Savage love: Enemies to Lovers mlm COMPLETED

Savage love: season finale

⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️: death, extreme homophobia, and twisted fucking cycle paths

Junglkok pov.

I knew this was a bad idea. My fucking mom knows I like willies now. Did I even want that? What am I going to do? I feel like my head is spiraling. She raised me Christian. I knew better. I knew better than to do this, to do this at home. To do this to her. The disappointment and shame she must feel. I found myself pacing around my room manically. My mind was racing at this point and my heart rate was just as fast. My mother is all I have left in this world and now she thinks ill of me. What if she puts me in one of those camps for people like this? People of this subspecies. This wasn't me. This wasn't going to happen without a fight. Something had to be done. I was willing to do anything to make him pay. Even if that meant ruining my life forever.
For the next couple days I kept my profile low. I avoided Derek like the plague when I was in school, making excuses to get away from him any chance I could. I kept this up from Wednesday to Friday afternoon before I made my move. As our last class of the day concluded, I walked up to Derek to begin the operation.
"Hey Derek, can you come over this afternoon, we need to talk." I said calmly, prepared for the wave of questions he was going to have.
"Just shut up, go to my car and stop talking." I snapped suddenly. His face dropped as he lowered his head and walked toward the door. He had know idea what was in store.
The car ride to my house was silent as anxiety began growing in my stomach. Was I ready for this? What if I couldn't cover up my tracks well enough? Questions and possibilities raced through my head as we pulled into my driveway. I had to act quick and talk my way up. After getting settled into my bed, I began.
"Derek, I just wanted to say I am sorry. I ran away from my feelings when I should have just talked to you. The truth is, I really like you, and I got scared and avoided you. I hope you can forgive me." I hoped that was convincing enough. Tears welled up in his eyes as they began to spill onto my bed sheets. He looked up at me and kissed me passionately.
"Let me take care of you, Derek Treg." I whispered softly as I began kissing him more.
While trying to seem believable, I moved slowly so as to not cause any confusion for my weird behavior. I waited for the perfect moment to strike. I knew timing was everything right now and it was crucial for me to land every move perfectly. There was simply no room for mistakes here.
Suddenly, faster than I could comprehend myself, I shoved my thumbs into his eye sockets, feeling his still moving eyes crush beneath the pressure. His grip on my arms tightened as he began screaming and clawing at me. There was no going back now. I had to finish the job. I took both my hands and wedged them into his mouth as I ripped his jaw apart, leaving him slumped over and paralyzed.
"Have you always been this messy?" I asked, as if he could answer. I watched as the remaining bit of life drained from his body. He began growing pale as I lifted him up to carry down stairs.
"Hey ma! I got the job done." I called as I stepped down into the kitchen.
"Good work son. You did what you had to. Took you long enough though I have been waiting down here for like 45 minutes. Hope you didn't do anything homosexual while you stalled." she glared at me as she spoke.
"Fine then, bring him here." she gestured toward the dining room. I dropped him down onto the table, careful not to bump any plates or glasses already set for the family.
"KIDS! DINNER!!" she belted, as her voice rang through the hallways the sound of footsteps quickly approached. Suddenly, all my siblings came bursting through the doorway, nearly knocking our decorations off the walls in doing so.
Before I could even blink once, there were children piling onto Derek's lifeless body, gnawing and tearing away at his now cold flesh. It was a bloodbath for certain, but that was all a part of the fun, wasn't it?
"Go on, son. Get some before it's gone." my mother spoke, pride in her voice. I pushed past the rabid children on the table to get some of my precious kill to keep for myself. It wasn't often we were able to find people to eat, lucky find I guess. I sat down and kept my plate to myself, observing as everyone else cleaned off his bones, leaving only a pile of discarded teeth and inedible matter. I think I deserved this victory. To make myself proud. To gain forgiveness and blessing back from my mother. Everything felt calm again.
Satisfied from my meal, I went back upstairs to go sleep off my food coma.
Today was a good day.