Victims

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TRIGGER WARNING!!! Warning this book is very fucking graphic. I am 100% being serious. I actually don't like writing romance all that much, I like writing horror more. If you have read my other works you may be surprised, but I am mesmerized with horror. So if you do not like reading FICTIONAL horror, blood, gore, murder, stalking, crazy shit please leave. You have been warned. :) If I see complaining I will lose my shiiiiit.

DO NOT READ IF YOU GET EASILY DISTURBED! This is romanticizing murdering so :) sorry abt that. This is Top!Baku & Bottom!Todo

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Sounds of panting and huffing could be heard all throughout the dark cellar. The smell of metallic filled the room with a taste of blood. It was a cold place. Dark and cold. Not that the blonde minded. He was never there that often. Well maybe often, but not long. 

"P-please... let me out, I-i won't tell. I-i promise." 

The boy stuttered. The older could imagine the terror in the boy's eyes. The hood that was over his head had been soaked from tears. 

Get rid of him.

Of course, it was the voice again. Always telling him what to do. What he wanted. And what he needed. Well, Katsuki already knew what he needed. No one had to tell him that. It was obvious. all he needed or could ever want was the red and white-haired boy. The one with the beautiful mismatched eyes. 

Now all he had to do was get rid of all the people keeping him from getting what he needed. The voice helped him with that. The voice did appear when his love for the boy had grown into more than just a crush. 

Use the trailing point knife this time, make your cuts clean. One cut at the stomach, and one at the throat. 

The voice was very precise when it spoke. He never killed the exact same way. Well, he had only killed three people but he knew that the voice liked variety. Kind of like the red and white-haired boy. 

Katsuki picked up the knife. Getting a wet rag to clean the blade. It was sharp to the touch. It even pricked Katsuki's thumb which made red blood ooze out and down his arm. He hadn't felt any pain. He hadn't felt any pain in years. He could get punched in the face and not even feel the slightest sting. 

"No need to worry. I know you won't tell." Katsuki's dark voice spoke. The boy flinched at the sound. He trembled with fear. 

The older knelt down. Pulled out a black marker while pulling up the boy's shirt, he drew a dotted line across his stomach. Then one on his neck. 

Perfect 

Katsuki got up again.. He grabbed the boy by the hair and dragged him all the way to the old workshop table. 

He picked him up and dropped him on the table, before strapping his legs, torso, and head down. Katsuki didn't need the boy squirming and fucking up his precise cuts. 

"P-PLEASE DON'T HURT ME! PLEASE!" The boy started to scream. Katsuki clicked his tongue before pulling off the boy's mask. The boy opened his eyes, they were bloodshot and brimming with tears.

"N-no, Bakugo... w-what are you doing?" Then Katsuki could tell at the exact moment when the boy had an epiphany.

"Y-you killed Minoru Mineta and Sen Kaibara!" 

Katsuki let out a hoarse laugh. 

Kill him

"Smart. Now it's time for you to go Yosetsu Awase." 

Katsuki held up the knife and swung down with hard force. A terrorizing scream was let out of the boy. Blood was all over the knife and Bakugo's shirt. 

Sadly Yosetsu was still alive. He would be dead in a couple of seconds but before then Katsuki had already sliced his throat. 

Clean it up, wrap his head in a trash bag and burn his body. Throw his head in the river. 

Katsuki did as told. 

Burn your clothes and clean the machete and your hands using hydrogen peroxide. 

Katsuki did as told.

He always did as told. 

The voice had told him if he listened he would get him what he wanted most.

The blonde didn't like to listen to orders.

But he wanted the boy.

No.

He needed the boy.