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I don’t know how I got here.
One moment, I was with my friends, getting ready to explore the abandoned power plant and generally just have a good time, and then… then…
That weird fog rolled in.
It seemed like it came from every crack and crevice in the building, flooding it, making it unrecognizable. I remember holding my breath, making sure not to breathe it in, and closing my eyes, so it wouldn’t blind me that way.
By the time I had to breathe, by the time I opened my eyes, the fog was gone… but I was someplace else, separated from my friends. It looked like some sort of meat processing plant, and it definitely smelled like it, too. The lighting was just dim enough to where I could see everything clearly, but dark enough to give the place an air of foreboding. I knew my friends were nearby, perhaps, but my gut told me that calling out for them was unwise.
We weren’t the only people here.
I looked around, unsure of where to go, but I knew I had to go somewhere. I decided to go right, deeper into the processing plant, down the stairs to the lower floor. It smelled worse down here, for some reason, and I didn’t want to figure out why.
Sitting in the corner of the room was a kind of gas generator, the kind people use to keep warm when the power, inevitably, goes out in the winter months. I looked around, approaching it with caution before hitting one of the power switches.
Silence.
Shit. I don’t know what’s wrong with it, and even if I did, I don’t know how to fix it. I lightly kicked the generator, hoping that’d wiggle something into place or something.
Nothing.
A familiar scream from above caught my attention.
“Robyn…! Hold on, Robyn! ” I sprinted up the staircase, tripping and letting out a pained yelp as I twisted my ankle. Goddamn it, really? I kept going, whining and wincing in pain as I limped upwards as Robyn let out a pained, fearful scream.
I peeked up from my spot on the stairs, now noticing that Robyn was hung up on a hook that stuck out of her ribs. She tried hard to unhook herself, but failed, the hook further sinking into her flesh.
I didn’t see who had done this to her.
I limped over to her, looking around to see if we were in danger, before raising her up off the hook and setting her down. She was sobbing in pain, bleeding out.
“Shit,” I hissed, looking around again before hearing another scream, a masculine one. I looked down at my phone, hoping I could at least get signal to call emergency services–
No signal of any kind.
“ Fuck .” At the very least, I should tend to Robyn. I did my best to stop the bleeding, but also noted the deep wounds on her back from whoever was hunting us down. “Did you get a good look at the guy who did this?” I asked her, trying to lead her away from the hook.
She didn’t reply; she was going into shock from blood loss.
I wanted to cry. I could already feel tears biting at my eyes as the situation got more and more hopeless. I leaned Robyn into a corner, telling her to stay there if she could help it, before heading off to find the others in this labyrinth of pallets and shelves.
I found Roger dead, looking more like a pincushion than a person with the amount of luminescent knives stuck in him. I couldn’t let Robyn see him like this. I pulled one of the knives from his still-warm body, clutching it close to me as I openly wept. I didn’t know who could have done this– who has that many knives, anyways?-- but at the very least, I could defend myself now. Another masculine scream, much closer now, but cut short by something– someone. I followed the noise, almost feeling another life slip away.
There was blood under the hook, but no one was there.
I felt I was too late.
Humming. I recognized the tune as “Ring Around the Rosie”.
I limped blindly in a random direction. I didn’t care where I went, how far I went, so long as I got away from the sick person who did this to my friends. I found myself at a dead end, under the main floor. I readied my knife, fighting the urge to scream, and lunged at my pursuer.
They caught me by the throat, lightly choking me.
“Oh my,” purred a familiar voice as I found myself looking into yellow eyes. “If it isn’t my dear Lucien. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”
Wait. I know that voice. “J-ji-Woon…?”
A smile crossed his blood-soaked face. “Of course, my dear. Who else would it be?”
I felt panic begin to settle in. So this is the real Ji-Woon Hak, I thought, struggling to break his grip on me and to keep it together.
“I’ve looked all over for you,” he purred, setting us closer to the wall. “Ever since that night, I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. Every time I’d perform… every recording session… I was always looking for you, Luce.” He pinned me to the wall, that smile never faltering. “Isn’t it funny how things work out? We’re finally reunited.”
“Let me go,” I whimpered, squirming.
“I’m not losing you again, Lucien,” he muttered, before kissing me. I could taste blood on his lips, the blood of my friends. I struggled again, but he pulled me closer, his bloody chest pressed against mine. “I need you,” he whispered into my ear, sending shivers down my spine. I felt a hand trace down my back as he continued to kiss me, as if he was touch-starved. I whined at his touch, but I knew deep down that Ji-Woon would catch up to me fast if I escaped.
I couldn’t win.
I felt cool metal sliding up my torso as my shirt was sliced open, fresh panic washing over me. I squirmed to get away from him once more, but he beared down on me, hushing me.
“Luce, Luce,” he crooned, caressing my face, “there’s no need to struggle. We’re here, together again at last. It’s just us now, my love. Savor this.”
“P-please,” I begged quietly. “Don’t hurt me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Ji-Woon kissed my jaw, his hands on my hips. I could feel myself getting aroused, much to my dismay, as my body slowly remembered his touch and how good it felt the last time. I felt a hand guide my head to his neck. “You can do the same to me, Luce,” he purred, “I don’t mind.”
I hesitated, the copper stink of blood emanating from him, but ultimately obeyed. Somehow, this side of him wasn’t coated in the stuff– I could taste how clean his skin was beneath the gore, and the barest, bitter taste of cologne. He let out a quiet, dreamy sigh as I kissed down his neck, tracing a hand down my side before tugging on my pants. In a panic, I bit down on his shoulder, causing him to groan out loud.
It didn’t stop him, though, like I had hoped. If anything, it just made him move faster, as if he were even more eager for me.
It didn’t take long for Ji-Woon to cut a slit in my underwear, either. I did scream at the feeling of cold steel grazing my clit, causing Ji-Woon to hush me.
“Ssh, Lucien,” he whispered, pressing the flat of one of his knives against my face as he caressed it. “There’s no need to be afraid. You already know I don’t want to hurt you, dearest.”
I hitched in a shaky breath as he kissed my cheek. I could almost feel his eyelashes graze against my skin as he did. At the same time, I felt a finger trace over my pussy, the barest touch almost enough to drive me crazy. I didn’t understand why– I was terrified out of my mind, the man who slayed my friends being the one to cause this arousal. Ji-Woon slid a couple of fingers in, muffling my crying with a rougher kiss. It took him a little, but eventually he found my g-spot– he knew he had found it when my sobbing slowly became replaced with moans.
“Look what I found,” he said with a smirk as he savored my moans. I squirmed as I clung to him, biting his shoulder again as I climaxed, hardly feeling the fact I had squirted onto his hand. “Poor Luce,” he snickered, removing his hand from my pussy. “You can hardly contain yourself around me, can you?”
“Please,” I whimpered, releasing him. “You… you had your fun. Let me go.”
“I’m only just getting started,” he replied, pushing me to my knees. He let out a small sigh as he looked down at me and caressed my face, tilting my head to look up at him before undoing his buckle and unbuttoning his pants. Ji-Woon seemed almost elated to have me watch him, if his smile and his now exposed hardon were of any indication. I looked away briefly before feeling a gentle tug on the back of my head, guiding me back to his cock. The feeling was enough to make me squeak, letting his length into my mouth.
“Come on, Lucien,” he purred, gently pushing my head forward. “Be a good boy and return the favor.”
I complied, taking in as much of him as I could handle without gagging, and sucked. I tried my hardest not to look up at him, at that smiling face, those yellow eyes. His gentle groans and sighs turned my attention upward, though, leading him to caress my face again.
“You’re so good at this,” Ji-Woon breathed. “Have you been practicing for me?”
I wanted to bite down on him in response, but remembered that he had knives– several– on him, and I wanted to live to tell the tale. I let out a muffled sound of approval, nodding slightly as I sucked him off.
“Good boy– aah…!” I felt his hand jolt back to my scalp and tug on my hair, pulling me forward before I felt him throb, his seed spilling into my throat. I gagged as he pulled out, but forced myself to swallow it, feeling fresh tears biting at my eyes. I couldn’t believe I let myself be used like that. The next thing I heard was the rustling of fabric, his long coat hitting the floor, before he lifted me to my feet, pressing me against the wall and lifting my bottom half.
“Ji-Woon,” I pleaded, “let me go. Please–”
He went in fully with a single thrust, letting out a pleased sigh. “Still tight as ever,” he said with a chuckle, before kissing my jaw closest to my ear. “You must have been waiting for me to find you again,” Ji-Woon whispered, before fucking me in ernest.
I cried. I know I cried. I didn’t want this, and yet…
It felt wonderful. It made me feel a certain nostalgia for that night of passion we had together, so long ago. Ji-Woon was great back then, and somehow felt better now.
I wanted more, and hated myself for it.
I could feel my legs wrap around his hips, pulling him closer, my toes curling as I felt myself once again teetering on the edge of orgasm. I must have said something to make him laugh, because I could almost feel him laughing against me. Right before my climax, he slowed, letting out a loud moan and releasing a load inside me.
He paused, resting his forehead against mine as he caught his breath, before kissing me roughly, his tongue sliding into my mouth. I, weakly, tried to repel it, but the way his tongue rubbed against mine felt good in a strange way.
No point in fighting him anymore.
Ji-Woon pulled his tongue away, a smirk on his lips. He turned me around, my ass facing him. I felt his hand trace over it, groping it, toying with it, and I could feel his gaze over the rest of my body. “You really are something, Luce,” he said, sliding his hand from my ass to my side. “Absolutely beautiful.”
I nodded in agreement.
“Even like this, you’re truly exquisite.” Ji-Woon leaned forward, cock rubbing against me. I closed my eyes, letting out a shaky sigh. “Seeing you like this… so open with yourself…” he traced his hand back down to my ass. “...it’s so refreshing. ” He took his time lining himself up and sliding in, as if savoring this. He even went slow, seeming to relish in my moans and gasps. He slowly began picking up the pace, letting out moans of his own that served as a counterpoint to my own.
In a few minutes, with a final crescendo of pleasure, it was over.
I nearly collapsed to my knees when Ji-Woon let go of me, the only thing keeping me in place being the wall in front of me. Ji-Woon seemed pleased with his work, tucking himself back in and redressing as needed before scooping me up, carrying me bridal style. A part of me wanted to ask where he was taking me, but I simply lacked the energy to do so.
The fog enveloped us both as he carried me away, humming one of his own tunes, pleased as he could be.