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The knife reflected the color of the soft lights, gleaming as he held the hilt to the undressed man’s hip. His pleads and begs were drowned out by the urge to see the red seap from his smooth, delicate skin. Taeyong pressed harder, gently slicing the flesh. The blood oozed out, ecstasy filling his body at the scene. His wails grew louder as the red head’s desire grew more blinding. He sliced in a craze, creating intricate patterns woven into his skin as if the most skillful artist had possessed him. Taeyong felt strong hands grasp his shoulders, and suddenly he met face first with the floor, vision suddenly blurred.
Taeyong’s body hit the ground with a thump, eyes suddenly wide open and his mind racing as he panicked. His chest rose with his uneven breaths as he reached out to get a hold onto anything. Bile rose in his throat and his legs carried him before his mind was able to process the moment. Running into the hallway, he flung the bathroom door open and proceeded to empty his already close to empty stomach into the toilet. Tears streamed down his face as he heaved up the remaining bits, coming out as choked sobs. His back hit the wall once he was done, looking up to stop the tears and even out his breaths. Counting to ten, he stood on his wobbly legs and made his way to the sink.
Sunken eyes laced with permanent bags stared back at the skillfully carved face in the mirror. A bruise tinted with black began forming on his cheek. Taeyong caressed the contusion, admiring the spider-like veins. He sucked in a breath as he pressed on the blackening skin, finding pleasure in the pain it caused. A sick smile etched its way onto his face before he quickly fought it off.