"KNOCK KNOCK" The Salesman joked outside. Yeol stumbled back horrified, how did that maniac find her address? He must've followed her when she got off the car but waited until now to appear. Psycho. "I know you're there, Yeol." He smiled to the camera. "I have your mail" He raised the letters. "Oh, and I may have killed the doorman"

She groaned to herself, almost slamming the door in anger, stared back at the pannel, where he still gave little waves to the camera.

With a huge sigh, she opened it. "What the fuck do you want?"

"Is that a way to greet a friend?" He pouted.

"You're not my friend." She still held the door, not allowing him in.

"But we had some much fun earlier." He insisted, then, his eyes trailed down her body. "Nice outfit." She looked back at her own self, the grey sweatpants and the black Kuromi T-Shirt, great, he wouldn't let her get away with this. "May I come inside?"

"No." She stood her hand. "Just give me the mail."

He raised an eyebrow. "You opened the door just for your mail?" He scoffed. "What's so interesting about it? Are you signed up for the monthly Playboy magazine?"

"Did you really kill the doorman?"

"He wouldn't let me enter the building." He shrugged, still wating, his semblant was almost too enthusiastic, tapping the floor with his shoulder. "If you don't let me in, I can always make a scandal." He teased.

"You wouldn't..."

"Do you want to bet?" He smirked. "I've seen enough CEO dramas to give a good yelling. HEY, GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME!" He dramatically raised his tone, now attracting some next door neighbours that just vame off their apartments.

"You fucking asshole, they're gonna call the cops on us." She pulled him by the sleeve. "Shut up!" Yeol whispered.

"You'll have to let me in first."

Yeol looked conflicted at the people, then at the danger by her doorstep. There was nowhere to hide. With a fast push, The Salesman was now inside her home, and she locked the door behind her, visualizing the enemy amused by the view.

He was smiling ear to ear, carefully walking and touching furniture like he was in a musem.

"It's so cozy." He looked around with interest. "Usually recruiters request a penthouse, you just chose a modern apartment."

"What do you want?"

"Really feels like a home." He buried his hands on his shoulders, relaxed and lazily taking long steps. "Do you receive people here often?"

"Why are you here, Set?" She asked now more demanding, following his steps until the kitchen.

The Salesman opened the fridge's door, observing marvelous the content inside, taking yogurt from the fridge and a spoon at the drawer, starting to eat it.

"You know I love it when you called me that." He winked, taking the spoon slowly into his mouth. "Mhmm, I also love this yogurt brand." He moaned in pleasure.

Even Yeol flushed at the sight, what he man did while eating yogurt should be considered graphic porn content, who licked a spoon that way? Always made her imagine what else he could do....No, no she didn't!

This was insanity, her rival, the man she despised was just inside her kitchen, stealing food from her fridge, and had pratically invaded the building by killing the poor doorman.

"What have you done to the doorman's body?" She questioned nervous. "If someone finds out it could get us in trouble-"

The Salesman pratically ignored what she was saying, walking back go the living room when he finished the yogurt, now he seemed to be admiring a portrait above the fireplace.

He squinted his eyes to properly see it. "Who's this?"

She froze. He was pointing to a a picture of her and a yonger girl, her sister.

"Not your bussiness."She responded instead.

He looked back at her, making a face. "Bummer." He rolled his eyes and sat lazily at the sofa. "Where is the remote control?"

"What?"

"Do you have Netflix?"

"Hey!" She yelled, now standin front of him. He looked at her, unbothered. "What the fuck are you doing? You're not a guest here."

"Now you're just being mean." He complained.

"Listen closely." She leaned to him, holding tight to the tie around his neck, his smile showed up, enjoying how she was taking the lead of the situation. "You're going to leave my apartment, and get rid of the man you killed, or I'm going to take the spoon of the yogurt you ate, and make you choke with it. Understood?"

The Salesman seemed distracted by something on her face, actually, he didn't seem like he was paying attention to a single word she said at all. There was this almost softness, dangerous tenderness in his face that would make anyone shiver.

"Your eyes have this chestnut color...it's quite mesmerizing." He mumbled.

She blinked surprised. That could not be normal. "Are you drunk?"

He giggled. "High, actually."

"High?!" She groaned. "What the fuck did you use?"

"A new synthetic drug." He smiled while staring to the lights of the apartment. "I have some if you want"

Yeol sighed, walking across the room stressed, brushing her hair with her fingers as she stared at Set manspreading on her sofa, loosen tie, messy hair strands, and a slutty smile that made her cheeks heat up.

"You need to leave." She pointed to the door. "I don't care what you do after hours, but don't do it here."

"But I was bored..."He whimpered like a kid. "So I decided to drop by."

"Fuck off, why don't you go annoy someone else?"

"I...don't have anyone."

Yeol stopped walking, for a minute, just for a bare minute she could visualize some humanity, or even the ghost of sadness crossing that blood thirsty man's eyes.

But that was only for a minute before he recomposed himself.

"Come on, Yeol, let's have some fun..." He insisted.

"No." She grabbed her gun and aimed at him. "Get out."

"Now we're talking." He smirked. "Would you really shoot me?"

"That's all I've ever wanted"

"Fascinating." He chuckled. The Salesman rest his head on the couch, looking up at the ceiling. "What if I offered you a game that may grant you that possibility?"

"I'm not going to play any of your games."

"Russian Roulette." He grinned wide eyed, never so out of himself yet so self authentic. "It's 1 out of 6 chances of killing me."

"And have me killed. I'm out." Yeol walkes away to the kitchen, she was too stressed out already, she needed a glass of water.

The Salesman got up from the sofa, for someone in not a stable state of mind, he could walk normally, and also stay in a very good balance.

"Come on, how do you plan to spend your friday night?" He gestured to the TV. "Watch a stupid sitcom?"

"It's Modern Family." She corrected offended, resting the cup aside. "And yes, it's much better than spending it with you."

"Ah come on, you know you want to play." He followed her like a shadow, unable to let it go. "If you plan to cast me as the Wicked Witch of the West, you can be the one from the East. You're just as wretched as I am" He teased. Yeol sighed, looking at that dangerously hot mess. "Don't lie to me." He smirked. "You like this, the fly or die, the danger of the fall...a game." He chuckled. "Or else you wouldn't have opened the door. Am I right?" She became quiet. "You had no reason to open it, but you did. You want this."

Yeol looked at him straight in the eyes, the proximity almost intoxicating. "1 out of 6 you say?" She mentioned, and the deal was finally settled.

...

Three bottles of soju were open, his shirt's sleeves were pulled a
up, some buttons opened and the coat threw across the living room.

The small coffee table that served as a luxurious item of decoration with its' glass surface, now reserved the space for Yeol's gun. On both edges, were two insane recruiters seeking some adrenaline into their lives.

"Here." The Salesman offered her a small recipient with an emerald green liquid inside. "Try it."

Yeol took the recipient in her hands, confused, already a bit lightheaded by the drinks. "What's this?"

"The synthetic drug I talked about." He responded. "They call it the Viper."

Yeol looked at the content suspiciously. "Is this safe?"

"And what kind of drug is safe?" He scoffed. "But if you don't want it-"

Before he could finish the sentence, Yeol had drank the liquid, causing a smile on his face. She set the recipient aside and took a heavy breath, almost gathering courage.

"Alright, are we doing this or not?" She asked impatient.

"Let's recall the rules, yes?" The Salesman showed the gun. "There's only one bullet within the 6 spots available. We spin, and then take turns to shoot ourselves." He explained. "If one of us ends up dead, the organization won't be able to blame the other for murder, since it will be considered suicide." Yeol nodded. "Any objections?"

She gazed back at the portrait above the portrait, where her smilling little sister would live forever. Even if Yeol died, she'd go straight to hell and wouldn't see her. So fuck it.

"Can't wait to clean your brains from my floor." She joked, and he laughed in return. "Who goes first?"

"I'll be a gentleman." He responded. "You spin."

Yeol did not hesitate and spun the gun, expectibg the first shot to already grant her the wish, but ended up being fooled by her own hands.

The Salesman clicked his tongue. "Looks like you're starting it, Yeol." He smirked. "Good luck."

Her hands trembled a bit as she reached for the gun, deep inside she knew she could not make out of that alive, but there was also this rush, this excitement that was different than just pretending to be alive.

The same maniac rush she'd feel whenever she ended up in a duel with Set, or when she fooled a player when recruiting them.

It was the degradating, nonstopping hunger to be alive when her heart was already dead.

She raised the gun, making it touch her temple. The Salesman watched, almost hipnotized. "You look pretty like this." He hummed.

Yeol scoffed, high on the game, mouthing 'fuck you' to him and pulling the trigger at once.

The soft click and nothing else. The two smiled to one another.

"Looks like it'll take more to kill me" Yeol handed him the gun. "Your turn"

His fingers brushed against hers, the contact lingering for more time than supoosed to. "You still haven't told me" He commented, while setting the gun beneath his chin this time. "who's the girl on the portrait with you."

Yeol pondered upon the question, was it worth saying it? It wasn't a risk anyway, after all, there was no one alive for her to care anymore. No one he could blackmail her with. That's why the games' organization picked them, perfect guards, perfect recruiters. No family, no attachment, no feelings.

"My sister." She replied. "She's dead. Cancer."

He could visualize the hurting in her eyes. "How old?"

"It started when she was 6, ended when she was 7."

"I'm sorry for your loss." He muttered, almost being a decent human being.

"No you aren't." She snapped back. "Now shoot."

"With pleasure." The Salesman raised his chin, allowed the gun to be perfectly aligned to shoot it from down to the top. There was a heavy pause, a morbid one, before the trigger was pulled.

And then, nothing.

He sighed, almost disappointed, as he handed Yeol the gun again. The cozy atmosphere of the room had turned heated and unwelcoming, way too intimate to common minds. The lights were low, a lava lamp created images in the shadows, and two pairs of eyes glistened in the dark.

"What about you?" She asked. "Did you ahve any family...before this?"

"Since when do you want to know about me?"

She shrugged. "Since you asked about me. It's only fair"

The Salesman thought about her offer for a moment. "I was raised by my single father until I turned 9 years old." He spoke in a gelid tone. "He was...drunk, useless and obnoxious." There was a hidden hatred that covered his monologue. A side Yeol has never witnessed before. "He was always indebted because of his vice, blaming me for it." He gave a bitter smile. "So I ran away."

"Looks like you did well on your own." It wasn't possible to know if that was a compliment or criticism of her part, perphaps both, and he agreed on it.

"So I started working on the games..."

"Clearing out the trash." She completed.

He nodde din agreement. "Exactly. They're different than us, these people..."He shook his head. "They have no purpose in this world. We did, even before this, I know that deep inside you, you knee you were meant for something greater, didn't you?"

Yeol thought about the question for a moment. Did she? She couldn't quite tell. She had a purpose, that's for sure, it was to save her sister and she failed before she could have enough money for it. Now...now she just wanted the people who wasted their lives to pay. They had a chance to ruin theirs while her innocent sister didn't. It wasn't fair.

What was the money for, if not to make them learn a lesson?

"Do you remember how it felt?" He asked, in a dreamy semblant "When you first held the gun in your hands?"

Yeol looked down, thinking, the day she received the gun...she was trembling, scared as a little cat, but also never so...

"I felt powerful." She replied, the Salesman smiled.

"Me too" He agreed, pointing to her. "Your turn."

"You didn't finish the story." She teased.

"Survive, and maybe I will." Yeol rulled her eyes, almost in purpose, but he stopped her. "Let's make it more interesting." He walked up, sitting by her side, hands above hers as he whispered in her ear. "Open your mouth."

That warm air against her ear sent a jolt of electricity through her whole body, and she found herself following his instructions.

"Good girl, that's it..."He purred, now guiding her hand holding the gun until the gao between her lips, not breaking eye contact. "Yes...take it all in...you can take it."

She could almost feel the metal of the bareel against her tongue. His large hand over hers trembled with excitememt, that man was almost dripping in ecstasy to the scene, it eas overwhelming, overheating. Her legs begun to squeeze themselves on their own.

He let go of her hand, watching intently before she could shoot.

Click.

Nothing.

"I don't know which year it was. There was a man who'd lost, and I went over to shoot him, but..." The Salesman resumed his tale, as Yeol took the gun from her mouth, both their breaths dragged, a mix between arousement, adrenaline and fear. He took the gun in his hands. "mhm...I recognized his face." He smirked. "Guess who it was."

Yeol widened her eyes. "Your father?"

"Perfect answer, sweetie." He smiled pleased. "My dad. I was aiming a weapon at my very own father." He exolained. "And he begged me, tears in his eyes, to spare his life." Yeol could feel her stomach flipping just by imagining the scene. "And so do you know what I did?...I shot him" He mimicked the gun shooting as a child playingm "bang, right in the middle of his forehead." Yeol looked at him speecheless, of she was either impressed or horrified it was hard to tell. "That's when I knew: Ah... I guess I really am cut out for this"

Yeol sniffed, watching his sick smile glisten through the dark, the energy they matched was suddenly aligned, strangely so.

"I felt the same when I first killed." She added. "It's...that sort of repulsive thrill...makes blood goes pumping, doesn't it?"

He nodded. "You get it."

"I do."

Another pause in silence. So heavy and so meaningful, yet so filled with tension by the next 3 shots left.

"I believe it's my turn" He held the gun tightly on his hands. "Our chat is being a little too fun, it's a shame to ruin it."

"Should I arrange the details for your funeral?" She teased.

"You'll dance on my grave, no, thank you." He joked so calmly that it was hard to believe he was putting a gun in his mouth, just as her did moments before.

Shoulders brushing, eyes meeting. Sooner or later, one of those bodies, warm and brearhing, could become dead gelid corpses falling on the beige carpet.

That still did not push them away from the goal.

The Salesman stared at her, gun sliding through his lips, almost like he imagined himself doing something, or someone else, before his finger could finally tangle and pull the trigger.

A small shake from them both, prepared for the impact, but nothing.

Gun back on the table, deep exhales. "So, if I'm correct, there are only 2 more spots." Yeol pondered.

"Correct."

"That means if I want to kill you, all I need to do is pull two times the trigger at you, and you'll be gone."

He tilted his head to the side, trying to play cute. "Yes, I suppose." He looked up, like a puppy. "Is that what you'll do now?"

"What do you think?"

"Hmm...I believe a woman that loathes me from the moment we met, that has attempted to kill me, and that has no reason to keep me alive...only believes in one destiny for this game." He looked into her eyes, only inches away, as Yeol held the gun in her hands, hiz gaze darted to her lips, an unsent invitation that only grew more tempting by each failed shot. "...unless..."He whispered, the corner of his smile raising up. "...she hasn't been completely honest to what she truly feels."

Yeol raised the gun to his eyesight, putting it right between them, as the only barrier able to contain herself from doing the most terrible mistake of her entire life. Her chance was right there and then.

She just needed to shoot two times, only two times and that man would be dead. That nightmare, that devil in human form who hurt so many would be gone.

But if he waw so evil then why, in so many years of solitude, she felt a solemn strange resemblance and comfort in his persona?

It could be the alcohol, or maybe the drugs. Whatever it was, it awakened the worst, the most hideous and well kept desires of her soul.

The cold gun touched her forehead, as Yeol continuously staring at that man's wide, doll eyes that hipnotized hers. He couldn't stop watching, it was almost like he was in a trance, as if that was the most beautiful scene he has ever found himself seeing.

Her heart was racing, hands trembling. Worst decision of her life. To open the door, to accept that game, to choose shooting herself instead of breaking the rules...

To have ever met that man.

Fading into pitch black, a flash, a click.

...A laugh?

Yeol reopened her eyes, first thing she visualized was the handsome demon, joyful to welcome her back to life in a near death experience. Her whole body shaked, the colors were more vivid, even the air tasted different.

It was like the whole world vibrated in a different frequence she had just now encountered.

"How do you feel?" He whispered.

"...Powerful." Her velvet voice made him smirk, as she gave him the gun, their hands holding one a other for a while. "1 out of 1." She declared.

"Isn't it thrilling?" He questioned. "To know exactly the moment you're supposed to die."

"You can still kill me." She suggested in the dark. "I have just handed you my chances of survival."

"You are right." He whispered, as she let go of the gun. "Might be the most fool decision you've ever made."

"...Perphaps." She let the word roll out her tongue. "I can think of a couple more ideas that sound equally bad."

He hummed, almost caressing the gun in his hands as his mind worked fastly. "Now you've made me curious."

"Careful, Set." The nickname almost made him jump, his blood ran through his veins, rosed cheeks. "Curiosity killed the cat."

"Imagine having 9 lives...how boring would it be?" He joked, raising the gun to his head. "I'd prefer to to live fast just one. No regrets."

"What would you do with no regrets?"

Silence.

Two people in a dark room, different pasts, possible different or aligned futures. Life itself in that moment was a hanging thread of mystery they could pull and cut it off.

"No regrets...?" He whispered, an ardor occupied his chest, it needed to be freed. "Could you live with no regrets, Yeol?"

"That was not my question."

He smiled. "You're right, silly me." He chuckled. "What would I do with no regrets...ah..."He sighed. "Many things...many, I believe." He looked back at her, watching the exact moment she closed her fists nervous. "Just as shooting this gun one last time. Ready?" He questioned.Yeol took in a deep breath, feeling the whole room dissipate. "Close your pretty eyes for me, please." She immediatly did as he ordered, he could kill her so easily in that moment, she just handed her life on a silver plate for him. "1...2...3..."

Gunshot. Loud, sinister, life ending.

Softness, wetness, warm and invading.

Yeol's ceiling had a  hole caused by the bullet, the gun was thrown across the room, her lips were melting against The Salesman's ones.  Fingers were tangled in her hair, her whole body became fervescent to the sensation,pulling and pushing, tongue tickling in their brief contact, the worst sort of butterlies in her stomach.

"Finally" He breathed out in her mouth, gripping her chin so she wouldn't pull away. "You made me wait way too long for this..."

Yeol pulled away for an instant, his breathles, hot spent image would hunt her mind for years. Eyes sparkling,  almost eating her alive, chest moving heavily, slowly, the soft touch of his thumb stroking her cheek. "You cheated." She whispered as he let out a soft chuckle that made her melt, at that moment it was insanely hard to hate him.

"Upset?" He teased, attemtig to stil feel her kiss while licking his lips. "Our game was just so much fun..."He pulled a hair strand of her hair behind her ear. "...I am not done with you yet"

"What if I'm done with you?"

He grinned. "No you're not." He clicked his tongue. "That's when you mistke yourself, dear...You don't have the choice" He suddenly pushed her with strentgh, making her back hit the floor, before Yeol could process the situation, the Salesmn was encaging her with his body. "You opened the door..now you'll have to take it. Take it like the bitch you are."

Sloppy kisses as Yeol pulled him off the shirt, tracing her fingers through his well scupted abdmen, while The Salsman let out soft moans in ecstasy, her contact seemd to have  supernatural effect on him, she could aready feel the hardness against her crotch area.

"We both know who's the whore here" She bit his lower lip as some sort of cherry, savoring the sensation as he moaned so softy,  almost like a little pet to her desire. "You've planned this since the beginning, haven't you?"

"It wouldn't be corteuous to tell how many times I've imagined fucking in that train station" His hands slid underneath her shirt, Yeol's body shivered, hands so cold yet skilled...same hands he pulled the trigger of that gun moments before, there could even be some powder in them still.

He smirked at her melting reaction to the contant, lowering his head, getting underneath the shirt himself, making Yeol gasp at the sudden tongue circles he traced on her nipples. She tried to pull awa but he forced one of her hands on the floor, her whole body trembled weak by his sucking motions, biting so hard she could bleed.

"Fuck...your asshole." She groaned, unable to believe the current situation of her wet core reacting to his actions.

A low chuckle echoed in the room as he escaped the shirt and removed it completely, their bare bodies brushing as they made out and touched each oyher aggressively, almost attacking eacg other.

In a twist, Yeol flipped him around, his sick grin faltering with surprise as she sat just above his aching heat that grew with each movemeny of her hips.

"Yeol...." He sighed, trying to hide his wish to plead. "...don't play around, you-" A soft sound, whistle through the air, marked left cheek.

Yeol gripped onto the cheeks she had just slapped with her bare hands and watched as his teary eyes proved his amusement to that woman.

"I'm sick and tired of your bullshit." She hissed, his body trembled. "You think you can fuck me?" She mocked. "Your pathetic trash." Yeol continued, his fingers dug into her hips, attempting to pull their middles to brush, create any single frition to his desperate need. "I think I should just kill you instead." She moved two fingers, mimicking a gun to his head. "Create a pretty bullet hole right here, mhm? What do you think?"

Yeol intentionally wiggled her ass against his hardness, making the Salesman whimper. "Fuck..." He trembled. "Fuck...I need you to ride me...ride me"He almost begged. Yeol only laughed. "Fine, I'll just take what I want."

Flipped again, belt put of the way, pants lowered, as he almost ripped her own clothing apart, not even waiting to take off the panties, just pulling them apart as he praticallly slammed into her, invading her juicy folds as they both exhaled heavily.

"You're so tight" He groaned, moving violently inside her, Yeol's nails dug into his back, creating burning red constellations. "Ah...that's it, scratch me with those pretty hands..." It kept him going, the pain itself added to the oxcytocin in his veins. "You're making such a mess on cock, darling"

Yeol could fee sweat rolling down her body as that maniac fucked restless into her, it might've been the most painful and incredible sex of her life, she was so high by that ultraviolence she could see stars in the ceiling.

Even in the kisses they almost suffocated each other, that wasn't love making, that waa a homicide attempt disguised into sex, addicting, gruesome, pleasing.

He sunk his thumb in her mouth, thrusting hard into her with his cock. "Suck it." He ordered, and for the first time actually obeyed, sucking his finger so hard she almost gagged in it.

Hair on his face, her so called rival couldn't stop admiring how she moaned and arched her back to his thrusts, it was almost like his own way to keep him going. He liked it, to watch her both agonize and flatter into his touch, embracing that strange energy between them.

"You're...oh-you're being such a good boy, Set."  She managed to change dynamics without even moving, the Salesman collapsing against her hips at each word, teary eyes as he worked even harder to please her. "You better make me cum" She threatned, as he almost whimpered while fucking her "You want to live, don't you?" She whispered into his ear, making him groan. "You look so pretty when you cry"

The Salesman then chuckled, tear rolling down his cheek as he covered her mouth with one of his hands. "Am I fucking you too hard sweetie? You keep talking nonsense, maybe it's affecting your stupid brain." He pounced into her as an animal, both their bodies were shivering, it wouldn't take too long. "I want you to cum for me." He whispered. "Cum on my cock, come on." He encouraged. "Cum on my cock just like I dreamt about it for so long"

It's like he had pressed a button inside her, pulled some sort of level, that instantly made Yeol cum, squirt on his duck, covering it in a sticky mess that encouraged his own orgasm, painting all her walls white with no regret.

"We're not over yet" He continued fucking, like he would never stop. "This is just the beginning, darling" He stroked her cheek, her face unable to decipher between pure hatred or pleasure. "We have so many games left to play..."