SADISM

2.2

Hurt him. Make him bleed. Hear him cry. Hanseo’s mouth opens in arousal. “I’ll let my guys know.” Vincenzo says, “he will be with you, and you can ask him for anything.” Anything. Hanseo sneers. “Are you going to tell me how my brother became so obedient?” Hanseo asks, slight jealousy in his voice. “I have my methods.” “Spill.” Hanseo takes a sip. “Sorry,” Vincenzo raises his hand, “But it’s for another time.”
“Oh, so that’s how it is.” Hanseo smiles. “I will give you tips along the way,” The mafia boss adds, “You can go along with it if he refuses to obey you.” Obey. Hanseo’s stomach sinks in turmoil. He wants that. He wants Hanseok to obey him. “Okay,” Hanseo nods, “Yeah.” A little too excited. Vincenzo pours Hanseo another cup of coffee and cleans the kitchen. Walks to the living room to make a call and disappears into the bathroom. Hanseo sits quietly, pensive. There’s an immoral smile in his heart and he gaps shamelessly at the thought of Hanseok’s forthcoming misery. Today he will keep it simple. Today, Hanseo is going to hurt him a little. Make him whimper the way Vincenzo did. Get a good
understanding of Hanseok’s mental and physical state, then go from there. He already has some torture mechanism in mind. He had thought about it often, whipping him, taking him to the ice rink and beating him with a hockey stick. Beating him with a baseball bat or pulling out his nails and teeth. It was already thought of. After yesterday though, he was thinking of other things that were making his groin excited as well. When Vincenzo comes out of the bathroom. He is ready to leave. “I’ll leave you at it,” he says,
“Let me know if you need anything.” Hanseo nods, “I will.” He watches the mafia boss leave in a hurry. The young man takes a slow sip of his coffee as he tries to stomach down the anticipation. The thought of him being in the room with Hanseok again was sensual. Unable to control himself, he jolts off his seat and makes his way to the bedroom where his luggage is scattered with clothes all over.
He picks a comfortable outfit. Something that fits comfortably against his body. Looking at himself over the mirror, he becomes envious of Hanseok’s handsome body. The man was perfect – tall and lean, good looking, clean and fit. Hanseo can’t stop thinking about Hanseok and leaves his apartment in a hurry. What was the code to Hanseok’s apartment? He hits his forehead in frustrations. Wait, did Vincenzo even give him the
code? He quickly throws Vincenzo a message and walks towards the elevator slowly, waiting for an answer from the mafia boss. Reaching, there are two guards from yesterday that are still standing by Hanseok’s door, but there is a third man. Hands held together in front of him in a respective manner. He is another one of Vincenzo’s men, and he is there to escort Hanseo inside the apartment. The message bell from Hanseo’s phone rings, and he looks down. The passcode is ‘nine one nine
two,’ the same as the cctv room. He smirks, and then another message shoots through, ‘be careful.’ Hanseo nods at the phone, and then at the man waiting for him. He punches in the code and enters the apartment, anxiously. No matter how ready he is, it still sends butterflies in Hanseo’s stomach.
The sun is illuminating the apartment beautifully. It’s a beautiful sight. If Hanseo was to look out the oversized windows, he can see the world through it.
He walks down the hallway to where the bathroom - expecting Hanseok to be hiding in it. Instead, the door is ajar with no one inside. He hears the thud of the bedroom door closing and Hanseo smiles wholeheartedly.
The young man stomps further into the hallway and opens the bedroom door vigorously. There’s no need for such force, but he is elated. Hanseok is sitting on his bed and startles, the tremble in his hand dripping coffee over the duvet his knees are covered in. He seems to have been reading a newspaper.
“I heard you close the door.” Hanseo says, walking cheerfully towards his nervous brother.
“I didn’t.” “Oh?” Hanseo looks at the ceiling, trying to find where the cctv camera is. He sees a red light flickering in the corner and points at it, “I can check the camera.” Hanseok sucks in his left cheek and mulls. There’s a thought in his eyes, “Go ahead,” his eyebrows jump. His eyes fall away from Hanseo and towards the man standing by the door. It’s one of Vincenzo’s men, but he can’t see the mafia man himself.
As if he can read Hanseok’s mind, the younger sibling answers, “Vincenzo isn’t here.” Hanseo grinds his teeth, “It’s just me and you.” Hanseok scoffs, “and your little bodyguard there.” He puts the newspaper and coffee down on the nightstand and gets up. Taller than Hanseo, “Scared, were you?” Hanseo sucks in the laugh that is about to escape him, he covers his lips with three fingers, mocking, “Sorry,” he says. He steps back. He looks at Hanseok up and down, “I’m glad you got dressed today.” The look on Hanseok’s face falters from anger to displeasure. He huffs and grinds his canine teeth together. Eyes showing a different emotion than his sniveling face. Hanseo purses his lips into his mouth and bites them. Hanseok looks good. It also looks like Vincenzo had spared him the closet. The brown leather jacket and dark jeans look good on Hanseok. His lean body is perfect. If not for the bruise on the older brother’s lip, and the little cut on his cheek; Hanseo would think it was just another day from two years ago.
Hanseok is shaking in anger. Fists clenching. Hanseo bites his lip, teasing, “What are you going to do?” he asks, giggling. Wanting to start a fight. The older brother doesn’t say anything, but a small voice escapes his throat. “Almost two years.” Hanseo shakes his head, “I have thought of this moment.” To himself, he affirms, “I will take my time.” The older brother jeers, “Take your time! You took almost two years to recover from a gunshot that could’ve taken a normal person a few months!” Hanseo’s face drops. Remembers the knock-on deaths door, the woe of the wounds. He looks at Hanseok’s nervous and angry face. “What did you say?” Hanseok hisses, “I said, take your time,” and repeats the dismissal of his recovery period, “A normal person could’ve recovered faster than your pitiful soul.” Hanseo marches two steps forward and raises his hand in a bid to slap him. Ready to remove the
obnoxious look on his older brother’s face. It’s a feeble attempt as Hanseok catches his hand midair. “You stupid little boy,” Hanseok’s eyes bulge, “You’ve always been this naïve.” He pushes Hanseo back and throws him to the ground. Hanseo let’s himself fall, and he starts laughing. On the floor with his hands spread and knees upward, he sits and looks at Hanseok with begrudging eyes. “Actually,” he kicks Hanseok in the ankle and the man stumbles in surprise. “You little punk,” Hanseok tries to kick Hanseo, but the younger man gets to his feet quickly and dodges. Hanseo stands tall. Nothing but self-satisfaction on his face. “You weak little shit. You think you can hurt me?” Hanseok swallows, “You’re just the bitter secondary man you have always been. Either take orders or let someone do the big boy work.” He hisses, “Try hitting me, I swear I’ll kill you for sure this time.” Hanseo swipes at his face and dips his chin into his chest. “Really?” “Yes,” Hanseok answers eagerly. Hanseo walks up to his older brother, in a dare. He opens his arms, “Go ahead.”
Hanseok takes a deep breath and contemplates. Sizes up his younger brother and raises his hand to hit Hanseo in the face.
The younger man laughs as he catches Hanseok’s wrist and restrains it in a strong grip. The older man hisses and pulls, but unpredictably is unable to.
Hanseok looks from his captured hand to Hanseo’s face, shocked by the sudden surprise of
strength, his eyebrows knot in confusion. His other hand tries to pry at Hanseo’s grip. “You know,” Hanseo starts, getting aroused by his brother. “I don’t think you understand what’s going on here.” he tightens his grip and gets a satisfactory hiss from his brother.

The End