Lucid [✔️]

35 [M] *

The first stab had been rather ... painful.

Not for Caleb of course. For him, the first stab had been ceremonious. He was excited for what was to come. The duct tape he had tied around his mouth didn't really do the best job at blocking out his cries. And Caleb wished he would've stuffed a sock or something in his mouth. But he decided to ignore it.

His cries and pleas were beautiful. Almost as beautiful as his moans.

Caleb knew he was making a mess. But it was kinda hard to keep things orderly when Minho kept trashing around like a cat high on catnip.

"Stop -" he stabbed him once more in his chest before driving the knife straight into his stomach.

"Moving around!"

And his requests were fulfilled.

Caleb let out a huff of relief and moved off of the older's legs. He crawled off of the bed, knife in hand and observed his masterpiece.

Kinda.

It looked horrible. But Caleb guessed that with practise, he'd get better.

After all, this had only been his second time killing someone.

He trekked into the bathroom to wash his hands and his knife off with scalding hot water. And then he brought a wet, hot cloth into the bedroom to wipe down Minho.

At least all the places he had touched.

Caleb couldn't risk getting found out so soon. He needed to make sure that everyone who used people for their bodies were eliminated.

They weren't animals. Relationships needed to be built off of emotions (ironic coming from him). Not because you solely liked someone's physical attributes.

At least, that's what his mother told him.

You shouldn't like someone solely based off of what they look like. If you're gonna do that, then you're never truly gonna find anyone you like. You might as well die single.

Though she had been joking about the final part, that whole rant kinda stuck with him for the rest of his life.