☯ marcus' house

@Sungmin Kyuhyun was now sitting at the table with his ramyun, poking at it and sighing a bit. He wasn't that hungry anymore. While he stared at it, a dropping feeling attacked his stomach making him want to hurl. A sudden rush of tears burned his eyes as he stood up and hurled in the sink. The killer coughed and rubbed his eyes, hurling some more. The burning sensation at the back of his throat and the feeling of floating fire in his stomach. He groaned and ruffled his hair, looking out the small kitchen window. "What the ." He muttered and leaned down to rinse out his mouth.

Kyuhyun assumed it was the drug mix or something he ate from yesterday finally kicking in. He sighed and laid on the couch, his cheek pressed against the red satin. His chest felt a sharp pain, like it was being stabbed. It was in between his lungs near his stomach, he looked down; expecting to see some sort of insect to be crawling out but it just ended up to be a small spasm attack. Kyuhyun sighed once against and closed his eyes.

The killer sat up, walking back to the room. A shiver ran through at the sudden cold air, leaving the door open as he crawled in to bed with Sungmin. He felt like and he thought he could share it with the other. The taller wrapped his long arms around the blonde's petit waist, nuzzling his nose against the back of Sungmin's neck. He noticed how cold the other was and decided to keep him warm. The freezing air nipped at Kyuhyun's bare back as he draped his legs around the smaller's in a possessive hold.

The brunette pulled up the sheet to cover their bodies. He didn't feel good and he just wanted to sleep. Summer had jumped up on the bed, sandwiching Sungmin between the furry animal and Kyuhyun. She looked at the two humans and huffed a bit. Her furry head dropping on to her paws, staring at the smaller human in her master's embrace. Summer yawned and closed her eyes soon drifting off to sleep.

- short.

@Kyuhyun As expected, he didn't receive any other answer but loneliness, coldness of the winter wind, and silence that filled the room at immediate as Marcus left. The window was left open mindlessly, slowly urging him into jumping outside once again. that idea though. One broken leg was enough to drive him crazy; like he needed another one to make his life miserable. The exhaustion in him slowly lured him down, his eyelids feeling heavier and heavier over seconds, and soon enough, his conscience fell dark and he was brough into the dreamland of his own. The dreamland filled with horrifying nightmares that haunted him.

Even if Sungmin would much appreciate his brain for forgetting everything in this, he was brought back, yet again, to the eyes of a fifteen year-old freshman in some high school located on the grounds of Texas, USA. He doesn't recall the name of the high school, but that didn't matter. It was his first day of school. As a smart, pretty, and one of the most popular kid in his years of middle school, everyone put high expectations on him through the last four years of his life. Even /he/ put up high expectations for himself—but as always, nothing good ever comes by in his life, if he wanted them to.

Less than a month after the orientation day and the first celebration day, Sungmin was quickly drawn into 'relationships', just like any other normal kid would. At the same time, he met someone named Ryan Folsom, who ended up to be the bestest friend he could ever ask for until today. He fell in love, got into a relationship, and for it to be successful—for anything to be successful—Sungmin believed to put the most effort into it. Problem was, he ended up putting too much effort into it, and fell into the traps of juvenile rebellion. 7 years ago, Lee Sungmin, the society's best future, became a drug addict for one reason; his boyfriend, Alex Johnson (it's funny cuz this guy exists XDDD).

Then, as if planned, there came , abuse, alcohol, and ended up with him losing all his respects, hopes, and dreams. His parents passed away, all because that one night, he went out to party without their permission; the house was set on fire by a competing business that his mother and father had been having some kind of problems with. He blamed himself for it, but what could he have done? And without his younger brother's existence, Sungmin was in a shock for everything that unfolded so fast he didn't have the time he wished for to be ready for more to come.

All in all, his life folded down fast. And with no possible future left of him in that state, Niel decided on his own that he would move away to New York City. No by plane, but by any transportation he could afford with his own money that he'd make along the way. This was his own problem, his parents' money that were left for hi were unnecessary. He won't be using them unless it was for his own funeral.

Images after images of his life flashed before his eyes. From the first day to present. Then suddenly, a churn in his stomach woke him up. Sungmin slowly opened his eyes, his consciousness pulling him right back to the cruel reality. So, /this/ wasn't a dream. Couldn't believe he fell down on his knees for some freak show.

His eyes shifted to the side. With the darkness of the room, the brightly shining moon, the pure white snow, and the silence of the wind, Sungmin was acknowledged by mother nature that this was night time already. His body ached, and he was too sore to even ove an inch, afraid that a limb might fall off.

Niel sighed in defeat and stared into the sky... "Short steps.." A melody escaped from his lips, as if hypnotized by the beauty of the creamy-colored full moon. "Deep breath... Everything is alright. Chin up, I can't step into the spotlight. She said 'I'm sad', somehow without anywords, I just stood there, searching for an answer. When this world is no more, the moon is all we'll see. I'll ask you to fly away with me. Until the stars all fall down, they empty from the sky, but I don't mind. If you're with me, then everything's alright."

@Sungmin Kyuhyun was completely bored and a little hungry considering he's still high as . A sigh left his lips before getting up and slipping on sweat pants and leaving without a word. He made his way to the kitchen, Summer's paw falling in time with his own feet. She sat beside the kitchen table as the brunette went to the pantry, grabbing a packet of spicy ramyun. He then grabbed a small pot, filling it with water. Next step was obvious; putting it on the stove, turning it on for it to function, boiling the water. Kyuhyun sat on one of the chairs beside Summer, petting her softly. "I have a feeling this one is like pediastrum boryanum." He mumbled, patting her head as she scooted closer.

The killer hated people that were like that. They just grew on him. His mother, father and his first friend were like that. Summer was the only exception, and she was a dog.

Kyuhyun was put up for adoption at age 6 because his mother couldn't take care of him after his father died in a car crash. She had a trouble feeding both of them-always only feeding Kyuhyun in the end-, she was sure that a good family would adopt the adorable boy. He was playful, full of smiles, and just lovable. He was also extremely smart so a good family would adopt him. Oh how she was wrong.

When he was put in the first home he cried a lot. He missed his mother and he missed his own things. He probably didn't have a lot but he still liked the hugs and kisses his mom gave him. Kyuhyun was bullied by the kids in his foster home and the foster parent didn't do anything about it. But as a child Kyuhyun 'tattle tale-d' to his Teacher when she asked.

He was then moved to a different, that's where he met a little boy his age. He forgot the name of the other on purpose. Kyuhyun grew close to him before he was adopted and left Kyuhyun, all alone. At the age of 7 he was himself by two older boys who were 11 and 12. Kyuhyun learned how to become cold and mean around the same time, hitting other kids with toys if they so much looked at him the wrong way.

Kyuhyun continued to be adopted and abused. Let it be physically or ually. It happened. That's why he's like this, not getting attached to things and having nearly no emotions at all besides annoyance and hatred.

He will always be like this. Nothing can change him, it would take an outstanding miracle and/or prayer. Something that would make you believe in to hand readers and magic crystals.

-IDK

@Kyuhyun "Yet.." Sungmin reminded himself softly and turned away. Needless to say, he still meant nothing to Marcus—nothing more than a slave and a tool that is. Of course, why didn't he think of that? Something was probably malfunctioning in his humanoid-like brain of his. Why would a serial killer like someone like him; a streets worker who's risking his life for money with easily-contracting ually transmitted diseases. No, the real question is; why would a serial killer even have the 'heart' to like someone or love someone to begin with?

Whatever it was that Marcus was doing—purposely pushing him into a deep trap, or slowly torturing his heart until his heart breaks into million pieces just so it could be put into another jar of his collection—Niel was over it. He shouldn't expect much about relationships from anyone, really. Not only because Marcus was a killer, a , and a kidnapper, but he was yet another imperfect human being. And humans are s. Everyone of them are, including him. A perfect relationship, you say? Hide under their bed at night and listen to them scream their hearts out at each other about nonsense and pretend like nothing happened in the moning. You burnt this. You stole that. You cheated this. You cheated that. Endless nonsense; it's all in us.

Who was he talking about anyway? Heh. Simply a mindless psychologically challenged male who finds joy and pleasure in the screams of painful desires of his victims.

At least he was nice enough to let him back at the brothel soon though. Jimin might be going crazy to the fact that he suddenly disappeared from work. No, Ryan should be the one he's more worried of. That guy was like a brother to him; he'll flip the earth if he doesn't show up in a couple of days. But at the same time, he might also show up as a ghost. Who the hell knows. "A peaceful death in my imagination," Sungmin suddenly spoke out of the blue, his body turned around so that his back was facing the killer's direction.

"This might just sound the worst.." He joked to himself silently before closing his eyes and singing out one of the songs that decided to pop up in his brain. "If I die young, bury me in satin. Lay me down on a bed of roses. Take me to the river at dawn, and send me away with the words of a love song." He remembered himself back then, when he used to say how needy this was to ask for so many things. Dead people are dead, and she probably won't be seeing of the she asked for, because she's dead...but to think of it now? It'd be peaceful. Something beautiful to have once in a lifetime, even if we won't be alive to appreciate it...but our souls will. And since he had been dealing with terrible things his whole life, it would let him die in purity if what he asked for was granted...

But wishes will forever be wishes for a lifeless, poor decision making, sinning human being like him. So much for valuing his wasted youth.

@Sungmin Kyuhyun chortled quietly before laying beside him and staring at the ceiling. "No.. I'll leave you at your brothel so you can find the person you love and you can die in his arms. Slowly because I'll poison you." He said bluntly before closing his eyes.

The killer slid a hand around the blonde's waist. "How does that sound? Peaceful enough?" He asked bluntly. The taller laid there for a few minutes before he sat up, running a hand through his hair. "I'll be back." He said before getting up and slipping a pair of clean boxers on. The brunette walked out of the room and went to the blood coated room, grabbing a first aid kit. Kyuhyun walked back with an emotionless face, sitting on the edge of the bed.

Kyuhyun opened the box, taking out things that wouldn't be in a normal first aid kit. Needles, stitches, and numbing syringes. The taller opened the syringe packet, getting a wet wipe as well. He wiped the blood before piercing Sungmin's leg with a needle. With a quick tug the already opened stitches slipped out, the killer quickly stitching it up.

Kyuhyun cleaned the open gashes he made on Sungmin and put a bandage on the other. "I don't need you to die yet." He said simply before cleaning up and tossing the box.

@Kyuhyun He had a sore throat by the time his master finally pulled out, letting his limp body fall to the bed. The smell of blood was much stronger than the first moments his wounds started to rip, and he wasn't surprised either that his leg was rather numb and motionless. Sungmin's eyes wandered off. His mind was off to different events that he didn't even remember existing in his life, and then it came back down to their present.

With his lungs slowly filling up with the smoke emitting from the blunt itself and being released out of a certain killer's lips. The blonde turned his head, staring at the white smoke that flew within the clean air, slowly intoxicating anyone who breathed it in, and slowly dirtying the cleanliness of the earth. A chuckle of exhaustion and ecstasy escaped from his perfectly shaped lips, before his body slowly turned over. "I won't pass out" He retorted softly, closing his eyes to rest his body for a bit. He sure was drained out from everything that just happened.

Upon hearing the unexpected question to come from such a professional serial killer, Sungmin had to admit he was quite astonished. Let alone being called "Babe" was already surprising...Well, not so much after the man /did/ say that his existence belonged to him and only him. "Depends on what you want me to do. It's not like I have much options anyway; it's like you asking me if I want to continue existing in this world or not." Sungmin said and slowly opened his eyes, looking over to Marcus with a blank expression, yet his eyes hid small playfulness that'll eternally existed. "If I say no, I become Summer's dinner. If I say yes, I still have a couple chances to live. Isn't that right?"

@Sungmin - No it's okay. XD

The master's hips didn't stop even when Sungmin released himself, his hole tightening. Kyuhyun was ing faster, his growing more inside of the warmth. He moaned a bit louder and placed wet kisses along Sungmin's neck and shoulder. His hips not slowing before , lowly before slowly coming to a stop. He panted slightly and slowly pulled out, the dripping out. He smirked and nipped at Sungmin's cheek.

Sungmin was quite beautiful.. Better looking than a few girls he abducted. The brunette turned the other around and kissed Sungmin's soft lip tiredly. "You're mine. Understood? No one else's." he said possessively, his gaze threatening and menacing. The taller bent over a bit to grab his t shirt. He started to clean the other off then him self. "Tell me if you actually want help with your wounds. I will if you pass out but say you're find." He said wiping the sweat from his brow.

Kyuhyun sat next to the other and brushed his hair back, with a monotone expression. The brunette laid there for a moment before sitting up and reaching over Sungmin to grab a blunt that was forgotten, lighting it with an also discarded lighter. The taller took a deep breath before letting out a large cloud up in to the air. Kyuhyun didn't care for a lot of things at the moment but when he realized he had an attractive, y slave beside him. He had an instant idea. "Hey babe, do you want to go in to business with me?" He asked as he put the blunt out against the wall. The taller leaned down and pecked Sungmin's cheek to convince him.

@Kyuhyun % mehehe =u= want me to be more descriptive? ouo

Sungmin tensed his stomach tight, afraid that if he dare release without the male's demand, there might be consequences. This alone would probably cause walking problems for him, despite the broken leg itself. It wasn't until now that he actually felt intimidated by the male's actions and existence. As impossible as it seemed, Marcus' strength was strong. In Niel's mind, or in experience, he even thought it was inhumane for someone who have that much strength. Well, specifically, the strength to a up in someone's until it ripped apart. Or maybe it was just his first time to involve in a bloody , he doesn't know. Yet, it felt like hell—Hell o pleasurable desires.

Reaching over ecstasy, Niel squeezed his eyes tight while the moans did their job of adding the hotness tension into the activity. He was practically a mess, and they were so loud everything else was almost covered up. Especially with those deep and y groans coming from his so-called master, it was like they were in a competition to see who'd moan the iest.

In this case, Lee Sungmin always wins.

However, nothing matter more than the demand for him to release. Acknowledged, Sungmin finally screamed out his rapturous ecstasy, releasing hot ropes of white onto the red silk of te luxurious bed and his own navy blue shirt. Mixed with that, were the blood streams that sipped through his shoulders, and another running down the gap between his thighs. His eyes opened once again, teary, and his head fell in exhaustion. His eyes observed from under his body, the way each and every one of those s sent him boucing forward and back like a cocktail shaker. The sight of crimson red blood from his abused entrance was arousing; causing his walls to clench around the member, that seemed to continue growing larger and larger overtime, tightly.

Reality slowly slipped back into him. Everything slowed down for a moment, but his moans were still audible here and there even as he was running out of breath. He wasn't the same Lee Sungmin or Niel Lee anymore... You could say he now belonged to Marcus. So it wouldn't be wrong to say he was now...Niel Cho, right? Whoever he was, he was different. He felt different. Sure, he was still a . Once a , always a . And a e...but...he was also a slave. Marcus' slave. For the first time, Niel was oblivious for his future. Where would fate take him? Would he end up on the floor like that red-head girl, dead, with a bullet burried somewhere inside his body? Would his blood be the next to decorate those walls of the surgery room, just like anyone else's? Or would...or would Marcus keep him as a playtoy forever? To forever slowly be tortured emotionally until he died of heart pain. To slowly be tortured so he could be buried alive with a broken heart...

Sungmin knew he was in love with the wrong person as the worst of times. He couldn't believe himself either...

Thy unfaithful hearts of imperfect creations. Thy were never once made to do what the borrowed souls ever wanted. After all, these borrowed souls will soon be return to their rightful place in God's hands, and those corpses will only lie down, lifeless, gone—dead.

@Sungmin - I'm intimidated.. ._. I AM SO CONFUSEDDDD!

Kyuhyun smirked at the screams he received from the blonde, his hips moving in an erratical movement. He pulled the other's arms back more, crossing them just barely. It wouldn't be the first if Sungmin just flat out died. It would be like that other girl and those two boys. They were prostitues as well, but one of them was an . Kyuhyun had paid with a stolen credit card and stolen the girl while he was masked from the cameras. It was done so skillfully it was astonishing. Considering that there were guards and cameras. The person who owned the credit card had killed someone Kyuhyun was.. Co workers with and he thought it would be funny if the guy was caught even though it was an obvious accident.

Kyuhyun chuckled slightly at the thought of the other guy being executed because of Kyuhyun's crime. The brunette grabbed Sungmin's wrists with one hand, his other snaking to the front if Sungmin's . The killer grabbed it, pumping slowly before dipping his thumb in to the dripping slit. The taller's hand was tightly wrapped around the length as he continued to relentlessly in to the smaller's abused hole. Kyuhyun smirked a bit as both his pumping and ing quickened.

The killer moaned against Sungmin's shoulder. Kyuhyun didn't hesitate to bite down on the other's skin, pulling it until a small stream of blood cascaded down the pale expansion of bruised skin. Kyuhyun pulled away, his lips stained from the mini crimson river. The taller leaned up and bit down on the blonde's ear; panting and groaning quietly. "Release.." He whispered in a husky voice. Kyuhyun ran his thumb back and forth at the tip of Sungmin's length, smirking at the flow of pre every now and then. Kyuhyun turned his head so he can properly 'mark' Sungmin, another small opening with blood flowing. It would leave a scar for sure. So no mater what the e did he would always belong to Kyuhyun. His slave. His.

@Kyuhyun % yours only lacked perspective but it was good ouo

As most people, by that he meant s, may think as that a tastes something like a sausage or a banana. Well first of all. It does taste like sausage; meat with a vile after taste. Especially when it belongs to a serial killer with and blood on it. Plus, who the hell knows how many s and s this guy's been ing within the timespan of one month. In addition, countless people /have/ been known to be kidnapped and disappearing by him; the so-called masked serial killer. (Sorry, I'm not trying to godmod you but I just have a for masked killers u____u <3 YOU KNOW HOW I AM.) It's quite obvious that some of them ended up in his position at some point; a slave. Or just merely a slave—who'll all end up with the same fate; dead and gone. Summer's delicious snack. A plate served on a dining table inside this 'mansion'. Thrown in the trash. Sent to landfill looking like rotten steak meat merely thrown away because it was inedible. Chopped up and blended into a cannibalistic smoothie...

Something gory and disgusting of that sort.

But Niel sure didn't mind. He was questioning himself, however, that why would he even stay? When he knew what his fate was destined for, and he was way smarter than to let himself be killed by the hands of a serial killer. Let alone smoking and doing drugs was already stupid enough...

Speaking of which, as soon as Marcus had pulled the throbbing, disgusting tasting out of his mouth, alongside with pulling the harsh fingers out of his hole, Sungmin took his chance to grab the bagged herion he remembered dropping somewhere near the bed. A gasp escaped from his lips as his body was turned over, and he screamed at the feeling of being brutally penetrated yet again but in a different position. There are two parts to this. First, he found the heroin, and his body was aching to have it as soon as he could, which was good. Two, both his hands were pulled back and pinned against the fabric of his shirt, between his shoulder blades, which was terrible.

Niel could feel his heart racing against the lust and the need to use that small pouch of body-destroying chemical. His lips were quivering yet spilling out with ty moans of "", "Yes", "Oh God", or " me". Y'know, why didn't he choose to become a star in the first place? Well, he could. Auditions do exist, sometimes even at the brothel he works in. Maybe if Marcus finally lets him go live on with his life, it'll be much easier for everything else. Imagine how much money he'd earn from getting ed on camera... y.

But on top of anything else; the feeling of that rock hard pounding in and out of his slowly ripping hole. This was the painful ecstasy he'd always wanted. Pleasurable, desirable, yet slowly killing him on the inside. /This/ was what he'd always wanted—not some crappy s who don't know how to for . Moans continued to flow out of Sungmin's puckered lips, sounding smooth yet seductive as always. He was focusing every nerve on his body, syncing it with the rhythm that the was ing in. One, two, three, four it went. Slamming, slamming, pump, pump, and before they knew it, Sungmin was screaming at the top of his lungs when the man finally pressed harshly and compulsively against his prostate.

@Sungmin - Yeah I did. Lol no. Just one video. & WHUUUUT?! Yeah your reply was awesome but mine was weird. XDDDD

Kyuhyun stopped ing his hips quickly and stared down at the other. "I'm not doing all the work.." He said darkly and leaned back a bit so his can go deeper in to Sungmin's throat. A moan left the taller's lips as he felt the blonde's throat constricted a bit as it bobbed. "Ah .." He hissed out.

The brunette looked behind him a bit and his eyes locked on the blond's legs. With his free hand Kyuhyun grabbed the other's unharmed leg, pulling it away from the other leg so they would be spread. The taller slipped two fingers in the the still pulsing hole, wiggling them around slowly.

Kyuhyun knew he was tormenting the smaller. He moved his two fingers in and out slowly before pushing in another, still moving them in and out. He swirled them a bit, rubbing his fingers around on Sungmin's walls. Kyuhyun smirked and pushed his fingers deeper, curling them to brush against the blonde's prostate.

The killer rolled his hips up in to Sungmin's wet mouth. He bit his lower lip before pulling away completely, so he could flip Sungmin on his back. The brunette trailed his wet fingers down the other's legs. Kyuhyun smirked and pushed bother of the e's legs up before ing in to him again. Kyuhyun grabbed both of Sungmin's wrists pinning them behind his back.

@Kyuhyun % damn you did a lot of research o.o

What now? Sungmin whimpered and whined softly under his breaths as he felt Marcus' large member pulling out of him harshly, leaving his abused entrance gaping open in hopes of something else to enter him again. And because he was only left with nothing but air, he honestly couldn't do a single thing else other than continue whining about it.

"Master, wh-" As he was just about to ask, his mouth was shut with the harsh pull to his hands, pinned right above his head. Following that, was his Master straddling over his neck with the throbbing pointing straightly in front of his face. The smell of blood and hit his nose, and it was so disgusting yet pleasurable. He attempted his head to turn away from the strong scent, but was drawn back again by the harsh pull to his platinum blonde hair, sending his mouth to gape open automatically and just enough time for the male to slip his inside. Why bother demanding when he knew this was going to happen anyhow? It wasn't like anyone could possibly refuse what he has to offer—or really, what he has to force on.

Sungmin was feeling it; the ing inside his mouth. Marcus was probably imagining himself ing someone, but that didn't matter much. He could always be optimistic and say his master was daydreaming about ing inside his eternlly tight hole. Another whimper escaped from his mouth, one, because he started to taste the bitterness and saltiness of the mixture of blood and . He felt it being dripped down inside his throat, through his esophagus, and every trail it left behind was a burning sensation; like drinking pure hot sauce—but a lot more pleasurable. Sungmin wasted no time in responding to the mouth , however. His head bobbed slightly, moving softly against each and every one of the male's s inside his lips.

And the best part of it all, was the strong hands that held his wrists together tightly. Yes, he could still feel his unfaithful hole gaping and screaming to be ually brutally abused, with the same large member that was in his mouth at the moment. And for 's sake, he wanted to just grab something that was cylinder and long enough to just shove it up his , ing that object in and out as fast as his body ability would let him, while his mouth continued to get ed at the same time. But this, indirectly getting tied up like this, was a hell of an experience, too.

% this was actually good and detailed enough for an rping mood-lost =u= IT COULD MAKE A GOOD CHAPTER TO SLIP INTO 50SHADES OF GRAY \o/

@Sungmin - Yeah it was, my eyes burned and I had a dry throat. .3. & I did research.. And... I AM FREAKIN SCARRED FO LYFE. DDDDDDx But here is the outcome. ( LOLOLOL )

Kyuhyun continued his pounding and didn't slow down at all. In fact he speed up, his eyes watching Sungmin slide against the sheets. The way the blonde's lips parted to make those ty noises in pure lust, how his eyes were screwed shut and his face was contorted in pure pleasure. The brunette's gaze went downwards and noticed how the top silk sheet stuck to Sungmin, how his blood was dripping and how the other's stitchings were coming loose based on the medium sized red blotch.

The killer smirked at an idea that flew in to his head and bit his lip, slowing his s just a bit to relish in the fact that Sungmin was /officially/ under his control if he ever wanted to be ed by him again. He came to a stop and pulled out of the abused hole, smirking to himself as he saw the pre- and blood mixture slip out in a single drip. A chuckle left Kyuhyun's lips as Sungmin's hole gaped at the emptiness before he stepped off the bed and put the smaller's legs together. Kyuhyun got on the bed again, pinning the blonde's arms above his head.

This time when Kyuhyun got on the bed his was positioned in front of Sungmin's face, his knees on either side of Sungmin's armpits just so Kyuhyun's was in the blonde's face. His length was standing perfectly straight and it was pulsing, thick and glistening with the pre- and blood mix. Kyuhyun bit his lip as he pulled the other to sit up more, tangling a large hand in to the sweaty locks and pulling his head close. The taller tilted Sungmin's head back and twisted his hand in the hair so he'd look at him. "." He ordered and dropped the hand in the e's hair to grab the base of his , pushing it in to the other's mouth.

Kyuhyun closed his eyes at the wet warmth surrounding his , slight, his hand tighting his grip on Sungmin's wrists. He ed his hips a bit before looking down at Sungmin work wonders on his .

@Kyuhyun % It's the smoke from Vegas, isn't it ; A ;

The metallic smell of blood again. It was back, and Sungmin knew just exactly where it came from. Out of harsh s, bangs of ecstasy, getting high off rolls of blunts, and purposely turning their lungs into smoke sponges, it wasn't too surpising for the smell of blood to turn Sungmin on, while making him want to throw up at the time. His wounds were probably opening up by now. He wasn't feeling them though; he was too high to notice anything other than the limb of his hole.

Feeling Marcus' rubbing and brushing around inside him, Sungmin's whole body shuddered. Gasps were spilling out from his lips whenever the male's tip pressed onto his spot, but instead of making everything a lot too easier for his Master, he kept quiet and sporadically moaned to balance everything out equally. He made sure not to act weird when the area was touched, even if he wanted to just scream for his life, asking for Marcus to bang onto his prostate as hard as he could.

As he was flipped over and a single drop of crimson red blood from the other dropped onto the collar of his shirt, Sungmin closed his eyes and inhaled the strong smell of blood he considered an incense. Lust soon overcame his senses, and he was screaming bloody murder as soon as Marcus started to pound into him, making his whole being move on the bed along with each s. The silk red cover that used to be neatly tightened around the bed was now messed up, sticking to Sungmin's soaked body like a third skin. Gasps after gasps, moans after moans, and whimpers to follow only poured out of the blonde's voice box like endless streams of rivers.

He was officially living in a hell of sins and lust. The best part of it all? He was enjoying being burned with torturous s, like the way he enjoyed living his ed up life the way it was.

@Sungmin Kyuhyun had his lower lip caught beneath his top row of teeth. The great feeling of pounding in to someone was more than enough to fuel his need for blood and torture, but with Sungmin being so tight he wanted to rip his hole in to. He wanted to Sungmin until the smaller passed out. Just enough for the blonde's hole wouldn't to be so tight. "F-Four?" He stuttered out and held Sungmin's hips down.

Kyuhyun looked at Sungmin and rolled his hips a bit so his rubbed around Sungmin's walls. The killer flipped so that Sungmin was beneath him. He watched as drops of his blood landed on the other's shirt. He reached down and grabbed his thigh and held his legs apart, starting to roughly and quickly.

The brunette was so high on pleasure and drugs his vision was blurry and the stinging from the scratches wasn't that bad. If he was sober it would probably sting more but he was enjoying it just as much.

( THE SMOKE HAS GOTTEN TO ME! O A O )

@Kyuhyun Ripping — the first thing that came to Sungmin's mind was ripping. The soft tissue of the walls inside him was ripping and it felt so obvious that he had to scream out an moan. He couldn't say that he didn't expect the cause of such seduction to be Marcus ing harshly up his , in which of course, he didn't mind. At the question, Sungmin started to reminisce. His family consisted of four members including him. His mother, father, his younger brother Sungjin, then him. However, he could also say that he was the only one left in his family. His brother ran away from the house since he was fifteen, and Niel had never seen the boy since. Life or death, he didn't know. And didn't care too much, to be quite honest. Sungjin never liked him in the first place, so why should he?

"F-- Ahhh.. Four, master.." He whimpered out in pleasure. Unconsciously, his nails dug into the older's shoulders, leaving a bloody scratch mark all over in return of the bruises on his hips. At the pull of his hair and the to his lips and neck, Sungmin's visions turned a blurry white. The s were so fast and hard that he couldn't even have a long moan; they were rathing stuck-sounding of "Ah ah ah ah" or incoherent words that made no exact sense other than how good it felt to have a moving that fast inside him.

Most of his customers—emphasis on most—can't even be that good. But because he was so tight, like a forever young , he had always made the most money out of the terrible s. At least it was worth the effort on those fake moans of " yes!" or "Like that!" or even "You're so amazing!" when in reality, what he wanted to say most was.. "Take your limpy out of me!"

If there would be a day where he could freely say whatever he wanted, without getting in trouble that is, Sungmin would be screaming that at his customer's faces. What the hell. What's with those slow, shallow s that don't even touch...anything? Comparing that to erratic shallow s that hits every where of the good spots? He would much rather stay with his Master forever and follow orders for the rest of his life.

@Sungmin Kyuhyun grunted as his back hit the headboard. His view still hazy as he looked at Sungmin's face. A moan left his lips as he felt the cold hand on his . His mind was racing and all he wanted was rough torturous . The kind that would make Sungmin plead for him to stop because it was too intense. Kyuhyun glared at the other before lowly as his tip was engulfed in the tight hole, making the taller shudder in the pleasure. The brunette hissed a bit before grabbing Sungmin's hips and slamming him down harshly, loudly at the complete tightness.

"F-.. Ah ... Keep clenching like that.." Kyuhyun said with a husky voice and rolled his hips upwards a bit before ing in to the tight raw hole. "I want to know.. How many members are in your family?" He choked out a bit and gripped the other's hips tightly, making sure he left bruises. He ed upwards shallowly and trailed a hand up the back of Sungmin's body. Making sure he gropped the blonde's as he went up. Kyuhyun grabbed the limp locks and yanked his head downwards quickly and harshly, ravishing his mouth harshly before pulling away and biting along Sungmin's neck.

( Sorry short reply. At the airport. )

@Kyuhyun Niel's lower plump lips were abused by his own front teeth as he watched the male in front of him put on a little show of individual pleasure. As much as Sungmin wanted to do the same, his arms were too bruised to have the nth syringe mark. Plus, there were open wounds on his body, and we all know how fast these drug spreads through the blood circulation. If he was bleeding, it wouldn't be half as fun as if he was perfectly normal, would it? Instead, he sat there silently, feeling the tingles in his spine every time Marcus moaned, and breathing in deeply the intoxicating breaths given out.

At the sudden pull of his waist, Sungmin grinned and let his lips be abused once again, this time a little rougher with a hint of dirty . Without further ado, and in overwhelming ual frustrations, his small hands slowly drew an invisible burning line down the middle of Marcus' torso, trailing slowly until he reached inside the male's pants with the large member in his hand. He wasn't surprise that he was hard, and he knew exactly how to solve that problem.

Parting away from the making out session, Sungmin opened his eyes and stared into the other's animalistic ones. "You smell weed.." He teased and let the blunt between his fingers fall to the floor next to the other one long forgotten, small ashes of the burnt roll scattering on the floor from the drop. That didn't matter either. Harshly, he pushed Marcus back to the headboard and reached inside the hole in his sweatpants that made everthing so much easier (You know those men sweatpants that has a hole to pull out their easily instead of taking off their pants -.-). Using his small thumb, Sungmin pressed on the tip of his so-called Master's , feeling the precum that somehow already started leaking out of its hole.

"Tell me, Master. What else do you know about me?" He asked, "Other than the fact that my IQ is as nearly as high as yours, that I graduated early from Harvard, that I am a e, and that I am your slave?" Sungmin finished the sentence with a ual to Marcus' lips. Soon enough, both o his legs were straddling over the male's lap, with the throbbing positioned right in front of his hole. It makes everything so much tighter without the help of lube. The tighter the better, we all know that. "Each fact for a couple bounces~" Niel whispered a majorly teasing deal. Nevertheless, his hips rolled and because the was positioned in place and ready to be engulfed by him, the tip of it slipped inside him easily after a couple rolls. A moan escape from his lips, and a seducive smirk curled upon them at the feeling of his walls clenching in a rhythmic speed at the tip pushed inside him.

If anything, Sungmin was sure he'd be reaching ecstasy with a mere harcore with this guy rather than using any of the drugs. They're only accessories to make an enticing activity much hotter and more fun, but without it and especially if he was under a professional murderer's hands...oh God. Just the thought of it was already gonna make him .

@Sungmin Kyuhyun was not surprised at all when Sungmin latched his lips on his, exchanging the intoxicating smoke. He felt a little light headed and wanted more, it was truly addicting. His lips were moving fluently against the other's before he pulled away and his lips. He brought his blunt up to his lips and took a puff. "Aww.. .." He whispered huskily out in to a cloud of smoke. The brunette sat up more and Sungmin's cheek, humming slightly at the sweet yet bitter taste.

Kyuhyun stared Sungmin and sat up more, getting off the bed and reached under his bed. He pulled out a metal box and set it on the bed. "This is the good stuff." He said with a smirk and unlocked it revealing liquid , heroin, some liquid HTC, and some bongs and such. "I wish I had more.. But I'm too lazy to get it." He said and grabbed a syringe and a rubber tube. Kyuhyun skillfully tied it on his upper arm, make it tighter by clamping his teeth at the end closest to him and pulling. He groaned in annoyance as he forgot the actual syringe. The killer grabbed an empty one and put the needle in container of liquid heroin, filling it at the correct amount and smiled slightly as it was perfect.

The needle was pushed in to the skin and straight in to the bright blue vein, filling Kyuhyun's body with undefinable pleasure. Like it was a bless, just making him forget about everything and giving his body a mask to say it was an euphoric feeling. In all reality, it was just his blood bumping faster and his adrenaline spiking. The brunette's whole being feeling as if his body was soaring, and his hands itched to grab something. Pull it closer to his body and ravish it, make it disappear in the same sense of his pleasure. Kyuhyun looked at Sungmin with hazy eyes before yanking him closer by his hip, kissing him roughly. He didn't mind that the blunt dropped to the ground, making a dark brown burnt mark on the pure white marbled floor.

How could a genius end up like this? Doing drugs, kidnapping, murder, , and having es around? What has he become? Oh right.. Bored. He was bored of life after he found out mostly everything.. So Kyuhyun thought of this. It didn't seem all bad so he is determined to continue this life until he died..

@Kyuhyun You could say this was the first time he'd ever seen Marcus giving him an evilly decent look. He was glad the disgusted glares weren't there anymore, and better, were the diabolic smirks that could've easily convinced himself that the male was secretly a vampire. As much as it sounds impossible, anything's possible in this world. Anything. With some chemicals mixed together and some cross breeding, it'll be far too easy to create a living vampire. A human with a blood- bat's DNA mixed in. Y'know, kind of like how Peter Parker turned into Spiderman...but Marcus Cho being the first vampire. And Niel would be so ing glad to be its first meal. Getting bit by someone until he started bleeding was pretty much like a life-desire for him.

Seeing the male stand up and grabbing the cigar out of a dresser, Sungmin bit his lower lip again and pushed himself to sit on his calves. Not minding the strong-smelling smoke that came his way at all, and in fact, he whole-heartedly inhaled it. Inside of his body, his lungs were probably cringing at the chemicals being inhaled inside, but that. They were all going to die in the end anyways.

Hearing the half-demand coming from Marcus' lips and the burning touches on his back, Sungmin's body shook in want. Without wasting a second, he crossed over the male's body and over to the dresser slowly, making sure that as he did so, his motions effected the hem of that oversized dress shirt enough to show his cheeks. That was enough for Marcus to know he wasn't wearing anything else underneath, he hoped. Reaching the dresser and the left opened top drawer, Niel stood on his tiptoes and examined inside. There were rolling papers, bags of kush, and more importantly, pouches of heroin. . Yes.

"And you've been hiding these from me all this time.." He muttered before reaching inside to grab a small pouch to himself and the roll of blunt placed on top of the wooden furtinure. Soon enough, the cancer stick was tucked in between his lips and the lighter worked its way to lighting the end of it. Sungmin wasted no time to inhaling the smoke, exhaling them into small circles that extended into larger ones as they flew away. To be honest, he was quite satisfied with his little artwork, though he thought he could've done better. What's important though was how good it felt to breathe in that air.

Shifting his eyes over to the male on the bed, an idea popped up into his brain. Niel took another large inhale of the smoke and slowly made his way over before leaning in, pressing their lips together then exhaling the intoxicated breath into Marcus' mouth, some of the gray smoke escaping between open spaces of their now exchanging breaths that turned into a heated, passionate kiss. He had completely forgotten about the pain at his sides and his legs; the most important thing was now in front of him. What was it? ing Marcus Cho until his body gets decapitated, that is.

@Sungmin Kyuhyun was near to falling asleep before he heard the door close and click. He already knew who it was so he didn't bother to budge. The killer sighed and shook his head before covering his eyes better. "You'd like that wouldn't you? Well, rejecting you is better punishment." He replied in a low husky voice, drenching in drowsiness. Kyuhyun shifted a bit and uncovered his eyes before prying them open.

Sungmin was more than an attractive person. With his blonde hair, feminine physique, and his figure that was cover with nice pale skin. It wasn't flawless, it was scattered and blotched with scrapes and bruises. A beautiful imperfect creature. The bandages with the red blotches seemed exquisite against the smaller's skin.

Kyuhyun closed his eyes again, his throat was fully exposed and it seemed as though his body shut down completely except his breathing. It was relaxed and completely carefree. The brunette decided to rest his hands on Sungmin's knees and d the bruised skin with his thumbs lightly. The brunette's eyes dark orbs opened again, his fingertips trailing upwards against the burning skin.

"You're so needy.." Kyuhyun muttered and held his hand with his right hand. "I need a ing blunt." He muttered to himself and scrunched his face together in true discomfort. "Get up." He ordered and sat up, getting off the bed and towards the dresser. He opened the top drawer and pulled out two blunts and a lighter. "Do you want one?" He asked and put one in his mouth, lighting it. The taller let out a puff and smirked slightly, feeling the pressure let off his head slowly before making his way towards the room door before stopping.

"I was going to make a drink but I don't think I'm going to need it.." Kyuhyun said and motioned to the blunt and lighter on top of the dresser. "Go get it. I want to see you.. do some tricks." The taller said with a smirk as he laid down on the bed. His hand trailing down Sungmin's back.

@Kyuhyun "Summer," Sungmin whispered as he heard Marcus stepping up the stairs and into the room nearby. He guessed it was the male's bedroom, and he was heading off to sleep. Since he didn't get his sleep just now, it was his time to get it back at the ing serial killer. You kidnapped a ? You're gonna get a , alright. "Go wake master up. Don't let him sleep."

First of all, he expected Summer to do something crazy like bite Marcus' leg, his face until it was soaked with saliva, or something wild of that sort. Upon seeing the pair of boxers being dragged back to his room, the blonde nearly bursted out in hysterical laughter. "You are so, so, so, cute, Summer. Now stay here. I've got some things to do." He whispered again and patted the bed, letting the Shepherd jump up and stay there. He stood quietly watching the dog roll around until it finally fell asleep comfortable across the soft cushion. It wasn't until then that Sungmin tiptoed out of the room and headed slowly towards the room nearby.

Summer did a good job of letting a small crack in the door left open. She was an amazing pet, to be quite honest. His plump lower lip softly tucked itself back behind his front teeth as Sungmin limped forward, sliding himself inside the room with the boxer shorts in his hand. As soon as he was inside, he used his back and pressed it against the door, making sure that the bang was loud enough for the killer's perky ears to hear. Adding to that with a click to the lock.

"Master, I think I've been a bad boy and I deserve a punishment...don't you think?" He clearly spoke to the man lying on the bed with his arm draping over his eyes. He didn't mind much if Marcus would hear him, but he wanted to be tortured, and he was going to get it. Thing is, Sungmin knew nothing about how crazy a serial killer could get. Sure, he'd always thought they were insane somehow; kidnapping people and killing them for entertainment. As if that wasn't already ed up enough...but as for Marcus, Niel knew he was unpredictable from the beginning. Stepping inside his room for a destined desire to wake him up was like walking into the wolves' den. Soon enough, his bones will be crushed and his flesh will be torn off into pieces, the crimson red colored blood splattering from dirt to stream to tree trunks.

Hell, this could even be the last time he'll ever have .

Who the hell knows what this guy would do? Maybe he'll just stab Sungmin as they both were reaching their ecstasies and he'll let Sungmin die with pure pleasure and pain. As much as it sounded and y, that's a matter of life and death. Well, it wasn't like he wanted to live anyway, so why not.

Similar to that of animal, Sungmin crawled onto the bed and on top of the man he called 'Master'. His ty gaze examining every single one of Marcus' body parts. From his muscular arms to those perfectly lined abdomen, down to the straigh hairline that started from his belly button down to that are under thin boxer shorts. y. Very y. The only thing the both of them needed right now were syringes, liquid heroin, some glass bongs, , alcoholic beverages, some knives and other tortue machines...and they're set. A perfect crime scene for Marcus to commit a murder on Daniel Lee during or after a hardcore .

Tonight would be a perfect night for Sungmin's scream to pierce into the ears of wild animals, and let them howl and bow before the rising moon.


% THIS SHOULD BE WRITTEN INTO A FANFICTION.

@Sungmin Kyuhyun made his way to his own room, flopping down on the bed and letting out a sigh. He was tired.. Cleaning and killing, being a surgeon. Kyuhyun groaned as he realized he didn't have his phone, the taller sat up and walked to Sungmin's room. He smiled slightly at Summer and walked to the bed stand, pulling out his phone from the drawer and walking back to his room without a word.

He set a timer to change Sungmin's bandages before he stripped out of everything except his boxers and laid a top his own bed. He didn't care about the dry blood and mud on his bed, he was tired. Kyuhyun was almost asleep before a needy howl cut through the silence. "No Summer.." He said loudly before Summer replied with the same howl.

"Go to sleep." Kyuhyun said with a arm slung over his eyes. Summer howled once again and stared at the door on top of the bed. She howled a little longer then before and stopped. "I'm not laying in that bed with you two." He said and rolled over on his stomach.

Summer growled lowly as to pout, she jumped off the bed and trotted to Kyuhyun's room. She went and bit the edge of his boxers, pulling them. "Yah! Yah!" He shouted before his boxers were ripped off completely. Summer dashed off and jumped on the bed beside Sungmin, holding the boxers in his mouth. Kyuhyun groaned and stared at his door. "Summer! You just stole my boxers!" He yelled.

Summer just wagged her tail and looked at Sungmin as if she was proud. Kyuhyun sighed and grabbed a new pair before laying down again. He was going to sleep and nobody was gonna stop him.

@Kyuhyun Feeling astonished-negative astonished - Sungmin's mouth gaped open since the moment he saw the difference between himself and Summer, in Marcus' eyes. Excuse me, but sir, Lee Sungmin - Daniel Lee - here, is a freaking human. Not some kind of pig, or a disgrace to the human nature. He had every right to be treated the same as...ing god...he had the same right to be treated the same as the attack dog! You could say; Daniel Lee was jealous of Summer.

As soon as he was released, Sungmin immediately struggled for himself to get off the uncomfortable hospital bed and made his way up the stairs. He. Wants. To. Be. In. His. Room. He doesn't ing care if he was going to be escorted, no, hoarded, to a different room. Worst case scenario, back in the basement. But that. He's gonna stay in his room until that time comes.

His legs, both of them, were hurting the whole time he limped up to the third floor, but nevertheless he continued on his little journey for his destination. He wanted to get back to his room. In fact, he /needed/ to get there. Oh, questioning the fact that he claimed it as his room? Don't. Because it's going to be his room from this time on. He imprinted on that ing place, and he's going to stay there. Forever. Or more.

Sungmin was almost too relieved as he reached to comfortable feeling of that red and white room. Well, the whole house was basically in red and white, but he had the most interest in his room. It was pretty, and it wasn't one of those rooms in which makes your eyes burn with colors. The contrast was just about perfect, and it was great since his eyesight wasn't the best to start with. You could say his happiness level increased by...a lot. Being in this room makes him happy, makes him feel weirdly like home. It could've been his home from his past life, he doesn't know. But he feels at home whenever he's in this room.

Without waiting longer, Sungmin limped forward and stood in front of the large mirror that supposedly was the closet door, too. He smiled to himself, knowing that the beauty of it hasn't been effected by at least a bit. "Such a pretty little liar you are, Niel." He whispered, giggling quietly to himself before slowly slipping the only piece of clothing off of him. Soon after, his body was covered again with another oversized dress shirt. This time, it was a navy blue colored one, and to be quite honest, it looked amazing on Sungmin. Even without anything else on - by that, he meant nothing else. The way it complimented his deadly pale skin and the blonde hair, it was almost perfect. Sungmin smiled to himself once again and sighed, before moving over to the bed and flopping onto the soft cushion.

He had a couple minutes of peaceful silence, before some loud footsteps could be heard. And as soon as he turned around, the large Mountain Shepherd jumped onto the bed and started all over him. His face, his cheeks, his arms, it was rather tickling. Thing is, she smelled good! "Heyyyy, you smell good, Summer! Just took a shower? Beautiful~" Sungmin complimented her with a wide smile, receiving a friendly bark back in reply. The funny thing that caused a small laugh out of him was the face that, as soon as he lied back down onto his back, Summer quietly did the same right next to him. Practically, mocking his positions.

It seems that the dog itself has a high IQ, not more or less than that of its overly smart owner...s.

@Sungmin Kyuhyun glared at the other's voice, sitting up more and staring at the blonde. He watched as Summer went over to the other. His eyes were dark now and he was expressionless. It's like he wasn't human now. He leaned against the door frame. "Come on Summer.. Sungmin said he wanted to sleep. He can sleep now." He said in a monotone voice and went to close the door.

Kyuhyun stopped momentarily and looked st Sungmin's face, removing the breathing mask and turning the tank of air and laughing gas off. "Since you can barely walk I'll untie you, feel free to limp around." He said as he walked towards the door again. "Come on Summer. You need a bath." The brunette said and patted the dog's head.

The dog barked and Sungmin's hand before leaving with Kyuhyun, the door wide open and the sound of Kyuhyun's feet echoing along with the sound of Summer's playful growls. The taller lead the dog to the bathroom, taking her collar off and grabbing the dog shampoo. "Okay, wait for a bit.." He said softly as he the shower head, waiting for the water to warm up at the perfect temp. "Now it's perfect." He muttered and Summer hopped in, her tail wagging at the warm water drenching her fur.

All the blood started to drain out of her fur straight in to the drain. Kyuhyun had rolled his sleeves up and poured some shampoo on the dog before scrubbing the soap in to the fur. The shower head was turned down so it wouldn't spray everywhere. Kyuhyun chuckled a bit as Summer leaned down to the water from the shower head. The brunette rinsed her fur quickly before Summer jumped on him out of pure happiness of being clean.

It was a weird trait the dog had, ever since she was a puppy she would do this. Sitting on top of him sopping went and all over Kyuhyun's face. Kyuhyun pushed her back gently and wiped his face laughing. "Hey. Get back in the tub." He said with a smile and the dog got back in, before he was rinsed again.

After he turned the water off he dried her a bit with a towel and pulled out a hair dryer. "Now, I know you don't like this but you have too. Do you want a cold?" Kyuhyun asked as if he was talking to a human. Summer whimpered in response and sat on the bathroom rug. Kyuhyun smiled slightly before turning on the hair dryer and drying her off completely. "Brush your fur?" He asked politely before Summer put her paw on her nose as if saying no. "Okay.. Well I need to wash your collar." He said before opening the door. Summer ran out and was happily howling and rubbing against the walls.

Kyuhyun smiled slightly before cleaning the bathroom up and then walking out. He had the rug, towel and the collar in his hands before carelessly throwing it in his washer.

@Kyuhyun "What's taking your master so long, Summer?" Sungmin myttered between his lips, and soon right after he yawned. Yes, after all those time, Sungmin had been fully awake, until now. He was getting really sleepy. Possibly because now that he has a friend by him, he felt as if he was somehow protected. He could sleep in peace, finally. Two heavy eyelids fluttered, fighting the urge to actually go to sleep. Yet, the dog seemed to understand that as well, and Niel's small hand to reassure that everything was fine. "Thanks.." He whispered and let his consciousness flow into its sleep-mode.

Of course, it wasn't that easy though. As he was just about to drift off to sleep, the ing door had to open, followed by loud noises of Summer's original owner calling for her. This just CAN'T leave him alone, can he? Niel's eyes forced themselves to stay closed, however. The laughs emitting from Marcus' lips and the soft tone that he'd never heard was quite lulling. Surprising, eh. Never thought that such a cruel being such as a well-known serial killer would know how to smile. To love, even. It's amazing how much of a difference that one single animal could make in one person. With that thought in mind, he didn't mind whether or not Summer's harsh motion from scurrying over to her owner had effected his broken leg or not. It's better to have one person hurt, one person happy, than to have both hurt in sorrow.

As if a person like Marcus would ever feel sorrow, though. Probably not. He could laugh, that's true, but he can't prove that he could love yet. Maybe then, he'll be able to see if this serial killer isn't actually a humanoid (like the other people who Sungmin had suspicions of being a successful humanoid. For instance, Steve Jobs).

It was never an easy thing for him to sleep with sounds around him though, that was the disadvantage.

Sure, he felt as if Marcus' deep and genuine voice was a lullaby, but it's distracting him from a quiet, dreamless, peaceful sleep that's secretly a time machine that takes everything so much faster forward. It's like, time machines don't work, because they're supposed to be a secret. And then there's an existence of another individual around, the time machine itself refuses to work due to its non-existent privacy, in which was the main key and the whole point of a secrecy. That, was what caused Sungmin's eyes to reopen and his hea whip sideways, shooting a slight glare a both of the creatures inside the room with him. friendlines; if he wants to sleep, he's gonna get that sleep.
(So much fluff wth)

"Master...slave wants to sleep." Are you being serious right now, Lee Sungmin? You were supposed to make that sound pathetic and pitiful, not cute and bubbly. And what was that? Third person talking? Well, guess that could work for sounding a little more pathetic than it should be, but still. He couldn't used so much more /feels/ into that sentence. Maybe he was just too exhausted to use that much of energy in order to perform a simple task like that. Eh, good enough.

He didn't care if Marcus turned around to look at him though. He knew the guy heard him, somehow. Surely, Summe did and ran back to his bed in the same position with her paws pressing against the edge. "You want me to stay awake, Summer?" Niel asked, his voice squeezed down a bit to coo at the dog. Summer barked in response, making Sungmin sigh in defeat. Ugh, why does he always have to lose his dignity for adorable creatures? Look at that, her tail's even wagging around; how could he resist that?! Umf. Sungmin. Wants. To. Squish. This. Cuteness.

But...as always...the cuteness doesn't stay for long when Marcus Cho's still around.

me.

@Sungmin Kyuhyun made his way down to the basement with his equipment. He cleaned each step downstairs and sighed a bit at the mess in front of him. Sydney was mutilated, if Kyuhyun didn't know better he would say it was just a pile of scraps. Like her organs, Summer never liked those parts. The woman's arms and legs were striped bare. Only bones and tiny chunks of muscle for the legs and arms. The ribs were almost the same but a little more meat, and skin. The lungs had punctures in them, on about two in the left side. The left side of Sydney's rib cage was broken and that was how the lung was punctured, well Kyuhyun guessed so.

Sydney's hair was still in tact to her skull.. The top part that is. Her brain was everywhere as well, her skull broken in various pieces. For a normal person, that would be more than gruesome. But Kyuhyun wasn't fazed at all, he didn't even mind the horrid smell.

Kyuhyun picked up the remains and put them in a pile before grabbing it and putting it in a plastic black bag. He then started to clean again, the cement dyed pink but still clean. The blood was in like a big red thick sea, Kyuhyun was looking at his mop and chuckled a bit. How ironic that he was the one cleaning. Kyuhyun looked for a broom and swiped up the remaining brains and teeth, also the nails on both feet and hands.

Kyuhyun just shook his head before he heard Summer run up stairs, after hearing Sungmin calling for her. He didn't really care, he knew Summer can protect herself and that if Sungmin did try anything. Anyone he even talked to briefly would be dead. Kyuhyun trudged up the basement stairs after taking his gloves off, turning the light off as well. The brunette walked up the steps towards the room with Sungmin inside of it. He opened the door and saw Summer looking at the door, her tail wagging erratically.

"Summer~ Whatcha doin?~" Kyuhyun said in a playful tone, completely ignoring Sungmin. He must've been asleep. Summer hopped off the table and straight to Kyuhyun, his face and hands. Kyuhyun chuckled and crouched down, then being knocked over and attacked in kisses. "ah! Summer!" Kyuhyun said genuinely smiling and laughing lightly.

He wasn't completely insane.. He could smile and love.. But only Summer knew that. The dog knew everything about Kyuhyun. Not a living soul on this Earth knew but her.

@Kyuhyun Only knowing what it was like to be in a small, closed room with no windows that he had only read in dramatic fictions, Sungmin had never really know how it actually feels to be in the reality of it. And now that he's experiencing the /feels/ for himself? He'd much rather be dead or at least locked inside that room he was in earlier with a comfy bed and at least a window. He needed company, god damn it...

Company... Company?... Company!

"S.. God, what was her name?... Oh! Summer!" Sungmin immediately called for the white (was it a Shephed?) attack dog thag bit on him earlier. From what he'd seen, she wasn't the scary type that would attack on anyone without command like untreated Doberman or a Rottweiler. She was a nice dog who only does whatever her master tells her to do. Unfortunate enough for her, she fell into the god damn serial killer's hands.

Soon enough after she had called the name, the dog nudged her way inside the room and jumped onto the bed, her front paws pressing against the edge and standing on her back feet. Sungmin wasn't too terrified anymore, but sure, he was still startled by the size of this little creature. A smile appeared onto his lips somehow, and slowly, he reached over to pet the side of her head. "Good girl, Summer. Good girl." He whispered, chuckling a bit as the attack dog calmly placed its chin on his stomach. Luckily enough, she didn't touch his wounded areas at all, except occasionally out the blood from time to time in hopes to clean it up.

It's interesting how dogs can really be a man's best friend. He doesn't see why some people would want to hate them. You see, while it's true that Summer was the who attacked Sungmin outside just now, breaking some parts of his bones and turning his weakling body into something even weaker...but with one nice little compliment, she became the nicest thing. A company. Something to keep Sungmin's mind out of the closed space. And the only reason this dog attacked him earlier was because she was on command. Since the beginning, Summer was only doing her part of protecting her owner, and she meant no single harm to Sungmin. He had a feeling if anyone was to even save his life, it would be Summer herself. However, she was still an attack dog from day to night. And her job was to do whatever it is that Marcus tells her to, whether it meant hurting Sungmin again or not.

Because usually, Marcus would probably be around whenever he does something weird—for instance, calling Summer over for company—Sungmin was quite surprised that the guy didn't come barging in and demanding Summer to bite both of his arms off to be its dinner for tonight. Wondering what he was doing outside. Oh, right. Probably destroying his evidence. Poor ginger; fell into a serial killer's trap. "Summer, I wish you could talk." He suddenly muttered, making the dog look up at him with judgemental eyes; as if to say 'Are you kidding?'. Niel chuckled and shook his head, continued to scratch the back of Summer's ears as she finally brought her giant body up onto the bed and lied herself down onto a small space beside him. "I really do. You seem to be really close to...Master. I want to know what he's like...I have a feeling all of this wasn't what he wanted to do, don't you think?...Nah, you probably know better than I do. Much better. He's a good man, isn't he, Summer? Is that why you love him so much? That's good...always treat others the way you want to be treated, Summer. I know it's your job, and you're doing great at it. You got me good, you know that? I thought I was gonna die for a minute there. Thanks to your master. He's a good surgeon...even if it hurts a little." His voice was echoing a bit as he spoke, since half of his face was still covered with an oxygen mask. But the dog seemed to understand him sometimes and would occasionally make noises in agreement. Like a Husky's howl. You know, how they go 'awou' then they try to talk.

Within the timespan of only an hour, in which still felt like years, Sungmin had already made friends with the dog. Weird, don't you think?

@Sungmin Once Kyuhyun was done praising his guard dog he stood up and put his hands on his hips, staring down at the dog. "You're like a weapon. What's my shield? I mean every player should have a shield, weapon, a good defense system and a strategy." He voiced out and shrugged.

"Looks like Sungmin still remains as a pawn." Kyuhyun then finished as he walked over to the sink and bent down to open the cupboard. There was a carrier for all his needed cleaning supplies. The rubber gloves hung on the side and were already a fine pink. "Summer go get me a shirt." He ordered and the dog barked before trotting off to his room down the hall.

The killer stayed downstairs and his door was always opened. Summer came back and had a black long sleeve shirt in , the brunette didn't mind the traces of blood on the shirt. He just needed something to cover his torso before he started working with chemicals. Kyuhyun put on a mask and the gloves. "Close the door." He ordered to summer and she went back to his room, shutting the room door. The smell of the toxins were too strong for Summer's sensitive nose.

Kyuhyun sighed and poured chloroform in a metal bucket and put anti-bacterial tablets in the bucket as well, watching it fizzle and dissolve. The taller grabbed a mop, dipping it in there and then starting to scrub the blood trail. He was determined to have no stains. Not surprisingly, it worked yet the smell was strong it was making Kyuhyun's eyes start to burn. It wasn't noticeable but it stung his eyes like they had drops of it in his eyes, his nose and throat stung like a . Chloroform was clean enough but it didn't seem like enough for Kyuhyun, this is why he hasn't been caught yet.

Kyuhyun was soon done and then started on the couch. He grabbed a spray bottle and put warm water and OxiClean color safe stain removal inside of it before swirling it around, mixing it. Putting the cap on, he sprayed it on the couch where there was blood splatter. For the walls and other things took another spray bottle and filled it with the concouction he used on the floor, spraying it on the surface and cleaning it with a rag.

Opening the windows was a must, so that's what happened. He took small fans and faced them towards the windows so the smell will be filtered out. He didn't work with music on and he was incredibly quick.. He almost never yelled and he generally didn't talk loudly so it was possible for it to seem like he wasn't even there..

A sigh left Kyuhyun's perfect plump lips as he stopped and looked around, now moving towards the basement. Where the real mess was.

@Kyuhyun Even if he knew he was a god damn e, and the fact that will be inevitably made fun of, or merely discriminated, by people, it's weird how Marcus' words were effecting him. Sungmin was barely lying on the surgical bed—literally bare, only covered up by small patches of cloth, and his body was far too weak to even move a muscle. As he watched the male slam the door shut, he nearly screamed out of insanity. If he had to be in this metallic/blood smelling room for another hour, he would probably faint or die out of claustrophobia attack. Yes, even if he had the oxygen mask.

Two magohany colored eyes, covered with pure black contact lenses moved around, observing anything that he could around him. Something that would get him out—which turns out to be nothing. Plus, if he even tries to commit anything, he'd probably end up getting more bites in the end. So why bother? Sungmin sighed and closed his eyes down for a moment. It wasn't until he opened it again that he realized how deep in he was. Not only was he physically weak, but even his extremely high IQ in the range of 300-400, he was weaker than Marcus. Much, much, weaker. The ; the guy has an advantage of an attack dog, that's cheating. Plain cheating.

The boy lied still on the bed, his pack pressed lazily to the uncomfortably comfortable fabric that started to stain with blood that dripped down from his wounds. His body paler than the bed sheets, even, but that wasn't a problem. His skin was already pale. But because of that, it makes everything so much easier to see. The purple bruises around his patched up wounds...not only that, but also the wounds visible around his hips, arms, inner thighs, and the pelvic areas were also pretty bruised up well. Even his neck had visible...marks. Red and purple marks; they were all from his job. It's not so easy being a e, you see. You have to deal with lots of things, and to be quite honest, Sungmin didn't even know how he ended up being a e. His IQ was majorly high, and he could've easily become the next world genius. Unfortunate enough, he decided to keep his knowledges to himself and drop down 1863927919183 levels to become a rebellious e.

So much for Harvard.


Hours passed by pretty damn slowly, it felt like years to Sungmin. Mainly because the oxygen mask filled with laughing gas had no effect on him, and that the room was gross as hell. It was boring, to be quite honest. White. Plain white. And instead of hearing 'things' from outside, he was kept in dread silence. Now...he was scared. Purely scared, and weak. With that thought, a tear rolled down the side of his face again...followed by another, another, and another. His mind only focused to his dead parents that never in his life had he begged for anything, until now. "Mother," he finally muttered, sounding much more like a whimper, "Help me, please.."