Fracture [Yoonseok FF]

● Kill Of The Night ●

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The sound of the woman's frantic shuffling and her expensive heels echo down the corridor, along with her ragged sobs and exhausted breaths.

"Help me!" She cries, struggling to keep herself standing as she holds the wall for support, leaving behind a bloody hand print from when she was slashed trying to evade a ten inch knife that was swung at her.

Poor thing, all she was wanted was a night out with the girls, to have fun, get shit-faced wasted, and possibly get laid.

Never did she expect to end up running for her life inside of an abandoned motel.

Yet here she is, running and running, her heels clacking away as she tries to hide from her attacker. The man with the ever so charming smile, who bought her a few drinks, danced with her, gave her the best oral sex she has ever had in her life, and took her to this precise location, only to turn into a monster and attack her.

Such a pity. She really wanted to fuck him too; slide her walls down his cock and have him fuck her into next Tuesday. Damn, why do all the hot guys have to be psychopaths?

"Oh god! Someone help me!" She cries, hot and sticky tears drip down her pretty red stained cheeks, one side being flushed pink with adrenaline and a slight buzz from the alcohol, while the other held a noticeably large hand print from where she was slapped during the struggle.

More blood oozes out of her wound, dropping all over the place as she presses her hand against the walls, leaving a trail of blood behind. She begins to feel faint, but gathers up the courage to move forward, grabbing at any door handle she sees, only to cry in misery when they don't open.

She screams again, running to each and every door, helplessly trying to open them, only to find them locked. The blood trials she leaves behind grows longer, and on the other end was the man responsible, the man with the charming smile, holding the large ten inch blade in his hand as he casually follows her, even whistling a tune for his own enjoyment.

Its cliché really, watching this pitiful woman run for her life, hearing her scream from help when obviously no one is around to save her. It makes him chuckle, that's how amusing he finds all of this.

She peers over her shoulder, her body going tense as she sees her attacker. "Get away from me!" She screams, like much of his victims always do when they know they are going to die, but still pathetically act brave.

Continuing to run, the woman finds herself at the end of the corridor, with one final door in front of her. She prays to god the door was unlocked, and what are the odds, the door just so happens to be unlocked, giving her that spark of hope as she runs inside the room and locks it.

The man keeps his nonchalant pace, stopping in front of the door and teasingly tapping the tip of his blade against the door. "Darling, why are you hiding from me? I was only having some fun."

His eerily calm tone makes her skin crawl, making her back away from the door and look around for an escape route. There wasn't much but an empty room and a window that led to a balcony just outside.

The tapping of his blade against the door triggers her. "Get away from me you fucking psycho!!" She screams and goes for the window, opening it and climbing onto the balcony.

There was a ladder leading to the roof and she kicks off her heels and climbs it, hoping to find another that leads down.

Her hand stings as the cold metal makes contact with the open wound, causing more blood to gush out and possibly some infectious disease to enter her body. But who really gives a fuck about getting sick when there is a gorgeous man chasing you with a knife.

She makes it onto the roof and spots a ladder just on the opposite end, and like any one with a rational thought, she goes for it, only to have her entire world crumble beneath her pretty manicured feet.

The ladder was broken, leaving her stranded and crying miserably because that's what pitiful murder victim's always do, fucking cry.

"Found you."

The air in her lungs leaves her body in a shrill scream as she turns around, only to be met with a ten inch blade ramming deep into her stomach, with the man at such a close proximity to her that he wraps one arm around her slim waist, twisting the blade slowly, getting a hard on just by the haunted look in her eyes.

She pisses herself, the urine mixed with her warm sticky blood oozes down her smoothly shaven legs, forming a puddle under her feet. An acidic pain shoots through her as she feels her body spasm, the life draining out of her as she stares into her attackers eyes, almost as if he was drawing it all in, fueling him.

He stares down upon her, his cock growing harder and his smile growing wider to the point where it forms into a heart. "Nasty little whore, aren't ya?" He muses, voice deep and brooding with a touch of malevolence to give it that spice.

"Pl-ea..se...don't kill...me." ugh, a typical victim behavior. They always beg not to be killed, hoping that by some slim chance, their attacker would gain some sort of heart and spare them.

Too bad Jung Hoseok has no heart. He's just a crazy son of bitch with an addiction to kill.

Hoseok pulls the knife out and rams it back into her stomach, doing it over and over until she collapse to the ground, eyes dilated, lifeless.

Even so, he continues to stab her, the blood splattering into his face and into his mouth. He has a taste and already he's about to cum. Nothing feels as good, as addicting, as cock warming, and as heart pumping as a good kill.

For Jung Hoseok, killing was better than drugs and sex combined. To him, killing was his drug and killing was just as pleasurable as sex. Though both are always a bonus when included in his killings.

Just now, he feels a sort of comforting high, euphoria spreading through his veins as he stares at the kill of the night.

Such a pity. She really was a lovely woman, and her pussy was quite delicious too. Maybe he should have fucked her before killing her. Oh well, no sense in dwelling on it. There will be plenty more to come.

He shrugs, wiping the bloody knife on her pretty black dress and placing it back into its sheath before hiding it behind his back, tucking it between his jeans and his shirt.

He doesn't bother disposing the body, the police will pick it up eventually. And when they do, they'll never know that it was him. Dumb fucks don't even know how to investigate properly. He can't wait for the day that someone actually comes close to catching him, then he'll have some real fun.

With all that done, Hoseok leaves with his appetite full and his addiction tamed, for now. Women are fun to play with, but they give him a temporary high, and Hoseok wanted an everlasting one.

One he usually can get from a man.

"Its been a while, since I had a good cock."