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ㅤㅤ Pilwon gently ran his finger from his Adam's apple to his navel over Daegwang's skin. But there was something missing, but the man didn't know what it was.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ— Your skin is so smooth, like that of a newborn rat. No hair at all, I wonder if it's a feature of your body or depilation? — There was no answer to the question, only a barely audible short moan, but Pilwon didn't pay any attention to it. — Look, I don't want you to think I'm the last creature, so I'm going to fuck you for the first and last time, but first I need to find the right atmosphere. Wait a minute.
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ㅤㅤ Choi walked over to the rack above the gramophone and put his finger to his chin, pretending to think about it, but the man knew in advance which record the player would play. Pil Won carefully pulled the record from the shelf and carefully placed the vinyl and checked the needle on the record player. Everything was in its place, not a single extra thing or any problem - everything was just the way Pil Won wanted it. He was a perfectionist to the core and he didn't like, no, he hated it when things went wrong.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— Mhm... — A groan was heard from the other side of the room, which broke the silence. That silence should have been broken by the sound of the record, but not by Daegwang.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— What? — Pilwon turned around and smiled playfully. — Do you want to know what song is playing right now? Okay, I'll answer your question. "Je te Veux", I don't think you know French, cos the only thing your mouth knows is how to suck. "I want you," that's how the song translates. The lyrics speak for themselves, but unfortunately I don't have a version with the words, but don't worry, I'll sing it to you. I hope you like it.
Pil Won turned the recorder and the room filled with music. Choi walked over to the table where Daegwang was lying on. He was sweaty, pale, and his whole appearance said that he was very sick and unable to speak.
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“Oui, je vois dans tes yeux
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLa divine promesse
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤQue ton cœur amoureux
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤVient chercher ma caresse”
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ㅤㅤ Pilwon began to sing while pulling a scalpel and a small saw out of a drawer.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— I guess you're wondering what I injected you with when you rushed out after one of my calls. Lethal injection, you know, it's used as one of the methods of capital punishment in American prisons. To start with, I injected you with sodium thiopental to knock you unconscious, but apparently that wasn't enough, so I'll inject it again. Next, pancunorium bromide to stop you breathing on your own. And lastly potassium chloride. And then you die.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— Ugum? — Daegwang couldn't say anything else and couldn't get anything out of himself. His body hadn't listened to itself for a long time, and his consciousness was constantly switching on and off. Koh could barely understand what Pil-won was saying to him. It would be a little while before his consciousness would switch off again, and it seemed like forever. Now Daegwang had a couple of minutes, maybe even seconds, left, and only now did he realise all the words his brother was saying to him: "He's using you.", "He doesn't fucking need you.", "He doesn't love you in any way!". This whole situation was making him uncomfortable. Why him? I mean, he did all the errands without question, never says no, and listened to him all the time, going against his brother. But the thoughts quickly faded away when Daegwang felt something in the bottom of his body. As it turned out, Pilwon was stretching him.
ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— You don't even have any pubic hair, do you really depilate? — Choi inserted another finger into Koh while stroking his pubes with his other hand. — Did you learn how to get rid of hair while you were working in the red light district in Japan? — Pilwon was silent for a moment, but continued again. — You have a very tight hole, how long has it been since you've given your bastard any? Okay, you don't have to answer, I've changed my mind about entering you anyway, but..." — The man inserted the rest of his fingers into Daegwang, and now his whole hand entered him. — I wonder, if I stuffed you, would the meat look like pork or chicken? — Choi hesitated for a moment. — If you can still answer, I'll give you a choice: lemon or prune? — There was no answer. — So lemon it is.
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ㅤㅤFrom the one-sided dialogue, or rather Pilwon's monologue, two minutes at most had passed.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— Oh, yeah. I thought you liked me and while I was touching you, your dick would get hard, but no. Too bad. — The man put his left hand around Koh's cock for a couple of seconds and abruptly withdrew his hand, showing as if he was very disgusted. — Pretty big, and you also with a dick like that you preferred to be on the bottom. Might as well get a piercing then and show everyone you're a whore. — The song on the record was almost over and Choi realised that he had promised to sing everything he hadn't finished a verse of the song. There was nothing left to do, so Pilwon sang the last phrase of the song:
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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ"Je te Veux."
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ㅤㅤThe man stood in silence for about two minutes. There was silence in the room, only his own breathing could be heard and nothing else. Pilwon checked Daegwang's breathing and pulse. He's still alive.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— Because of you, I'll have to get rid of my favourite black shirt. I'll burn it with your bones later.
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ㅤㅤPilwon's plan was not easy to execute. He wanted to eat human flesh, and to cover up the evidence, he wanted to make dishes out of the body parts and organise a big dinner. And of course, he wanted Daehwi to attend. Just imagine: he's eating his brother's meat, he's enjoying the feast to the fullest. And then the curtain comes up... and it's revealed that dear Daehwi has tasted the forbidden fruit again, but with an immoral side, although who says that sex between brothers is normal. Either way, he'll hate himself. And if he also gets his hands on himself, then... Why not, one less problem to worry about.
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ㅤㅤBut that's not the cherry on top of this plan, or even the foundation for which the whole thing was designed. Pil Won wanted with all his heart to try and eat a human brain. But why Dae Gwan? It was simple - he would never say no, so it was easy to get rid of him. Besides, no one will be looking for him, no family, no lover, just a brother. No one else needs him.
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ㅤㅤPilwon ran his finger along Daegwang's neck.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— An axe would be enough. A scalpel to cut off the scalp and a small saw to cut the top of the skull. After that, I'll bake the brain in the oven, and after cooking it, I'll put it back into the skull and eat it straight from the head. — Pilwon smiled to himself like a cat that caught a mouse. — It'll stink like hell, but I'm not used to it... Oh yes, and I'll have to get rid of the skin and muscles at the end so that only the skull remains. I'll put it on the shelf as a memento. No one will enter the office anyway, and if they do, they won't realise it's real. — Pil Won thought about it, remembering something. — That's right, I forgot to give you the rest of the injection, but I still want to kill you in a humane way.
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ㅤㅤThe man injected three different drugs into three different syringes and alternately began injecting the drugs into the lifeless body, observing the time frame.
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ㅤㅤAfter that, Pilwon went to the garage, where there was a small warehouse with tools. In addition to the axe, he took small clean containers, where he would put the organs and body parts for further preparation. And, of course, bags of gloves, and an apron so he wouldn't get too dirty. As Choi walked back, the thought of how to make pate from Daegwang's liver never left his mind. Would it taste okay? Koh ate a lot, but here was smoking... You'd never know until you tried it, would you?
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ㅤㅤBefore the beheading, Pilwon decided to seal off the room with cling film so he wouldn't have to call a cleaning service, because anything could happen and he didn't want any unnecessary red tape.
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ㅤㅤFinished with his preparations, Pil Won rolled up his sleeves and checked Daegwang's pulse once more. He wasn't breathing. Dead. Choi wiped the axe clean and....
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ㅤㅤA blow. Although the man was in good shape and looked after himself, being an executioner was surprisingly not an easy task. Pilwon realised his mistake - he should chop from the back, that is, where the spine is, and not chop the damn trachea. But there was no point in doing otherwise, and after some time and futile attempts he managed to decapitate the corpse.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— Even your head without a body is ugly. — Pilwon raised Daegwang's head so that it was on the same level as his. — I wonder why I don't want to kiss your mouth like Salome. — The man laughed. — Okay, enough with the chill.
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ㅤㅤI don't know how long it took Pilwon, but it wasn't two hours, or even six. Choi was now pulling a piece of meat out of the oven... Or rather, a brain. The kitchen was filled with a very pleasant aroma, as if a turkey had been baked for Christmas. The man was too happy and put the finished dish on a small tray and muttered to himself the final monologue of Salome from the play:
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ㅤㅤ"Daegwang should have been Salome, then Jokanaan would have been me. And Herod, hmm... your brother Daehwi. He would have killed you right after you whined and whined about me. And the end of the story would have been Herod killing himself, even though it wasn't in the play. It would have been a beautiful story. But alas, I was Salome, and Herod is not in the story." — Pilwon thought to himself as he set the small table in the kitchen.
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ㅤㅤAfter a short preparation, the man placed the head on the cake dish, and put the finished brain into the same head from which he had taken it out a couple of hours ago. There was an incredible odour in the room. One side smelled of meat, and the other side already reeked of a decomposing corpse. It wasn't to say that Pilwon couldn't smell the odour, quite the opposite, but he was eager to taste the forbidden fruit.
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ㅤㅤTaking the cutlery in his hands, the man cut off a small piece of brain and put it in his mouth. The brain was juicy and soft, it melted in his mouth. Pil Won wanted more and he didn't tolerate it. Ignoring his moral principles, the man began to eat the rest of the brain like a ravenous dog. Instruments, plates and glasses flew to the floor, Choi was slurping as if he had gone mad.
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ㅤㅤFinished and calm, Pilwon coughed and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He wanted more, but he had to be patient. Since he had devised the plan a long time ago, hence the dinner invitations had already been sent out. Some politicians, officials, investors, drug dealers, and most importantly, Daehwi.
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ㅤㅤPilwon got up from the table, cleaned up the mess and started cooking. He had a whole bunch of dishes planned: liver pate, intestine sausages, lung goulash, ribs and so on, but the heart was the crowning dish of this dinner. The heart that Daehwi will eat. Choi planned to give what was left of Dae Hwan to his friend's wolfhound, then burn what was left and keep the ashes for himself.
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ㅤㅤX day came, more than forty people gathered: men, women and their children. The truest of grand dinners, and most importantly, no one would realise what a person was eating. Pilwon sat at the table in his office and typed his "memoirs" on the typewriter about how he tasted human brain, and soon will try meat. Even though everyone had already arrived, everyone was waiting for the culprit of the celebration, but Pilwon was biding his time. He just wanted to appear in front of the guests at six sharp, and there were still three minutes to go. Choi finished typing the page, stood up, and walked out of the office. There were about twenty seconds left. And at exactly six p.m., Choi Pilwon entered the spacious dining room.
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ㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ— Greetings to everyone on this wonderful evening. I'm very happy to see you. I've invited you to dinner tonight. — Pilwon smiled. — The animal you will be eating tonight was killed and cooked by me personally. — Choi pointed to the tables with his hand, a gesture that meant it was okay to sit down. — I forgot to mention that the star of the evening will be Koh Daehwi, who I've had the honour of working with, so I've prepared a special dish for him. I wish you all a good evening and a good appetite, enjoy. — Pilwon closed the dining room door behind him and waited for reactions to the dish he had prepared from Daegwang.