☆ Painting portraits of his obsession with the blood of his victims was his Deadly Infatuation ☆
"How dare he? How can he let someone other than Kim ever touch him? Does he not know? Is he not aware of who he belongs to? That his whole body belongs...
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— time to grab some holy water...
Kim tilts his head a little. His dark eyes are so intense that Chay almost feels his skin burning. And then, a smirk appears on Kim's lips. The power of it almost sends Chay to his knees. Why is he smirking? Why does Chay feel like he has never seen anything more attractive in his life?
"Oh, well... I guess it had to happen one day. I actually did wonder how long it's gonna take you to test all that blood you keep seeing around. But you just didn't and didn't... Why did you think I kept leaving the droplets of blood everywhere? I am a messy painter, but not that messy, pretty doll... unless you want me to be messy for you."
"Droplets of blood?" Chay breathes out, his hands shaking a little. This is really happening. Kim is really just admitting to all of this just like that. Oh, gosh... into what kind of messed up situation did Chay get himself?
"Why are you acting so surprised, hmm?" Kim raises his eyebrow. "If you didn't think this yourself, you would never end up testing it. Tell me, what was it at the end? The painting I gave you, or—"
"It was the painting," Chay rasps out.
"But you still love it, don't you, pretty doll?"
"It's painted with blood, Kimhan!"
Kim grins wildly, "and isn't it riveting? Doesn't it make your blood rush faster through your veins seeing what kind of masterpiece blood can make?"
"Who's blood is it, Kim? Who did you kill? How many did you kill? Did you kill Time as well? What about Josh? Did you kill Josh, too?" Chay just can't keep all these questions inside of him. He needs answers, and he needs them now, or he'll go crazy!
Kim looks at his hand handcuffed to the bed and then back at Chay. He runs his tongue slowly over his bottom lip, eyes scrutinising every inch of Chay's body. "You wanted to play 20 questions, hmm? Well, I have a better idea—I'll answer your questions while your pretty ass will bounce on my cock over and over again until there's so much cum inside of you that it overflows while I keep fucking you until you pass out. What do you say, love, do we have a deal?"
Chay shivers all over. Kim's words... they were so filthy, so erotic and dirty, Chay should just turn around and call the police. He is dealing with a psychopath. With a cold-blooded killer without any remorse. And yet... and yet...
"Will you tell me everything?"
"Every dirty little secret I have, pretty doll," Kim purrs. "Come on, Chay. I know you want this. Your tight little hole is aching to be well stretched out by my cock. I know it does. Just let yourself go, Chay. Look at me... you handcuffed me—if you change your mind, you can just get out of bed and I can do nothing about it. You have all the power over me. Don't you want to use it?"
Chay gulps down. Rubbing his sweaty palms over his thighs, he moves towards the bed, it bends a little under his weight when he kneels by Kim's right side, careful eyes gliding up and down Kim's body nervously. "What do you want me to do?"
