It all started like this. I was just passing through an alley when I heard a loud bang, startled, and looked to see a dead person. Then, a man ran his hand through his hair, his tongue licking his cheek with what looked like pleasure. Without realizing it, I suddenly caught my breath and made a sound. Upon closer inspection, I saw that there wasn't just one corpse in that alley. Countless corpses, one person, and me. When that person saw me, his entire body froze as if he had lost control, and he couldn't do anything. A corpse I'd never seen before, and the person who had killed so many people. He came towards me, shaking his hands as if he was done.
"I saw it"
His words were simple, yet to me, they felt like a death sentence. With the word "I saw," I froze. A chill ran down my spine, and my eyes fluttered. Every organ in my body was warning me. I'm going to die, I'm going to die. These were the only words that lingered in my mind. Yet, my body remained motionless, as if frozen, but my hands, mouth, and eyes continued to move, as if unable to grasp the situation. His bullet pierced my head and fell helplessly to the floor, a horribly pitiful end. His twisted, sorrowful cynicism tore at my heart. And I sensed the slight trembling of his hand as the cold tip of his gun pressed against my forehead. The bullet grazed the alley, burrowing into the wall and leaving a mark. Trembling, tears welled up in my eyes. Then, his lips pressed against mine, his gaze brimming with madness, aggressive and ready to devour me. It was a bit difficult to accept his rough advances, but I had to survive. He snickered as he looked at me. The man's gaze followed me wherever I went. It was sticky, persistent, and stubborn. I instinctively knew why he was watching me, but I tried my best to deny it.
"Is this your first kiss?"
A wave of shame surged through me. His persistent gaze, endlessly fixated on my lips, wasn't just bothering me, it was irritating. It was already over. He had won.
Fuck
Even if I begged for my life from someone who treated me so rudely, I knew he'd treat me like an animal and use me as a plaything. Perhaps death would be better. His black suit, the streetlight shining on his neck, revealed a sharp, blood-stained tattoo. As I backed away, he took a step toward me, fear escaping. No words came out.
"Phew.."
As he laughed, shame welled up in me. Angered, I grumbled and reached out to kick his shin, but as if he had expected it, he dodged my foot and came closer to me, smiling.
And he whispered in my ear.
"Let's go together."
The voice was so bizarre that if I hadn't been in my right mind, I thought I might have followed him as if I were meeting an angel and fallen into the abyss. But if I hadn't been in my right mind, it was so captivating that I wouldn't mind if he had let me fall into the abyss. His fingertips grabbed my clothes tightly and pulled.
Boom!
The cloth was torn, the button ripped off, and rolled across the floor. The sound of the button rustling broke the silence. My face flushed bright red, and he let go of the buttoned hem and gripped my shoulder tightly, saying,
"You tacitly agreed?"
His eyes held no guilt, no emotion, just interest, excitement from me, and the stimulation of having discovered something new. This was the horrific scene that should have been excluded from my life, unfolding on the path of my life. As I drew closer, I could distinctly sense the scent of Cordon cologne and the stinging smell of blood. The two scents mixed together, creating a disgusting odor that irritated my nose and nerves, almost paralyzing them for a moment. And then, because of that smell, I lost consciousness.
"wake up."
The man who kidnapped me had a natural, innocent tone and a languid voice, but somehow, I couldn't help but feel goosebumps. The moment I saw his face, I thought he was an angel; it was so beautiful. But I knew full well that he was actually a devil, ready to throw me into hell. When the corners of his mouth slightly raised, I gasped and held my breath. This sight was so beautiful that I forgot how to breathe.
"Why? Do you think I'm handsome?"
He casually threw out the words that turned my stomach and stared at me. I, too, got angry at his appearance and glared at him. He chuckled maniacally and then grabbed his chin with one hand and said.
"You're lovely"
He had the expression of a child, but his eyes were the kind that could hurt someone at any moment. When he smiled, the only thing that didn't smile was his eyes. People don't often lie with their eyes. Maybe he's one of those people. The moment I tried to exploit that weakness, he caressed my face.
"It's a strange thing."
He called me an object. He didn't think of me as a person, nor as an animal. I hated him so much for snickering at me, treating me like an inanimate object. I was so angry at his rudeness that I was about to explode with rage, when he suddenly lunged at me. Startled, I couldn't breathe for a moment, and tears welled up in my eyes. Because, although he was beautiful up close, he had a shirt covered in blood and someone's resentment.
"Huh...gasp..."