The Sheep's Clothing That Covered the Wolf
Title: The Sheep’s Clothing That Covered the Wolf
Pairing: SiChul
Rating: R
Summary Everything was as it should be. He went to work everyday being the model citizen and the model preacher. But sometimes the preaching went a bit too far.
Warning! There is some torture and death in this.
It was something that no one would have expected, that deep beneath the composed flawless surface was something far more sinister than anyone would have guessed.
He would bow politely and engage in endless conversations about the topical matters of the times, he would go to work everyday preaching to his loyal follower’s at the church.
Preaching about the wrongs of gambling, drinking and engaging in sex without marriage. He would encourage sinner’s to repent and let them surrounded in the arms of god’s love.
“Brothers and Sister’s! lead the path of righteousness and you hold your place in the light of god, feel his warmth and love in your soul” he would say as he ended his lessons at the church.
He would stand outside shaking and the hands of his followers, more than often he would get the kind little old woman “Oh you must get lonely, maybe I could introduce you to my grand daughter; she is a lovely girl”
More often than not he knew that that their ‘lovely grand daughters’ were whorish slut’s who did not follow gods ways. They would be pleasant and bat their eye lashes at first but then they gradually try and seduce him in to bed before marriage. However he would bow politely and smile “Thank you, but as god’s children we are truly never alone”
The old woman would smile and pat him on the shoulder before shuffling off with the rest of the people.
He would give one final wave before locking the church doors behind him and yanking his dog collar off throwing it to the floor.
He would then go in the kitchen that was hidden in the endless corridor’s of the holy house and grab some stale bread and some water and head to the cellar.
****
The door would creek and Heechul knew who it was. That creek sent painful chills down his spine, the elder whimpered in fear.
Fear of torture, he would feel the hate lashing against his skin each time. The old wounds still had not healed and as the cold wind came through the cracks of the old building they would whip his scars leaving the elder clawing at the walls for help.
The foot steps got closer and closer as Heechul pushed himself in to the wall trying to find some protection.
“Now now hyung what have I said about trying to get away from me?” the younger said crouching down in front of his captive.
Heechul’s voice was disappearing slowly “Please…” were the only words Heechul could utter, he didn’t know whether he was pleading to be set free? Pleading for the torture to stop? Or pleading to be put out of his misery and for Siwon to just kill him now.
Siwon pushed the plate of stale bread in front of him “There eat that, you look starving” Siwon smirked.
Heechul had indeed been starving Siwon hadn’t fed him for three days.
“This is nothing to what other people have suffered” Siwon would say when he thought up some new way of punishing the now former Heechul.
Heechul tried to remember the good days with his lover. How Siwon would crawl in to his bed and place butterfly kisses along the elder’s cheek to wake him up, or how Siwon would slide behind Heechul and wrap his legs and arms around him as Heechul read. Or every time they went to bed at night the last thing they would say to each other was a simple “I love you”
Heechul had the most perfect boyfriend, he was the model citizen to all. There wasn’t a bad bone in his body.
But that soon changed when Heechul stumbled in to Siwon’s private office.
Heechul always respected Siwon’s privacy, Siwon always kept a lock on the door but one day he forgot.
Heechul was too curious for his own good, he crept in to what seemed like a normal everyday office, but as he shut the door he could sense everything was not as it seemed.
He walked around the room finger slightly ghosting over the immaculate objects; desks, chair, draws….closet.
Heechul couldn’t stop his hands clasping the handles of the closet and pulling the doors open slowly. The act of opening the doors itself un nerved him. There was something not quite right about the quaint little office.
He pushed the coats a side and peered in to the closet.
That’s when he saw it, his perfect boyfriend wasn’t so perfect after all, the model citizen that lived with him day in day out, that model citizen that shared his bed and loved him every night had a secret.
A dark one at that..
Newspaper articles line the closet, they were articles of the same person that had gone missing for over a year. There were no leads. Heechul remembered how the man had been seen getting in to a taxi and then he was never seen again.
The man had been a foreigner, his face had been unforgettable; soft features, high cheek bones, tender brown eyes that flooded newspapers and TV screens everywhere.
Blood stains smeared the closet, the stench was fowl.
Heechul began sifting through the mounds of rubbish that was piled in the closet.
That’s when he felt it.
His fingers grasped another without realising, he pulled at them slowly dragging the rest of the stuff out with it. Beneath the old papers that were stuffed in the closet was a body.
The body of the man that had been missing over a year, his once deep brown eyes had now glazed over.
No light had grace them for however long he was in the closet for.
A clean slit stretched from one ear to another, dried blood congealed at the edges.
Heechul couldn’t stop himself from heaving,.
How could his boyfriend committed such an evil act?
He felt a heavy hand on shoulder and calm voice whispering in his ear.
“Eve was given everything, she could of lived an eternity in a paradise, all she had to do was stay away from the tree knowledge…”
Heechul took an intake of breath, he heard at that story thousands of times but he knew this time Siwon wasn’t teaching the story…he was threatening him with the story.
Heechul tried to wriggle out Siwon’s grasp but the grip got tighter, he felt the finger nails digging in to his shoulder.
“You shouldn’t have gotten involved Heechul, You do know you can’t run away from this…Han Geng tried and well …look what happened to him” Siwon in a matter of fact tone.
“Yyy…ou mean you have done this before?” Heechul whimpered.
“Oh yes, a few times, but only to people who have sinned… Well except Han Geng, he was just wrong place wrong time”
“You teach about loving your fellow man, You talk about how killing is wrong….” Heechul broke down in tears, he wasn’t a religious man, it was something the he didn’t believe in; but to see his lover completely acting the opposite to what he taught was heartbreaking .
He didn’t know who he was anymore.
“Don’t talk nonsense” Siwon laughed “That is what I am teaching, all the people I have killed had sinned Heechul, why don’t you get that?” Siwon’s laughter died and at the moment Heechul wished he did.
Heechul could only wish now, because being stuck in a damp wet cellar, chained to a leaky drain and his body screamed in pain wishing was the only thing he could hold on to.
Each lashing he was given, each burn, each act of violence was not enough to help him forget the sight of seeing that poor man stuffed in Siwon’ closet like an old coat.
He felt Siwon press his smooth soft lips against his dried cracked ones, it tastes the same; it tasted bloody.
“Are you ready to repent?” He whispered smoothly.
Heechul shook his head, nothing would make him repent, nothing would make him seek god for help; god couldn’t help him now.
Siwon took a step back and raised his hand to the elder “I will be back tomorrow” Siwon muttered flatly, he then brought his hand back and struck Heechul hard across the face.
He then turned his back on the crumbled mess and climbed the stairs to leave.
Heechul knew as soon as the door closed so did any chance of escaping.
The sheep’s clothing covered wolf again.
Pairing: SiChul
Rating: R
Summary Everything was as it should be. He went to work everyday being the model citizen and the model preacher. But sometimes the preaching went a bit too far.
Warning! There is some torture and death in this.
It was something that no one would have expected, that deep beneath the composed flawless surface was something far more sinister than anyone would have guessed.
He would bow politely and engage in endless conversations about the topical matters of the times, he would go to work everyday preaching to his loyal follower’s at the church.
Preaching about the wrongs of gambling, drinking and engaging in sex without marriage. He would encourage sinner’s to repent and let them surrounded in the arms of god’s love.
“Brothers and Sister’s! lead the path of righteousness and you hold your place in the light of god, feel his warmth and love in your soul” he would say as he ended his lessons at the church.
He would stand outside shaking and the hands of his followers, more than often he would get the kind little old woman “Oh you must get lonely, maybe I could introduce you to my grand daughter; she is a lovely girl”
More often than not he knew that that their ‘lovely grand daughters’ were whorish slut’s who did not follow gods ways. They would be pleasant and bat their eye lashes at first but then they gradually try and seduce him in to bed before marriage. However he would bow politely and smile “Thank you, but as god’s children we are truly never alone”
The old woman would smile and pat him on the shoulder before shuffling off with the rest of the people.
He would give one final wave before locking the church doors behind him and yanking his dog collar off throwing it to the floor.
He would then go in the kitchen that was hidden in the endless corridor’s of the holy house and grab some stale bread and some water and head to the cellar.
****
The door would creek and Heechul knew who it was. That creek sent painful chills down his spine, the elder whimpered in fear.
Fear of torture, he would feel the hate lashing against his skin each time. The old wounds still had not healed and as the cold wind came through the cracks of the old building they would whip his scars leaving the elder clawing at the walls for help.
The foot steps got closer and closer as Heechul pushed himself in to the wall trying to find some protection.
“Now now hyung what have I said about trying to get away from me?” the younger said crouching down in front of his captive.
Heechul’s voice was disappearing slowly “Please…” were the only words Heechul could utter, he didn’t know whether he was pleading to be set free? Pleading for the torture to stop? Or pleading to be put out of his misery and for Siwon to just kill him now.
Siwon pushed the plate of stale bread in front of him “There eat that, you look starving” Siwon smirked.
Heechul had indeed been starving Siwon hadn’t fed him for three days.
“This is nothing to what other people have suffered” Siwon would say when he thought up some new way of punishing the now former Heechul.
Heechul tried to remember the good days with his lover. How Siwon would crawl in to his bed and place butterfly kisses along the elder’s cheek to wake him up, or how Siwon would slide behind Heechul and wrap his legs and arms around him as Heechul read. Or every time they went to bed at night the last thing they would say to each other was a simple “I love you”
Heechul had the most perfect boyfriend, he was the model citizen to all. There wasn’t a bad bone in his body.
But that soon changed when Heechul stumbled in to Siwon’s private office.
Heechul always respected Siwon’s privacy, Siwon always kept a lock on the door but one day he forgot.
Heechul was too curious for his own good, he crept in to what seemed like a normal everyday office, but as he shut the door he could sense everything was not as it seemed.
He walked around the room finger slightly ghosting over the immaculate objects; desks, chair, draws….closet.
Heechul couldn’t stop his hands clasping the handles of the closet and pulling the doors open slowly. The act of opening the doors itself un nerved him. There was something not quite right about the quaint little office.
He pushed the coats a side and peered in to the closet.
That’s when he saw it, his perfect boyfriend wasn’t so perfect after all, the model citizen that lived with him day in day out, that model citizen that shared his bed and loved him every night had a secret.
A dark one at that..
Newspaper articles line the closet, they were articles of the same person that had gone missing for over a year. There were no leads. Heechul remembered how the man had been seen getting in to a taxi and then he was never seen again.
The man had been a foreigner, his face had been unforgettable; soft features, high cheek bones, tender brown eyes that flooded newspapers and TV screens everywhere.
Blood stains smeared the closet, the stench was fowl.
Heechul began sifting through the mounds of rubbish that was piled in the closet.
That’s when he felt it.
His fingers grasped another without realising, he pulled at them slowly dragging the rest of the stuff out with it. Beneath the old papers that were stuffed in the closet was a body.
The body of the man that had been missing over a year, his once deep brown eyes had now glazed over.
No light had grace them for however long he was in the closet for.
A clean slit stretched from one ear to another, dried blood congealed at the edges.
Heechul couldn’t stop himself from heaving,.
How could his boyfriend committed such an evil act?
He felt a heavy hand on shoulder and calm voice whispering in his ear.
“Eve was given everything, she could of lived an eternity in a paradise, all she had to do was stay away from the tree knowledge…”
Heechul took an intake of breath, he heard at that story thousands of times but he knew this time Siwon wasn’t teaching the story…he was threatening him with the story.
Heechul tried to wriggle out Siwon’s grasp but the grip got tighter, he felt the finger nails digging in to his shoulder.
“You shouldn’t have gotten involved Heechul, You do know you can’t run away from this…Han Geng tried and well …look what happened to him” Siwon in a matter of fact tone.
“Yyy…ou mean you have done this before?” Heechul whimpered.
“Oh yes, a few times, but only to people who have sinned… Well except Han Geng, he was just wrong place wrong time”
“You teach about loving your fellow man, You talk about how killing is wrong….” Heechul broke down in tears, he wasn’t a religious man, it was something the he didn’t believe in; but to see his lover completely acting the opposite to what he taught was heartbreaking .
He didn’t know who he was anymore.
“Don’t talk nonsense” Siwon laughed “That is what I am teaching, all the people I have killed had sinned Heechul, why don’t you get that?” Siwon’s laughter died and at the moment Heechul wished he did.
Heechul could only wish now, because being stuck in a damp wet cellar, chained to a leaky drain and his body screamed in pain wishing was the only thing he could hold on to.
Each lashing he was given, each burn, each act of violence was not enough to help him forget the sight of seeing that poor man stuffed in Siwon’ closet like an old coat.
He felt Siwon press his smooth soft lips against his dried cracked ones, it tastes the same; it tasted bloody.
“Are you ready to repent?” He whispered smoothly.
Heechul shook his head, nothing would make him repent, nothing would make him seek god for help; god couldn’t help him now.
Siwon took a step back and raised his hand to the elder “I will be back tomorrow” Siwon muttered flatly, he then brought his hand back and struck Heechul hard across the face.
He then turned his back on the crumbled mess and climbed the stairs to leave.
Heechul knew as soon as the door closed so did any chance of escaping.
The sheep’s clothing covered wolf again.