Whom To Fall In Love...Murderer or Detective?
Theme: Set Charlie #26 Home, sweet home 30smiles
Characters: Sungmin/Murderer (in this chap), Detective
Title: Whom To Fall In Love…Murderer or Detective?
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (end)
Chapter 1
It was just an ordinary day or so I thought. I came home late because of a group project. The mansion was strangely dark and quiet from the outside even the security guard that was suppose to be at the front gate was missing. Usually, a servant would instantly open the door before I would be able to knock but right now, I’ve knocked a few times and yet, there was no one who answered the door. My heart started to beat fast as I knew for sure that there was something wrong and that something terrible must be going on inside the mansion.
The moment I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of dead bodies of the servants and their blood pooling on the floor. I should run away back outside the gate and call for help but I didn’t. My feet seem to have a mind of its own as it started to walk inside the mansion. My eyes adjusted to the darkness so I was able to avoid from stepping on the dead bodies or slipping from the blood on the floor.
I heard sounds from upstairs. It sounded swift and soft like gushing wind. Perhaps it’s from a gun with a silencer on or perhaps a slash from something sharp like a dagger. I heard no cries of pain though but I do hear sounds of objects falling or perhaps it was a body falling on the floor with a thud. I knew for sure though that the murderer was still in the house. He could kill me if he saw me but here I am, taking each step on the staircase going towards the 2nd floor of the mansion.
I opened each room in the mansion. I saw the dead bodies my step sisters and step brothers and also my steps mothers…and my real mother. The last room that I was about to visit would be my father’s room. I took a deep breath before opening the door. I saw my father. He was still alive but the look of fear was clearly evident on his face. He was very focused on the murderer in front of him that he hadn’t notice me by the door at all.
The murderer grabbed my father’s hair and with a dagger, he beheaded my father. The body fell on the floor with a thud. The head was thrown outside the window. It probably landed in our beautiful garden. I just continued to stare. I couldn’t move at all to run away or attack the murderer. I couldn’t even scream in fear or shout for help. I just remained standing…frozen. Not in fear but in awe.
The murderer finally turned to look at me and I was also able to have a good look at him too. He wasn’t even wearing any mask. He must have been very confident on killing everybody and not having witnesses since he didn’t even bother to hide his face. Cold and deadly expression on his handsome face. Am I the next one to be killed?
“You’re next.” The murderer’s voice sounded cold, smooth and deep. He started to approach me with his dagger. Honestly, I prefer to be just shot by a gun but I guess the dagger would be okay as long as he makes it swift and painless. Gawd, I shouldn’t be thinking of these things. Dying is dying.
I closed my eyes as I expected to die any minute now. I opened my eyes in surprise as the murderer grabbed the front of my shirt and threw me unto the bed. His mouth and hands were really skillfull. His tongue was exploring in my mouth and rubbing against my tongue. His hand used the dagger to rip away my clothes. In no time, I ended up being naked and my body being slashed. The cuts on my body weren’t deep but just enough to make it bleed.
He seem to like licking and sucking me blood off from my wounds almost as if he was a vampire. His face was becoming messy with my blood. He looked more murderous and almost like a psychotic killer. He kissed me again and I was able to taste my own blood from his mouth. I must be crazy too because I find everything such a turn on. He must have knew that I was very willing because he didn’t even bother to tie me up on bed. My hands were free to hold him, explore underneath his clothes and had the privilege to take off his clothes.
I saw his hand dipping on the neck area of my father’s dead body. His hand that was covered with my father’s blood was used to lubricate me. He was suppose to be raping me but it wouldn’t exactly be called rape since I was willing and he was actually considerate enough to prepare me despite using my father’s blood as lubrication. However, he wasn’t gentle after the preparation. He entered me with a hard thrust. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his length and size. Hard thrusts just kept on coming but it wasn’t entirely painful because he kept on hitting the pleasure spot inside me accurately. Every time he thrusts, my wounds would open up and bleed. His sweat that would drip on my open wounds would hurt. Despite the pain, he knew all of my pleasure spots and manipulated them all. I was lost in the world of pain and pleasure.
When I opened my eyes again, it hurt from all the brightness and whiteness of the room. I was in the hospital. The wounds on my body told me that what I had just happened to me wasn’t a dream. My first visitor was a detective. He told me some details about the murder. He tried to interview and get some answers from me but I refused to talk. I was thankful of the nurse that came in and ushered him out of the room.
I never talked since I woke up. The doctor thought that it must have resulted from the traumatic experience. The doctor asked if I remembered anything during that night at all. I lied and shook my head which meant ‘No, I didn’t remember’. But even after all these act, the detective didn’t give up. He visited me everyday and tried to help me get my memory back. I was tempted to laugh at him because he’s really trying so hard when I haven’t forgotten a single thing at all.
“Sungmin, I know that it must have really been traumatic for you and it probably hurts to remember but you must try. If you don’t get your memories back, then we would have a hard time solving this case. Wouldn’t you want to avenge your family and put the criminal in prison?”
“No.” That was the first word I said since I woke up a few days ago. I was tempted to laugh again at the shock expression on the detective’s face. “I’m sure you know that my family aren’t really good people. My father had been doing illegal businesses. His wives including my mother were all whores. His children, my step brothers and sisters weren’t exactly doing good at school either. They were into illegal stuff too. I could completely understand why some…no, not some but a LOT of people would want to kill them.” I think my voice sounded different after not talking for so long.
“From the way you talk, I assume that you haven’t really forgotten anything about that night, have you?” the detective accused. He didn’t like the fact that he was completely fooled and he must have looked dumb for trying to help regaining Sungmin’s memory when it had been there all along.
“I was just stating my opinion why I don’t want to avenge my family. I really have forgotten everything.” I lied again. I tried to act as innocent as I could but I knew that the detective no longer believed me.
“Why are you hiding the truth, Sungmin? What will you get from it?”
“Blame my brain for forgetting.”
“Sungmin, just think about it. It’s not just about your family. There were innocent servants that were killed too. The people who are behind the murdering of your family might be planning on another murder too. We want to prevent that from happening. I hope you would be willing to share the next time I visit here.” With that, the detective left the room.
Now I really wish that the murderer killed me back then.
End of Chapter 1
A/N: I haven't decided on who should be the murderer or who should be the detective and please comment and tell me. Remember; it's not certain who Sungmin will end up with~ the murderer or the detective? ^_^ Next chapter will be next week!
Characters: Sungmin/Murderer (in this chap), Detective
Title: Whom To Fall In Love…Murderer or Detective?
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5 (end)
Chapter 1
It was just an ordinary day or so I thought. I came home late because of a group project. The mansion was strangely dark and quiet from the outside even the security guard that was suppose to be at the front gate was missing. Usually, a servant would instantly open the door before I would be able to knock but right now, I’ve knocked a few times and yet, there was no one who answered the door. My heart started to beat fast as I knew for sure that there was something wrong and that something terrible must be going on inside the mansion.
The moment I opened the door I was greeted by the sight of dead bodies of the servants and their blood pooling on the floor. I should run away back outside the gate and call for help but I didn’t. My feet seem to have a mind of its own as it started to walk inside the mansion. My eyes adjusted to the darkness so I was able to avoid from stepping on the dead bodies or slipping from the blood on the floor.
I heard sounds from upstairs. It sounded swift and soft like gushing wind. Perhaps it’s from a gun with a silencer on or perhaps a slash from something sharp like a dagger. I heard no cries of pain though but I do hear sounds of objects falling or perhaps it was a body falling on the floor with a thud. I knew for sure though that the murderer was still in the house. He could kill me if he saw me but here I am, taking each step on the staircase going towards the 2nd floor of the mansion.
I opened each room in the mansion. I saw the dead bodies my step sisters and step brothers and also my steps mothers…and my real mother. The last room that I was about to visit would be my father’s room. I took a deep breath before opening the door. I saw my father. He was still alive but the look of fear was clearly evident on his face. He was very focused on the murderer in front of him that he hadn’t notice me by the door at all.
The murderer grabbed my father’s hair and with a dagger, he beheaded my father. The body fell on the floor with a thud. The head was thrown outside the window. It probably landed in our beautiful garden. I just continued to stare. I couldn’t move at all to run away or attack the murderer. I couldn’t even scream in fear or shout for help. I just remained standing…frozen. Not in fear but in awe.
The murderer finally turned to look at me and I was also able to have a good look at him too. He wasn’t even wearing any mask. He must have been very confident on killing everybody and not having witnesses since he didn’t even bother to hide his face. Cold and deadly expression on his handsome face. Am I the next one to be killed?
“You’re next.” The murderer’s voice sounded cold, smooth and deep. He started to approach me with his dagger. Honestly, I prefer to be just shot by a gun but I guess the dagger would be okay as long as he makes it swift and painless. Gawd, I shouldn’t be thinking of these things. Dying is dying.
I closed my eyes as I expected to die any minute now. I opened my eyes in surprise as the murderer grabbed the front of my shirt and threw me unto the bed. His mouth and hands were really skillfull. His tongue was exploring in my mouth and rubbing against my tongue. His hand used the dagger to rip away my clothes. In no time, I ended up being naked and my body being slashed. The cuts on my body weren’t deep but just enough to make it bleed.
He seem to like licking and sucking me blood off from my wounds almost as if he was a vampire. His face was becoming messy with my blood. He looked more murderous and almost like a psychotic killer. He kissed me again and I was able to taste my own blood from his mouth. I must be crazy too because I find everything such a turn on. He must have knew that I was very willing because he didn’t even bother to tie me up on bed. My hands were free to hold him, explore underneath his clothes and had the privilege to take off his clothes.
I saw his hand dipping on the neck area of my father’s dead body. His hand that was covered with my father’s blood was used to lubricate me. He was suppose to be raping me but it wouldn’t exactly be called rape since I was willing and he was actually considerate enough to prepare me despite using my father’s blood as lubrication. However, he wasn’t gentle after the preparation. He entered me with a hard thrust. He didn’t wait for me to adjust to his length and size. Hard thrusts just kept on coming but it wasn’t entirely painful because he kept on hitting the pleasure spot inside me accurately. Every time he thrusts, my wounds would open up and bleed. His sweat that would drip on my open wounds would hurt. Despite the pain, he knew all of my pleasure spots and manipulated them all. I was lost in the world of pain and pleasure.
When I opened my eyes again, it hurt from all the brightness and whiteness of the room. I was in the hospital. The wounds on my body told me that what I had just happened to me wasn’t a dream. My first visitor was a detective. He told me some details about the murder. He tried to interview and get some answers from me but I refused to talk. I was thankful of the nurse that came in and ushered him out of the room.
I never talked since I woke up. The doctor thought that it must have resulted from the traumatic experience. The doctor asked if I remembered anything during that night at all. I lied and shook my head which meant ‘No, I didn’t remember’. But even after all these act, the detective didn’t give up. He visited me everyday and tried to help me get my memory back. I was tempted to laugh at him because he’s really trying so hard when I haven’t forgotten a single thing at all.
“Sungmin, I know that it must have really been traumatic for you and it probably hurts to remember but you must try. If you don’t get your memories back, then we would have a hard time solving this case. Wouldn’t you want to avenge your family and put the criminal in prison?”
“No.” That was the first word I said since I woke up a few days ago. I was tempted to laugh again at the shock expression on the detective’s face. “I’m sure you know that my family aren’t really good people. My father had been doing illegal businesses. His wives including my mother were all whores. His children, my step brothers and sisters weren’t exactly doing good at school either. They were into illegal stuff too. I could completely understand why some…no, not some but a LOT of people would want to kill them.” I think my voice sounded different after not talking for so long.
“From the way you talk, I assume that you haven’t really forgotten anything about that night, have you?” the detective accused. He didn’t like the fact that he was completely fooled and he must have looked dumb for trying to help regaining Sungmin’s memory when it had been there all along.
“I was just stating my opinion why I don’t want to avenge my family. I really have forgotten everything.” I lied again. I tried to act as innocent as I could but I knew that the detective no longer believed me.
“Why are you hiding the truth, Sungmin? What will you get from it?”
“Blame my brain for forgetting.”
“Sungmin, just think about it. It’s not just about your family. There were innocent servants that were killed too. The people who are behind the murdering of your family might be planning on another murder too. We want to prevent that from happening. I hope you would be willing to share the next time I visit here.” With that, the detective left the room.
Now I really wish that the murderer killed me back then.
End of Chapter 1
A/N: I haven't decided on who should be the murderer or who should be the detective and please comment and tell me. Remember; it's not certain who Sungmin will end up with~ the murderer or the detective? ^_^ Next chapter will be next week!