I apologise for the long absence, I fell pretty ill just before the holidays and have only now started to recover, but I'll do my best to finish this series quickly!
Reader discretion advised for this chapter.
Damn it, it wasn't supposed to turn out like this. He had more planned, and they had a body to take care of. But then there was Bum, wearing that goddamn fake skirt that barely covered anything, and he just looked so… afraid, absolutely trembling in fear when he fell in the grave beside the corpse he made. And then he cried out - Sangwoo couldn't help himself.
Usually his victims are women, usually the most he does is fuck them then kill them, he doesn't let them live with him, cook for him, usually his victims are just there for the pleasure of seeing them finally fucking die like they deserve, usually his victims don't make him lose his fucking mind like Yoon Bum does.
"Not yet," he says when the scrawny man tries to scramble out of the grave, shoving Bum back down.
Bum's screams seem entirely out of his control, fear and anxiety taking complete control over him. There really can't be any other explanation, because no way would he have the audacity to scream at Sangwoo otherwise. "Let go!" he sobs between his screams. "Let go, let go! Stop it! Let go!"
He laughs as Bum fights against him. He may kick but his bony, mangled little legs barely do anything to Sangwoo. "What's wrong?" Sangwoo chuckles. "It's not like she's looking at you with resentment. " Bum screams renew as he looks at the corpse. "Are you scared? Imagine how scared she must've been. Not that it's any of my fucking business, you don't have the right or the need to regret what you did. You never had a happy past anyways, you were bullied and ridiculed all your life. And now you've escaped that life, because you did something for yourself." Sangwoo taps Bum's chin, roguish and cheeky. "Congrats, Mr. Murderer."
Bum whimpers high in his throat, a noise of such primal terror it makes Sangwoo shiver. He grins, tracing his thumb across Yoon Bum's quivering lower lip. "You should be proud, you aren't a total leech any more. You weren't whimpering like this when you stabbed her. " he laughs as Bum chokes on a sob. "That's okay, I think I like you like this even better."
His hand grips Bum's exposed thigh, feeling him tremble beneath Sangwoo's hand. "This is how you should always be: terrified." he whispers as his hand creeps steadily higher, his fingers just barely brushing against Bum's balls. Bum tenses and his breath catches; Sangwoo spares his pallid face a glance before rubbing a curled knuckle against the soft skin of his ballsack. "God, I bet you like wearing this, like the whore you are. Just revealing everything ."
Tutting when he finds Bum to be flaccid, Sangwoo sits back on his haunches. "Never mind, here isn't the best place anyways." He just barely catches a glimpse of disappointment in Bum's eyes and he laughs. "Yeah, I figured you'd like doing it in a place like this, fucking slut. Too bad, you gotta finish filling in this hole."
Bum shakily climbs out and Sangwoo is well aware that Bum refuses to meet his gaze. It makes Sangwoo absolutely throb in his trousers. He leans back against a tree to watch Bum with a satisfied grin as Bum works on covering the body. Such a good little slut.