There was no time to show embarrassment. -Whip-, a steel trail slashed through the air.

-Puck!-

— Kuk!

That death crying shriek was the end.

The man who was properly hit at his vital point fell over his body. He was out of my mind for a moment. Agh, ah-aghh, his eyes (*the roommate's) flipped over at the feeling of touching him again (* the stalker's body fell over him after the blow). The dreadful body temperature went away after a while.

-Flop-. He heard the sound of the body being tossed on the floor. — Hey, hey!— He barely managed to regain the focus in his eyes after feeling a hand tapping roughly on his cheek.

— Look at me! ….Are you okay?

Hearing the voice asking him, -hah, hah- he took a deep breath. As he inhaled a sufficient amount of oxygen, his vision gradually returned. The image in front of him was the face of an unexpected person.

… why?

Why was this guy here?

-Thump, thump- He stared dazedly at his opponent, engulfed by the beating of his pumping heart. A guy who was the same type of trash as that perverted stalker, and who unfortunately, had a flawless face. It was Sun Jae-Chan, with whom he was forced to maintain a roommate relationship under the official regulations.

Just looking at him, — I'm fine — he nodded like that. Then, before he knew it, he began to quickly tie up the perverted bastard lying on the floor, loose like a mop, with the blue tape in his hand.

Sun Jae-Chan's capturing method was very fast and meticulous. The person who had finished the treatment shook his hands, but it wasn't easy to understand the situation, as if his head was still buffering the events. It was time for him to stutter his doubts. He had brought a jigsaw over this time.

— --What, what are you doing?!

— Untieing it. I'm cutting the rope.

Without hesitation, he pressed the front of his shoe and grabbed it. The jigsaw's teeth began to come and go between his ankles. The method of cutting only one large strand with a saw was certainly quick and easy. By the time he had cut the cord on his wrist, his startled breath had subsided.