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"COME HERE DOLL." His voice was deep. He used to love it until he knew what his boyfriend had done.
He crawled to the man. He is unable to walk unless he is asking for a death wish.
He made it to his boyfriend's lap. He always got told to sit on his lap. No where else.
"You look beautiful, my darling. You should wear this collar more often. Don't you think so?" He asks, making the boy shake in fear
"Yes, Sir. I think so." He said, proud that he didn't stutter.
The man smirked and grabbed the boy's jaw and pulled him close. He used his thumb and softly went over the boy's lower lip.
"Let's see if you still got it." The man said and kissed the boy. The boy was terrified. He didn't want it. But if He said no, he'll be dead. He's too young to die.
—
"Again?" Wang groaned, ruffling his hair as he checked the file.
"Yes, Lee Jieun died by a gunshot. But detectives saw that she was abused before her death. She got stabbed serval times. Her face was cut off. Almost, though. It's clear that the killer didn't want anyone to identify her." Eunjun said, showing Wang the file.
"Got any suspect?" He asks. But Eunjun shook his head.
"No. They got nothing. But they do expect it's the same killer who killed Kim Beom. They both had a similar death." He said, getting out another file and putting it on the table.
"What do we have?" Lee said, putting his cup of coffee down and sitting next to Wang.
"Another dead body, but we still have no idea who done it." Wang said, feeling stressed.
"We'll find them. I know we will." He reassured as Wang just sighed.
"I doubt it. But alright."
—
"Doll, what did I say before?" The man asks, giving the boy a fright as he shivered in fear.
"I can't go out outside unless it is dark." He said, looking away from the man.
"Good boy. Why do you want out anyway?" He asks, playing with the boy's collar.
"Flowers." He said instantly, causing the man to feel confused.
"Flowers? Come on, doll. I can get you some gold if you like." He said, making the boy shake his head.
He knew he would steal them. Or kill someone to get them.
"I want flowers to make my room more pretty. I want pretty flowers. Don't you think a pretty boy deserves pretty flowers?" The boy asks, making the man chuckle.
"Of course, my doll deserves pretty things. What kind of flowers doll?" He asks, making the boy smile.
This is the man he fell for. Not that psycho. But deep down, he knew he still loved this man.
"Sunflowers. They remind me of you. It means loyalty. And you are very loyal to me, and I am loyal to you." The boy said, making the man smile.
"Sunflowers it is. Add some roses, too?"
"Yes! Red ones. They mean love. Like us, Sir!" The boy said, smiling widely.
"Of course, doll. Now give master a kiss." He said, holding the boy's jaw as he pulled him close.
The boy gave him a peck, which turned to a make-out session.
The boy whined as he felt the man's hands grip onto his ass.
"So beautiful doll. You better look pretty when I get back, or else it won't look pretty for you." He whispered into his ear before nibbling it.
"O-Okay Master." The boy moaned out.
He got off the man's lap as he soon went out to get him flowers. The boy rushed upstairs and got the most sexiest outfit.
He put on the collar, which says 'Master's toy'. The boy smiled and took off his clothes and handcuff his wrist to the bed frame, and pushed out his ass.
And he waited.
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At the station, the police were at a meeting. Trying to figure out how to catch the murderer. Wang was notified that there would be a few new policemen. Hopefully, they will be helpful.
They heard a knock as Wang ordered whoever is at the door to come in. Three men appeared wearing uniforms.
"Are you the newbies?" Eunjun asks, as one of them nodded.
"Please sit down as we discuss." Wang instructed.
The three men sat down, not saying a word. Letting the officer speak. Letting them know the information.
—
The man came home with the flowers. He left them in the vase. He knew that his beautiful baby boy likes to look after the plants.
He walks up to the room and sees his pretty in a beautiful position. His face down on the pillow as he ass raised up.
"Looking beautiful, baby boy." The man spoke, slapping his ass and making the other flinch and moan.
The submissive looks over at the man with his doe eyes to the man he looks adorable. He can't wait to ruin his baby boy.
"Sir." The man hears, he looks up, caressing his submissive's ass as he waits for him to continue.
"Please fuck me." He whines, arching his back, moving his ass towards the man.
His man.
The man smirks, and he unzips his trousers. "Since you asked so nicely." He soon preps his submissive.
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"The fuck?" One of the new policeman spoke, looking at the file.
"Yeah, he is a fucked up one." Jaeun says, one of the police officers working on the case.
"I knew he was fucked in the head, I just didn't know he was 'killing people and turning them into dolls' fucked." The new officer spoke.
"He never been identified?" Another spoke as Wang shook his head.
"There are suspects, but they have been ruled out. But that's why we hired you three, we are hoping you will help us find this sick ass." Wang says.
"I'm hoping I don't regret my choices, and you will help." Wang sternly spoke.
The three men shook their head and said,'Yes, sir' at the same time.
"Please look at the case. You are all dismissed." Wang says as everyone else the meeting and got to work.
"Now that's over and done. What's your names?" Sejun asks, one of the other officers.
"Min Yoongi." Yoongi introduced, sounding tired and cold. He doesn't do interactions and just wants the job done.
"Jung Hoseok." Hoseok smiles, the polar opposite of Yoongi. Very cheery and loves to socialise with everyone. He makes friends very easily.
"Kim Taehyung." He shows his cute smile. He is very reserved. He puts his head down and does the work, but he will interact when he needs to be. But, overall, he is awkward and hides that by being hard working and barely talking to anyone.
"It's good to meet you guys. Hopefully, we will get this case done and get that sick cunt in jail." Sejun rants.
"You got some passion on this case, Lee?" Yoongi asks, addressing Sejun to his last name.
"You have no idea. We have tried to look for this guy for five fucking years and we've gotten nowhere. We only found the dead victims. The only clue we have is that he kills the same way. He always slices off the face," Sejun says.
"We always thought it was because he didn't want the body to be identified, but he never gets rid of the teeth, so that rules that one out. We aren't sure why he just takes the face." Sejun says in frustration.
"How do we know it's a he if we have no clue who they are?" Hoseok asks, tilting his head.
"Wang says, and for verbatim, that 'only a man could have stabbed these bastards by how their wounds look. It has to come from a lot of strength.' So, we think the murderer is muscular."
"Ain't that a bit sexist?" Taehyung asks, eith a little bit of hesitation. Sejun rolls his eyes.
"Sexist or not, it is clear that he is a man. A woman isn't that strong." Taehyung made a disgusted face.
"Women can be strong. You'll be surprised." He adds.
"Look, kid, we already agreed that he is a man. There's no need to be woke. You are in a police station, not on Twitter or TikTok." Sejun says as he walks away.
"Cunt." Yoongi says, watching him walk away.
"Never mind him, Kim. You might be right, or you could be wrong. Let's just find this bastard." Yoongi says.
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The submissive cuddles with his man. Resting on his chest. Feeling safe. Despite that man being a killer.
"I got you those flowers, baby boy." He says, looking down at his possession.
"Really! Thank you, sir!" The submissive says, kissing the man on the lips.
The man groans and smiles. "Anything for you, baby boy."
"I love you." He says, looking at his man.
"I love you too. You are all mine, aren't you?" The man smirks as the submissive shut his eyes and nodded, moaning at the possessiveness.
"All yours."
The submissive's mind went blank. He forgot that he's with the most wanted murderer.
"Get some sleep, baby boy. I have to go for a little bit, but I'll be back." He says, making the submissive pout.
"Where are you going?" He pouts, gripping onto the man's arm.
"To collect some dolls." He smirks.
"But I thought I was your doll." The submissive whines. The man kissed the whine away.
"You are, my beautiful doll face. I just want more for my collection. But you are my number one doll. No one can beat that." The man says, kissing the submissive on the neck.
And the only one who gets to live.
"Okay, but don't be too long. I can't sleep without your cuddles." He says, making the man chuckle.
"Of course, doll."