Hurricane (Oh Sangwoo Ambw)

Chapter Four

Marie's Pov
"Hey, do you think it's normal to enjoy killing but hate cleaning up the blood."

For just a quick second I had to pause my scrubbing to look up at Sangwoo strangely from where he sat on the steps messing with his phone deeply.

The basement was completely covered in the light giving me the perfect view to clean up the large mess he had made down here for three days.

"I wouldn't know now would I." I shook my head a little standing up, I dropped the large sponge in the bucket.

"By the way, bleach makes it obvious about your murder, if you are gonna keep doing this use different cleaning products," I told him slipping off the bright ugly yellow glows, I sighed feeling Sangwoo watching me.

"Come here." I stared at him strangely, but my bare feet hit the cold ground before I made my way over to him feeling him yank me towards him, making me sit on his lap.

"Tilt your head like this?" He gestured with his own head and I did so feeling his rough fingers then slowly trace at the fresh rope marks making me hiss a little.

"Sensitive," I mumbled a little blinking.

"You did that today? When?" He questioned, "Sangwoo you literally just have stuff laying around for me." I was started when he then gripped my face making me stare at him.

"Marie I spared your life and you could be like the twisted up bitch in that body bag, am I gonna have to treat you like a child and lock up everything? Look I get it you wanna die, you wanna feel something but under my house and with my rules I'm the only one doing the killing, you got it. " He warned me in a warning tone.

I puffed out a sigh blinking my blue eyes a few times "I suppose so." I muttered feeling his fingers still squeezing my cheeks before he brought his hand down to slap at my ass making me yelp shyly looking at him fast.

"Finish cleaning for me, I'm gonna take you somewhere, you are so depressing." He muttered letting me go, I then looked at him.

"I don't wanna leave." He just rolled his eyes propping his hand on his chin.

"I don't give a damn just get dressed before I change my mind."

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I was a little taken back by all the loud noises suddenly rushing around I kept my palms pressed firmly on my ears looking around in confusion at the many people all around, so many little kids.

I looked up to see Sangwoo smirking a little looking around before his eye softens and he looked down at me.

"Sangwoo where the hell are we?" I questioned finally my hands falling from my ears the sounds not so muffled anymore the large sleeves to my hoodie falling over my hands.

"What does it look like? It's the local carnival, I think you need some fun in your life, all you do is stare into space, so what's your favorite candy?" I stared at Sangwoo more.

"I like candy apples and cotton candy," I answered, he then smiled at me before grabbing my hand lacing our hands pulling me along with him.

I followed beside him almost like a lost puppy looking at all the bright lights, this place was full of excitement, laughter, and innocence something I wasn't use to.

After a while of me gawking at everything and even laughing Sangwoo had pulled me to sit down on a bench before he was kneeling in front of me popping pieces of the blue and pink candy in his mouth.

"Here open." He instructed I opened my mouth watching him plop the fluffy candy on my tongue I felt it dissolve with interest before I found myself giggling holding my mouth.

"That's the first time I have heard you laugh, so was that all it took me taking you out on a date?" He chuckled quietly but grabbed my hand stopping me from covering my mouth before he placed more cotton candy in my mouth.

"Guess I'll have to do it more often you have a cute giggle." He complimented me making me startled but I then grabbed a piece placing it on his mouth laughing at the face he made before he was chuckling softly.

"Hey, Marie I have a question for you." I focused on Sangwoo more when he finally got up off the floor before he was sitting down next to me with a small grunt placing his arms around me a bit.

"I know when I die I'm gonna go to hell, I have done way too many sins for me not to, Do you really want me dead or alive to torture for my sins?" He then questioned me. I was a little startled by his sudden question because I knew he was telling the truth.

A sin was a sin. But then... I would be doing the same committing sins of suicide I was trying every day.

"Would the same go for me? I am committing a deep sin every day for most of my life I have, I think a lot of sins can be forgiven if you are willing to make the change." I answered honestly seeing him stare at me a little his mouth open.

"No matter how many deaths that I die I will never forget."