Prison of Love &Pain

Chapter 1-Lee Hyukjae Part 1

No One's POV

His hands and feet were bound in chains as a group of policemen accompanied him, paying with close attention so he wouldn't escape.
They seemed frightened by the young male in between them though. They all knew what the other was capable of and they had some kind of respect, if you could call it that.
He was tall, slim, well-toned and seemed  to innocent to belong to that place.

A high-security prison had waited for him but the only one that came in question was already filled up to the edge. It would take a while until there was space again and for this period of time he would have to go to a normal prison near Seoul, where everyone was preparing for his arrival already. Guards would be added, the other staff would get special instructions and tasks and the prison would be controlled for sharp objects and other things that could be out of place when being in his hands.

Blonde hair was covering his eyes slightly, his skin pure and lightly tanned, his lips full and he was very handsome. But, as always, you shouldn't trust your first impression. If you take a closer look you would be able to see the smirk covering his lips, his eyes, cold and careless; the eyes of a murderer with no regret nor a tingle of guilt..

He had killed people, many people, for about two years without being caught.
One mistake and he was crowded by police cars not long after his last murder. One mistake that could have been his last. Death penalty? Could be possible, probably was unavoidable. The trials were still in progress and the blonde could either be lucky and get 15 years or would be sentenced to death.

His name was Lee Hyukjae, better known as Eunhyuk.
The blonde would go into bars and clubs, would look around for his next victim. When he had spotted the perfect prey he would treat him for a drink. The chosen one would take it gladly, he would feel dizzy after some moments of talking with Hyukjae. The moment when Hyukjae would lead him outside into his car and would drive somewhere on the countryside where it seemed abandoned.

The attractive stranger would find himself, lying on his stomach, his hands tied behind his back, a blindfold covering his eyes and screaming useless as he would be gagged by a cloth.
Plently, maybe hundreds of young, attractive men had found themselves in this situation, panicked, shocked, afraid to die. Hyukjae had stopped counting after his first twenty victims. No one would leave this abandoned factory, where he always took his victims to, alive.

The factory has probably been abandoned for 15 years, maybe even more . The walls were highly damaged and any normal person would have been afraid of entering the old building since it looked like it would collapse any second. But Hyukjae didn't care, it was the perfect place to him and he had everything he needed here. This included: A mattress, his utensils he needed to get rid of the traces he possibly left on his victims, a few more knives and other stuff that could come in handy sooner or later.

After a few days they would be found in pieces at some spot of the Han river. Some were also found in forests but only months later when some dog came back barking with something rotten between his teeth which used to be an arm, or a foot, or anything.They never had caught Hyukjae though as he never had left a trace. He wore gloves, even desinfected their bodies carefully after the murder.
But he made one mistake with his last victim. He would have killed himself if this one police man hadn't suddenly yanked his hands on the back to handcuff him. The blonde had tried to struggle free but it was no use as the other police men had pointed guns on him and the one holding him back had been too strong.

At least his last victim had been a good prey, the best he had ever had. His name? It had something with a chul...I think it had Hee as well. In all honesty, Hyukjae didn't give a shit about names, but he asked for them to start a conversation and make the other like him. They always would answer shyly and rub the back of their necks.
They acted cute but knew themselves that they were unhumanly handsome and sexy. But they were naive. Naive to take a drink from a stranger.

Well back to Heechul. Heechul was tall and skinny. He had bright red hair, big, round doe eyes and the most eye-catching feature of his had been his smile. Or rather smirk? The red head had acted shy and cute at first but as soon as he had flashed this smirk at him Hyukjae had been at his table with a prepared drink within only seconds.
Those guys like Heechul were the nicest in bed. The best to have fun with and Heechul had been the best out of all his victims. He had been a vocal and not a quiet one, his voice was like music to his ears. Better than that? The older had been enjoying Hyukjae's game. Yes, he had thought it was some kind of game, that Hyukjae had a kink or something.
He even had been ended up begging for more, till..

A few weeks ago

Hyukjae's POV

The first cut. Oh that sound of pleasure mixed with pain filled scream. Oh how much I enjoy this. Especially with this one. I made the first cut, light but strong enough to make a clearly visible long line on my prey's back.
Much to my surprise he didn't scream like the others. He only gasped in surprise.
"Wh-what are you doing Eu-eunhyuk?" I never told them my real name. To my victims I was only Eunhyuk from the beginning to the end, though since a few weeks ago it had become my habbit to whisper them a 'nice' sentence into their ear along with my real name and take off their blindfold to look into their eyes of which the soul and everything living was slowly fading in the last seconds of their lives.

I really had enjoyed Heechul and his facial expression along the look on his eyes which had been the best. It was probably the reason why I messed up and left my glove at the crime scene. Don't even ask how they found out about the factory being the scene of crime, I myself have absolutely not the slightest idea.

To Be Continued