Smiling Killing |Inspired By KILLING STALKING|

|Two|

Groaning. My head hurt. I was laying in something thick and wet. What was it? It clung to my skin like dead souls that were trying to live again.

"Ow..." I groaned as I turned to roll over but gasped as I was restricted as something was hooked to my wrists.

What..?

As my vision cleared, I peered at the heavy, metal bands around my wrists, my skin beneath it red raw and bleeding. It took me a moment to realise that I was chained to a pole that sat in the middle of the basement.

I gasped, spitting out blood and looked around. A cool breeze washed over me - I was naked except for my small briefs. As I turned my head, I gasped and shrieked as I saw the man beside me - missing his eye.

It was just a round, thick hole in his skull, blood pooling out and running down his face and dropping from his chin. He was surrounded by a pool of blood, looking black and crusted on the edges as if it were weeks old.

And I too was laying in a pool of blood.

Is...is this mine..?

"You awake?" Her voice said with malicious intent from the shadows that hung in the corners of the basement.

I jolted, wincing as my shackles cut into my wrists. Slowly, she emerged with a small brown bag in her hands, soaked in blood.

The Jang Ah Rin I was looking at wasn't like the one I had first seen. She was cloaked in shadow, her eyes equally as dark, her face hard and stern with a deadliness in her eyes.

How...? She was so sweet, kind, soft and small...

She locked eyes with me, making a chill run down my spine before she turned to face the other guy.

He was quite large in size, way taller than her, and seemed to look like one of those popular and handsome sort of guys. But he looked powerless and dead as she stood before him.

She crouched down, cocking her head to the side as she pulled down the gag in his mouth.

"Su-bin?" She said softly. "Do you know why you're hear."

He moaned in pain.

"Su-bin" she said, then sighed, shaking the bag as something started to move around in the blood soaked bag. "Su-bin...means beauty. Did you know?"

He gargled and spat out blood.

"Hm" she said and sighed. "Well. Su-bin, there's this thing called a homicidal tendencies. Heard of it?" She grinned at him.

He whimpered.

"And you, Su-bin" she said softly, shaking the bag again as something moved within it as she did. "Have...sexual, tendencies."

She then leaned close into him, a soft smile on her lips. She then softly whispered. "You tried to rub that pathetic excuse for a dick against me. Tried to hold me down." Her eyes turned deadly. It was almost as if they turned fully black as she stared down at him. "You wanted me to suck it, didn't you..?"

I don't know why, but I felt...almost empathetic to her as she said that. But my current situation made me forget such feelings.

"Well" she said, reaching into the bag and pulling something out slowly. "You can suck your own."

It was in her hand.

A severed...bloody...

Dick...

That explained all the blood around him...

I felt bile rise into my throat, and I pressed my thighs together in horror. I watched the gleam in her eyes as she then shoved his own dick down his throat.