❝I'M 365 SO FRESH, FEELS LIKE WE'RE FLYING IN THE SKY, SO FREE.❞
she wished she never killed a man.
he wished he wasn't in between the two.
he wished he never thought of dying.
[lowercase intended, triggering and a bit nsfw.]
based on triple h's 36...
getting a job as a barber wasn't exactly the ideal.
hyuna glances at the mirror prepared to close up for the day. the lights were close to pitch black and everything is in the plains of silent. the streets were considerably quiet, considering no vehicles or people around.
placing on her jacket, she takes her bag and slowly paces to the door. while examining her bag for the keys, a strange sound of footsteps grabs her attention. the noise is rapid and is gradually getting heavier each step. hyuna turns back, shivering and petrified of what might happen.
the sound drops.
her pulse can be heard. her arms and legs were quivering with fear.
"should I turn around?" she thought.
she took the chance.
she slowly, and silently turns around.
...
a silhouette of a man appeared. a silhouette of a man appeared pounding on the door.
"what do you want?" she called.
"a shave!" he shouts back. she nearly collapsed. he really had to present himself like that? she sighs in relief.
"I'm sorry sir, we're done for the day." hyuna replies. she previously had everything in preparation for tomorrow, so there really is no purpose of ruining it for one shave.
"really? c'mon, I'll pay extra for being late." he insists. she thought for a bit. hyuna's been coping with money for a long duration of time and would do anything for cash. supposedly just one person wouldn't be that bad.
"come in," hyuna speaks, opening the door for the man, "have a seat. I'll have everything ready for you in a sec."
"thank you." the man acknowledges. hyuna turns most of the lights on. she begins to have an eerie feeling of this guy, noticing him bite his lip is quite discomforting. she lets go of that thought, walking to the cabinet. scratching the back of her head, she selects the proper razor.
"so, a clean shave?" she asks. he didn't listen. his plastered eyes are gazing down at her lower body. she immediately adjusts her skirt, repeating the question.
he looks back at her, "oh, yes please." hyuna tilts the chair, ready to get this over with. she takes the shaving cream, applying it onto his face.
"what a nice body you got there," he licks his lip.
"thanks. I-I guess." she is already in a large level of discomfort, and all she wants is to go home. she sighs, grabbing the razor. she strips away the shaving cream, pleading that all of this would be over shortly. the man starts to move around the seat.
"sir, please stay sti-"
his hand. his hand is on the back of her thigh. it is slowly moving up her skirt. pressing her pale skin, it enters her lingerie. ashamed and terrified, she instantly grabs his hand.
"why you stop me?" he chuckles, "i know you like it." she steps away from him.
"no, i don't." she scowls, "s-stop." he gets out the chair, walking towards her. hyuna's back hits the corner of the wall, now trapped by this freak. he shifts himself against her, feeling and touching her body. sucking her throat, moaning each second. no one is around, no one is there to help her. she is the only person who can defend herself.
she swiftly scans around for something to guard herself with. her eyes catch the razor she used, which are only a few inches away. with him still sucking and groping her body, she grabs the razor. she shoves him off her, stabbing him with no hesitation. she proceeds slashing his body to bits, exposing her anger and hatred for the perverted freak.
the sound of the body collapsing to the tiled floor was the only thing that could be heard. a soft dark puddle of blood begins flowing through the clothes of the lifeless corpse.
she takes paper towels, eyes wide and terrified of what she did. her agitated hands splash into the blood, trying to obliterate it from the floor. she then takes off her jacket, again attempting to remove the burgundy liquid from the floor.
it didn't wear off.
like the man, she drops onto the floor, sobbing tears of mistake. in doubt, it took her moments to realize that.. she killed someone.
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