Dr. Sugar Daddy

2 - Acceptance

'You have a match!'

What a pleasant surprise...

Dr. Seo Moonjo knows he's a handsome man. Both the men and ladies at his clinic would shower him with compliments day and night. And no matter where he went, or what he did, heads would always turn to him. 

So why not use it to his advantage? He's charismatic, has a smooth voice, don't forget the height and of course, money. He was the epitome of perfection and he used his appearance as bait.

No, lure. 

Who isn't desperate enough to bow down to him?

 The mere thought of his submissive toys brought a shiver of pleasure down his spine as he yanked the long-haired brunette who currently sat tied up in the withered dentist chair in the basement of his home. With a lack of energy, his current toy was slack causing the dentist to be very disappointed, the only reason why he had forgiven it was the fact that the toy allowed its jaw to fall... giving the doctor the perfect view of his teeth. 

"How revolting" 

His teeth could not be used for his personal project, no. 

His masterpiece only deserved the best and what was presented in front of him should burn till it was nothing left. Fortunately for the doctor, his basement had a wood burning fireplace, perfect for disposing all sorts of evidence. His basement was supposed to be shaped out to be a living room of sorts but why do that when you can have a torture room? A pleasure room. 

After killing, dismembering and burning his plaything, he finally turned to his phone where he would find his next victim. A young woman in her early 20s, nothing special but it would be perfect for trying out his newest torture device. His eomma would always give him something new to try out and he would always give her his honest review, if it was good, he'd bring back the toy for her to use on her own victims. If it was bad, well the twins can play with them, hopefully they were smart enough to not kill themselves. 

Cleaning until it was spotless, as if there was not a single shed of bloodbath. Moonjo made his way towards upstairs, to the house he lived in and cleaned himself in the washroom. Once he was done and clean for what society expects of him, he then made his way towards his bed but he didn't sleep no. 

Moonjo never sleeps, he reads, he lurks, he eats. It varies from night to night. And today it was a lurking day as the screen illuminated his face in the darkness of the bedroom. What he says on the account where people are desperate enough to leech money off on is true, he does want a companion of some sort. 

He want's someone perfect. Someone who can unlock their hidden desires and mold into their truest form. It doesn't matter if it comes under the guise of friendship or becoming enemies. He wants his masterpiece but in order to get one, the artist has to find its muse for the creator to have a creation. 

'Yoon Jongwoo

Age: 27

Looking for: Someone to help me escape. I'll go anywhere and do anything you request as long it is not sexual' 

The lone flame that lingered in his chest ignited into a bonfire.

Simply taking in the appearance of the no doubt what people call a prettyboy, Moonjo was intrigued, enamored but most of all, he was curious. He could see a lock behind the eyes, one that somehow he knew he held the key to. But what would it unlock exactly?

Regardless, he had swiped right on him and slowly did a new feeling blossom, one he would deny if you were to ask him. 

Thankfully his request was answered as later on in the morning, whilst inputting data into the computer in his office did his phone ding a familiar ding. 

'You have a match'

Of course he knew exactly who matched him, he hadn't swiped on anything else since acquiring his new plaything earlier that evening and he has no intention of swiping anymore, not since his greatest and newest project willingly decided to submit himself to the man holding his key.