NC-17 [Angst]
Warning: rape, abuse, drug use, character death, blood, gore, animal abuse
Based off of this NoSleep: http://www.reddit.com/r/nosleep/comments/1brq09/she_trusted_him/
In which Taemin finds a way to support his drug addiction.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Aimee and Taemin's relationship was rather odd. Taemin was an alcoholic, she was disabled. But they loved each other all the same. Aimee found no fault with Taemin's alcohol addiction; but that was because he told her that he was visiting rehab for it. She trusted him. Admittedly, Taemin hated the fact that Aimee was confined to a wheelchair for the rest of her life, but he had learned to accept it.
The story begins back in the sixth grade, when they first met. Then, when they were both fifteen, Taemin asked Aimee to date him. She wasn't disabled back then, and Taemin wasn't an alcoholic. They had two years of bliss. And then came the "accident". A drunk man had pushed Aimee over the hotel balcony on which she was sitting on, injuring her spine. Taemin took that worse than Aimee had; that was where his drinking started.
But, still, he stayed and Aimee stayed. They trusted each other. Of course, they had fights; every couple does. But they still loved each other, even when Aimee left to smoke or Taemin ran out to drink with his friends.
But they had a hamartia. A fatal flaw. That was that Taemin's drinking problem grew, until he turned to drugs.
Even though he kept it quiet from Aimee because he was too ashamed, she knew. He'd come home, his pupils dilated. Sometimes he'd wake her up at night, screaming because of a bad trip.
But Taemin's drug addiction grew, too. It grew to the point where Aimee's well-paying job as a web designer couldn't keep up with his addiction. Taemin began staying out late, well past midnight, until he knew that Aimee would be asleep. It was then that he'd come home, too ashamed and guilty to face her.
It was then that Taemin met them. The two men who approached him while he was crying in the alley. The two men crouched beside him, dressed in suits and ties.
The job they offered was easy, and it would pay well. They promised that nothing would happen to him; that it was just a bit of acting.
If only Taemin knew. But he just wanted to erase the sense of guilt that weighed down his shoulders. So he took the job.
They told him to tie the dog up. He did. They told him to cut each one of its legs off. He did. They told him to cut off its fur. He did. They laughed and they filmed it. It paid well.
Taemin couldn't sleep when he got home. The dog's desperate whimpering still rang in his ears. He remembered its large black eyes, begging for the torture to end.
Aimee noticed Taemin's odd behavior that day, and asked him if he was okay. He told her that everything was fine. She knew that he wasn't okay, but she dropped it.
Taemin swore to himself that he'd stop doing drugs. He ignored their calls and their emails.
But his resolve only lasted so long. The money ran out after two weeks. Taemin sat in the alley again, crying from the guilt. Crying from betraying Aimee's trust.
The men came again. He accepted their job.
Killing the second dog was easier. He was more used to the whimpers, the blood, the laughing and the filming.
Taemin vomited after, though. But the money lasted another two weeks. Another guilt-free two weeks.
Taemin learned to handle the slaughter. They taught him to lose his sense of disgust. They made him sodomize the animal before he slaughtered it.
He told Aimee that he'd gotten a new job, as a night guard for a museum. He told her that the spooky museum was the reason for his nightmares. Aimee told him to get a new job if it bothered him, but he told her that the good pay made up for it.
Aimee knew that Taemin wasn't a night guard. She could smell the animals on his clothes when he got home. But she went along with it, because there wasn't anything else that she could do.
And then the men made him slaughter humans. Taemin was forced to rape them, torture them, and then kill them in any way that the men preferred. They paid him more; the pay lasted about a month now.
Aimee could hear Taemin's vomiting whenever he got home. She saw the holes in his arms getting bigger and deeper.
They made him pull out a woman's fingernails. They made him skin a man. They made him cut a man's penis off. Taemin didn't enjoy any of it. But he went along, because he needed the money.
Aimee asked him whether he'd been with another woman, saying that she smelled perfume on him. She didn't say that she could also smell the woman's sweat. Taemin told her that it was just a colleague with a strong perfume. Aimee didn't believe that, but she trusted him.
One day, there was a woman hanging there, a bag over her head, dangling from the ceiling from her wrists. Taemin obeyed the men's orders. Rape her, cut her, skin her, kill her.
It was easy. The drugs made it easy. He punched her, kicked her. The knife ran smoothly through the back of her legs and on her back. The blood was nothing new.
Taemin even hummed, just to put on a show as he raped her. Her pleas and screams were muffled; easy to ignore.
He stabbed her seventeen times already, just like the men said. He pulled the bag off of her head.
He knew that face.
It was Aimee's, her final expression a mixture of pain and despair.
Taemin got out using his knife. He didn't know how he escaped. He just ran to the police, still covered in her blood.
She loved him.
