003. Blindfolds, Hankyung/Yesung
003. Blindfolds, Hankyung/Yesung
Title: The Last Thing You See
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Character Death! au!
The ceiling was unfamiliar to him. In fact, in a moment of clarity, he wasn’t sure if it was really a ceiling at all. No. No ceilings weren’t metal. They did not rattle and shake. Not like this. And floors didn’t move. A loud thump was heard and then he felt his body lift up a bit before slamming back down onto the metal floor. Slowly his mind pieced together his surroundings. He was in the back of a moving truck.
Panic started to fill him as he finally realized his situation. But it was impossible. Things like this only existed in movies and books. On the television on those crime shows his brother enjoyed watching. This was real. This couldn’t be happening. He attempted to move only to find his arms and legs bound together, thin nylon ropes straining against his skin. He felt them burn marks into his arms and into his mind. If he ever escaped this, he’d never be able to forget it.
He struggled to sit up but found that he could not. He was bound to the floor by his wrists and ankles. Another bump suspended his body before bringing himself down onto the cold metal. He continued to struggle, the pain from the ropes disintegrating as adrenaline rushed through his body, screaming for him to escape.
And then silence.
He stilled. The truck had stopped. The hum of its engine was no longer vibrating beneath him. He tried to hear for the outside world. Nothing. He felt tears forming in his eyes. His will was never that strong, someone usually helped pushed him towards his achievements. As tears flowed down his face, he prayed that there would be a savior for him. He prayed that somehow, someone would find this truck suspicious. That they would investigate and find him.
It felt like he was crying and praying for hours when he heard clanking against the doorway. It creaked open and he closed his eyes against the flooding light. Once more panic rushed through his system, why were they so quiet? Were they the ones who took him or were they people to save him. There were hands on his face, caressing his cheeks. He dared to open an eye but was met with darkness as a cloth was wrapped around his eyes. His mouth was forced open as rag was shoved in his mouth. He screamed into the cloth and tried to back away from the offending hands. He felt them pull back but instead he received a sharp slap to the face.
He stopped his movements and instead quivered in his place. No, he was doomed. He couldn’t stop the whimpers coming from his throat. He didn’t want things to end.
“Now, now my dear voice of art. Shush……shush…”
The hands were again on his face, slowing caressing downwards until them rested around his throat. He stiffened, was this person going to strangle him to death. He felt a thumb circle his Adam’s apple, putting a light pressure on it.
“You have such an incredible voice. But…you don’t really deserve it…”
That voice. The way it spoke. A foreigner? But why would someone come here to kill him. How did he know him? Who was this person?
The person moved away for a moment and he wondered just what was going to happen now. Suddenly, a body was on top of his, straddling his waist with muscled thighs.
“I’ve admired you for a long time now. Your voice inspired me. But I despised it. You are such an awkward boy, too awkward to have such a talent. No…no, you don’t deserve it. Just like you didn’t deserve me. And because you don’t deserve it…you should be punished. Death only seems appropriate for your crimes. Yes….yes…that would fit nicely…”
He felt that body lean down and press their chests together, his tormentor’s head right below his chin, sucking on his neck as if to leave a mark. One hand came up and removed the cloth from his mouth as the body crawled closer up, biting red marks into his skin up to his ear.
“I want to be the last one you’ll ever see.”
He felt the person shift and remove his blindfold. He kept his eyes shut, hoping to elongate his life just a moment more.
“What do you think our friends would’ve called his? YeKyung? HanSung?”
His eyes shot open and finally he saw the person who was doing this to him.
“Ha-“
He couldn’t speak anymore. The man on top of his was being painted red. Red? Why was he covered in red? Why was everything going black? He couldn’t…couldn’t…but…why?
Hankyung…
Title: The Last Thing You See
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Character Death! au!
The ceiling was unfamiliar to him. In fact, in a moment of clarity, he wasn’t sure if it was really a ceiling at all. No. No ceilings weren’t metal. They did not rattle and shake. Not like this. And floors didn’t move. A loud thump was heard and then he felt his body lift up a bit before slamming back down onto the metal floor. Slowly his mind pieced together his surroundings. He was in the back of a moving truck.
Panic started to fill him as he finally realized his situation. But it was impossible. Things like this only existed in movies and books. On the television on those crime shows his brother enjoyed watching. This was real. This couldn’t be happening. He attempted to move only to find his arms and legs bound together, thin nylon ropes straining against his skin. He felt them burn marks into his arms and into his mind. If he ever escaped this, he’d never be able to forget it.
He struggled to sit up but found that he could not. He was bound to the floor by his wrists and ankles. Another bump suspended his body before bringing himself down onto the cold metal. He continued to struggle, the pain from the ropes disintegrating as adrenaline rushed through his body, screaming for him to escape.
And then silence.
He stilled. The truck had stopped. The hum of its engine was no longer vibrating beneath him. He tried to hear for the outside world. Nothing. He felt tears forming in his eyes. His will was never that strong, someone usually helped pushed him towards his achievements. As tears flowed down his face, he prayed that there would be a savior for him. He prayed that somehow, someone would find this truck suspicious. That they would investigate and find him.
It felt like he was crying and praying for hours when he heard clanking against the doorway. It creaked open and he closed his eyes against the flooding light. Once more panic rushed through his system, why were they so quiet? Were they the ones who took him or were they people to save him. There were hands on his face, caressing his cheeks. He dared to open an eye but was met with darkness as a cloth was wrapped around his eyes. His mouth was forced open as rag was shoved in his mouth. He screamed into the cloth and tried to back away from the offending hands. He felt them pull back but instead he received a sharp slap to the face.
He stopped his movements and instead quivered in his place. No, he was doomed. He couldn’t stop the whimpers coming from his throat. He didn’t want things to end.
“Now, now my dear voice of art. Shush……shush…”
The hands were again on his face, slowing caressing downwards until them rested around his throat. He stiffened, was this person going to strangle him to death. He felt a thumb circle his Adam’s apple, putting a light pressure on it.
“You have such an incredible voice. But…you don’t really deserve it…”
That voice. The way it spoke. A foreigner? But why would someone come here to kill him. How did he know him? Who was this person?
The person moved away for a moment and he wondered just what was going to happen now. Suddenly, a body was on top of his, straddling his waist with muscled thighs.
“I’ve admired you for a long time now. Your voice inspired me. But I despised it. You are such an awkward boy, too awkward to have such a talent. No…no, you don’t deserve it. Just like you didn’t deserve me. And because you don’t deserve it…you should be punished. Death only seems appropriate for your crimes. Yes….yes…that would fit nicely…”
He felt that body lean down and press their chests together, his tormentor’s head right below his chin, sucking on his neck as if to leave a mark. One hand came up and removed the cloth from his mouth as the body crawled closer up, biting red marks into his skin up to his ear.
“I want to be the last one you’ll ever see.”
He felt the person shift and remove his blindfold. He kept his eyes shut, hoping to elongate his life just a moment more.
“What do you think our friends would’ve called his? YeKyung? HanSung?”
His eyes shot open and finally he saw the person who was doing this to him.
“Ha-“
He couldn’t speak anymore. The man on top of his was being painted red. Red? Why was he covered in red? Why was everything going black? He couldn’t…couldn’t…but…why?
Hankyung…