⚠️Mention of blood and torture
1. Don't bleed on my floor
It seems to be a normal Friday night in Seoul. The sky as black as a lake, the lights reflecting from the cars, the tired people returning from work, or the lights of the blocks, which are getting ready to close for bedtime, teenagers happy that the weekend is coming, people gathering in bars to drink for the end of the tiring week.
And now. In a villa far from the others. Retreat to a field. No neighbors. No roads. Only that house and its owner. What happens in it?
"Embarrassing" says the masked man looking at the bloody body on the floor of his basement
"Now who will be next, you?" he turns and points his finger at the woman sitting on the ground, tied at the hands and feet with some metal chains "Or you?" turns again and points to the 9-year-old child who is crying uncontrollably at the sight of his father who' not breathing anymore.
"Please, please, spare us and I promise I won't tell anyone" says the woman, crying uncontrollably
"For real? You're not going to tell anyone?" says the masked man and sits down in front of the woman with an expression that says pity, she nods yes "Do you think I'm that stupid?" asked the man laughing
"Then kill me and leave my child alone, he is only nine years old"
"Do I look like a nanny to you?" the man gets up from the floor and takes a sharp but also rusty blade.
He goes towards the woman and pulls her off the ground so hard that she had a little left and broke her arm. He places her on a hospital bed that he has in the basement, puts a dirty towel in her mouth "It hurts to do this, but it will hurt you more" says the man smiling like a maniac and touches the woman with blade. Blood flowing. Screams can be heared from a mile away. But he doesn't care. These people deserve it.
"How beautiful" says the man looking at his masterpiece that he made on the woman's skin.
A rose full of blood. His initials, LH, printed on the woman's neck, and a phrase that may have several meanings, on the woman's cheek "Game on" he reads, his bloody hands drawing lines across the words.
He checked with two fingers if the woman still had a pulse and smiled when he felt her heartbeat. "let's get started"
He took a hammer with 3 nails from a table and started by putting them in her hands. The woman howled in pain, the towel from her mouth falling next to her. The man forced her to open her mouth, stick out her tongue and stick a nail in it. Still displeased, he took kitchen scissors and cut her tongue in the most painful way. Just when the woman thought the man was bored, he took a saw.
He started by cutting off her fingers, followed by her feet, the woman being still alive, followed by her neck.
"Done" he said happily
He saw the 9-year-old boy who witnessed his parents being killed in front of him. He looked at him not knowing what to do, he approached the child with small steps but the child started to scream out of fear.
"Easy easy, I won't hurt you. I won't kill children, I would be too pathetic"
"W-why did you do that?" the man sits in front of the child, looking into his eyes
"Your parents are not the most holy people. They made a lot of mistakes, especially to me. The first time they wanted to go to the police when they saw me covered in blood, yes I forgave them, then I was fooled and they stole from me important information, I forgave them again too. But now...they touched what was mine"
"How expensive?"
"The most precious thing in the world to me, kid"
"So...what are you going to do with me?"
"You can't go home, you don't have parents to take care of you, plus I don't trust you to let you go after what you've seen"
"Am I going to stay here?"
