"THIS PLACE LOOKS LIKE HELL" Yeol screamed so she could heard within the noise.

"Perfect fit for us then."

It was a club, wide, dark club with lights flickering like fireworks. Zombies to the rythm danced on the center, enjoyers of a drink sat by booths on the sides, the ones looking for lust went to the private rooms upstairs.

"Why are we in a club?" Yeol furrowed her eyebrows. "Last time we were in one, I ended up shooting you."

The Salesman smiled, even if that was a more crowded club, it was still luxurious just as the previous they had the meeting. "Still a great memory." He responded, guiding her through the crowd. "Let's take those seats."

At a velvet booth by the corner, Yeol sat by his side (there were no other options), and watched the crowd shake and celebrate to the sound of the music. The environment was loud and it vibrated stronger than her own heartbeat, it was hard to focus.

"What do you want to drink?" The Salesman asked, manspreading on the seat, that position was like poiaon to her, she'd usually despise men doing it but him...there was something incredibly attractive she couldn't quite figure out.

The illumination was mostly red and blue, and by another corner there were other pole dancers dazzling and light to the whole energy surrounding them.

Yeol had never went to a place like that. Again, she had that tough, untouchable aspect, but was one to usually stay at home after a merciless day of recruiting. Not a big fan of crowds.

"...A Vesper Martini" She replied, her eyes unable to estabilize at a single spot, she was too dazzled and shocked all at once.

The Salesman admired her figure with interest, almost flattered by the small gap on her lips as she watched it all with children's amusement style.

He ordered the drink for her, and continuously watched her image, with a soft smile across his lips. One could almost believe that was the 'love look'.

Yeol wasn't one to believe in that. His tender eyes only made her more uncomfortable. "I still don't know what we're doing here." She complained, looking back at him.

"We're having a date."

"Stop that, we're not." She waved with her hand, almost shoving him away. "Who the hell has a dance while there's strip dancers over there?"

He looked at where she was pointing, then chuckled. "Are you jealous of the dancers, Yeol?"

"M-Me? No! Hell, no"

His hand gripped softly to her chin, making her eyes sink into his,, thumb stroking her skin. "Why would I look at some stupid dancers when you're right here?" He purred, she couldn't answer. "You look so good in this light..." He stroked her cheek, her whole being started to melt under his touch. "...just perfect."

The drinks arrived at the table as he gave a handsome tip to the waiter, noticing how pleased Yeol seemed by her drink, it seeme to have called some of her trembling nerves a bit.

"Better?" He asked, as she nodded silently. "So you're socially awkward, that's cute."

"Shut up." She mumbled.

"Have you ever even went to a party?"

"I never had time for this stupidity." She gazed around, more people screaming in enthusiasm.

"Such a hardworker, so proud."He teased. "When did you become such a workhaolic?"

"When I joined these games."

"And that was...?"

"When I was 16." She looked down, feeling a wave of sadness crash onto her. "When my sister got sick"

He nodded. "Right, the sister...what was her name?"

Yeol looked up at him, at that single moment he didn't seem to hold any malice in his eyes, simoly just trying to talk. Strange, but also...comfortable. It was daring to say she almost liked it.

"Bora." She responded, he listened. " When we managed to discover her ilness, it was already too advanced, years had passed, and just then I realized I needed to work harder to get more money. My part time jobs weren't enough."

"So the answer to your prayers appeared." He suggested.

"Yes, at a random market, holding out an invitation just for me...felt like a miracle."

"Did your paremts question?"

"I never met my father." She shrugged her shoulders. "My mother died when I was young, Bora and I lived at an orphanage." She looked at the lights flickering, remembering it all like it was on a past life. "We used to say it was just us against the world."

The salesman remained in silence, his hand resting next to hers on the bench, almost touching it.

"I'd disappear for a week, I was old already, the nuns wouldn't care." Yeol continued, noticing his fingers begin to join hers intertwine, but she wouldn't back off just yet. "After my first week I couldn't sleep for a month."

"Really? You?" He gazed at her in surprised. "Such a cold killer, I've heard many stories."

"Did you?" She chuckled, his hand was now completely holding hers. So warm, so vulnerable.

"The ghost. Perfect sniper with perfect precision. You're a legend, dear, Yeol." He raised an eyebrow in mockery. "Although you could never supprass me of course."

She laughed, and her laugh was so sweet, so sincere that even he was out of his shell for a moment, wrapped in her presence like in a bubble.

"So your sister started treatment." He said.

"Very late, but yes." The alcohol slid down her throat, bitter but already a  common friend to her. "Bora only had 3 months of treatment. Then, just like that, she died." There was a sudden silence between them, her whole face turned into stone, sadness supprassed by anger. "If I had started the treatment sooner...if I had money sooner...she wouldn't be dead. It wasn't so bad when it started, the doctirs reassured me."

"I'm...very sorry." He tried to speak.

Yeol sighed, asking for another drink as the Salesman started at that woman stuck in the pain of the past.

"Sometimes I dream about him." He said instead, catching her attention. "My father...he would look at me, aware that I am under the mask, unlike it happened, and yell, curse...But I'd still shoot." He looked ahead, almost lost in a void. "Truth is...I had to get rid of him to be truly free." He sighed. "Sometimes you just need to let go of the past...do you understand?"

She shook her head. "It's not that easy."

"Of course it's not." He muttered. "But when I remember him killing my mother over served cold food, then it gets very easy."

Yeol turned pale by the sudden sentence. And he said it so calmly, so casually that it felt surreal.

"Of course your sister wasn't trash like him." He tried to explain. "But these strings, these...chains..."He closed his left fist, his other hand was still attached to hers. "They only push you back when you can do so much more." He looked at her dead in the eyes. "The more you feel, the more you fail."

"Is that what you did?" Yeol questioned. "Become souless? Unable to feel anything?"

He grinned. "Not anything...but all that is inconvinient to me, yes." He tilted his head. "And you're going right down the same road."

Yeol looked down, he was right. Maybe her heart had already begun to dark just like his, maybe half of it was already gone. All the empathy, all the pain, all the love she still cared was attached to Bora.

She was the rest of humanity still inside her. Burying Bora would be burying her old self, burying all life inside her.

In days like these, that seemed the best way to go.

The Salesman looked across the saloon, the song changing to a rather sensual rythm, couples glued to one another in the slow haunting ballad.

"Let's dance." He suddenly said.

"What?" She gasped.

"That's what you've heard." He stood up, pulling her by the hand to join him. "Let's dance, you and me."

"I don't know how to dance" Yeol shook her hesd as she was being dragged to the dance floor.

There she was, floating in that sea of juvenile chaos and hormones while a song by The Weeknd came out of the speakers as thunders in a storm. She was anxious by the crowd, by the pressure, the way that man stared at her with so much hunger, it was an anticipation, fear but also wish to join it all, so new and thrilling.

"Shh...relax." He whispered on her ear, letting her arms fall on his shoulders as he set his hands on her waist. "...focus on me. On us"

It was like a current, a tunnel of vibrations that infected her body as he guided her slowly, eyes staring into hers.

"I don't know if I'm doing this right." She confessed "I look a mess"

"You look fucking stunning" He hissed, raising her chin. "Look at me, I want you to look at me." He ordered, their eyes sparkling against the lights. "You look perfect with me. We look perfect." He reassured. "You're not like them, we are above them. We are gods." His ego flew straight to his brain again, and somehow he was managing to get her high on his stories. "Move for me. Tonight you're just mine." He leaned close, and in a moment of weakness, Yeol let herself be kissed by that demon, he tasted exactly like sin. "Be mine." He pleaded in a whisper.

His fingers traced a pattern across her exposed back, gelid contact to the warmth of her skin, causing shivers down her spine. Oh he wanted to rip that dress of, choke her with those diamond strings while he fucked her, let her spit in his mouth, step over him.

He needed her, in the most sadistic, twisted, and cruel way possible.

Yeol gazed across the room, some gossips of the other people dancing, some side-eyes that made her heart speed.

"Ignore them." He ordered again, voice low and demanding. "They're jealous...these good-for-nothings..." He cursed with disgust. "They see peoppe like us and want to be us...they see you..." He dropped a kiss on her cheek, then down her neck. "...they want to join." His laugh was low, sultry. "Tood bad for them, I've always been selfish as a child with my toys."

Yeol gasped to the contact of his full palm squeezing her ass, it felt vulgar until she spot a couple making out just beside them. But Set was different. He was delicate, but possessive, gentle but aggressive.

No one compared to him.

She wondered if she did manage to kill him before, if she would've missed this. If she would've wished he was alive instead. Never, in her wildest dreams, she had imagined herself in that moment with that man, hands in his hair, her hips swaying in gentle motions, rubbing against his crotch.

"You're mean, Yeol..."He grinned, feeling the burning contact arouse further his desire. "If I could, I'd just fuck you in front of all of them right now."

"You're a pervert, Set." She teased, fingers through his hair, those strands were so soft, she adored them.

He sighed to the contact of her fingers, almost submissive. "Ah...yes, perphaps...perhaps I am..." His hand slowed down to her thigh, until it stopped, finding the silhouette of something that made his cock harden in his pants. "Is that a knife?" Yeol only smirked, guilty. "Fucking hell." He exhaled. "You've brought a knife to our date."

"It's you I'm going out with, I had to be careful." She retorted.

"So reasonable. That's my girl." He said, completely thrilled.

The song dissipated in the background, slowly, fading into black, as more agitated music took over the dance floor. Yeol and Set went back to their seatsx accomodating themselves before he furiously pulled her against him, smashing their lips together, sloppy, wet kisses in a nightclub.

Her while face flushed, body boiling under his hands, ready to be completely ruined.

When suddenly he pulled away, breathless. "I want you to pick two couoles." He mumbled.

"What?" She looked at him completely clueless.

"Pick two couples." He insisted. "Any of them, hurry up."

Yeol looked around the room, so many options until she picked two random pairs, one at the dance floor and other sharing drinks next to the bar.

"Good girl." He snapped his fingers, making a waiter pop quickly, bending over so he could whisper something in his ear thwt he couldn't figure out. At the end of the conversation, the waiter departured, appearently busy, as The Salesman raised from the booth. "Come with me."

"Where to?" She chuckled, still confused.

He rest his hand on her lower waist, guiding her as a hungry gentleman. "Upstairs...where we'll have more privacy."

Yeol bit her lip, anxious enough to already imagine his reaction to her underwear. Stupid, she told herself, a true hipocrite, perphaps she was waiting for this all along, a slut indeed.

"Well then..."She smiled, ready to be devoured by that predator. "...lead the way."

...

It was like a huge living room, with a huge sofa, a coffee table, a fridge and all you can ask with view to the whole dance floor underneath.

Yeol admired the ambience, now far from the crowd, soundproof, feeling her heartbeat stabilize, tranquilized. The Salesman picked that hint immediatly, still holding onto her as he closed the door.

"So, where were we?" He leaned in close.

"You know this a very nice place to cut your throat." She teased, causing a grin on his face, God, making him laugh was addicting  she wished to do it over and over just for a glimpse of that smile.

"I'd like to see you try, darling..."He silenced her with a kiss followed by another, hands exploring her curves as he led her to the comfortable black sofa. "Do you like it here? Is it better?" She nodded sweetly. "There's even a pole here so you can give it a spin."

"Shut up." She chuckled, pushing him only to pull him again, ready to unbutton that shirt as fast as possible.

Through the warm sensations and chemistry their bodies were experiencing, there was a knock on the door, making the Salesman stop, there was some enthusiasm in his expression...something dark.

"Stay here, I'll be back." He fastly picked up the door.

"Wait." She held his wrist, surprising him. She trief to clean with her hand thr corner of his mouth. "There's smudged lipstick all over you."

The Salesman laughed, touching the dirty spot sweetly before dropping her another kiss on the lips. "Leave it where it is." He winked, walking to the door.

That's when she spot it, the waiter from before, and with him 4 people, two men and two women. That's when she recognized, the same people he asked her to randomly "select" before.

Something was wrong.

"Damn, that's room's so cool." One of the guys said. "You see this shit, Shiok?" He told his girlfriend, a slim girl with doll like eyes and long blue dyed hair.

"So, we were...sorted to be here? Like it's a prize?" The girl from the other couple, older than Shiok, almost in her 30s, asked. She was full of piercings, skin tanned, probably of mixed races.

The Salesman looked at them with a fatherly pride in his eyes, too content to finally meet them. Yeol could already feel the storm coming, the rain of blood.

"Not quite, but yes, you were selected for a special game." He responded, and Yeol sighed. "Oh, before I introduce you to the game, this is my partner. Say hi, darling."

Yeol looked blankly at the couples who smiled and waved at her, so happy to be there. "um...Hi." She responded uncomfortable.

Seriously, couldn't he just be normal and fuck her alone? Did he really have to put on a bloody show of murder and gore to jerk off to it?

More staff arrived in the meantime, all bringing 3 chairs in total, gathered together with their backs to one another, so anyone could sit on any of them. They distributed drinks to make the guests more comfortable, as they chattered and laughed with enthusiasm. Yeol on the other hand died in her seat, only watched the horror show develop itself.

"Now that you are all comfortable, are you ready for our game?" The Salesman asked in a nice tone, the couples cheered. "I suppose most of you know the game Musical Chairs."

"Hell yeah, I was the best player in my school" Another guy with glasses said, this one was boyfriend to the girls with piercings.

"In this musical chair you'll compete individually." He reminded them. "The first 2 rounds, no one will be eliminated, the person who is left out will only suffer a penalty, understood?" They agreed. "Good. From the second round to the last, the players will be eliminated, until there is only one. This player will receive 800 thousand won as a prize."

The two couples gasped in ecstasy, a general thrill of joining as they immediatly accepted the offer. Yeol only watched, already visualizing the carnage that would soon consume that room.

They both knew it. As Yeol and the Salesman's gazes met across the room, while he made sure each player would sign an NDA, they knew what was coming.

But she didn't stop him.

"Alright, are you all ready?" He asked as they cheered. "3 Chairs, 4 players, one of you will suffer a penalty...I'll start the music, ready, set...go!"

The salesman turned on the music in a  small DJ device, while the 4 people walked around the chairs, with laughs and chattering, unable to notice the threat in the dark.

"Walk faster, come on, do you want the money or not?" He hyped up the crowd, as they went faster in his command. "You see that?" He whispered to his partner that stood by his side watching. "You give them a treat and they follow your every command." He mocked, observing them as inferior beings.

"You couldn't resist, huh?" Yeol muttered as the 4 continued to walk around dancing. "This is the date idea you have planned all along."

"As if you don't enjoy it too." He smirked, planning his movements. "Next part will be my favorite, give me your knife."

Yeol hesited but removed the blade from the garter underneath her dress, it shined against the club lights, while none of the future victims noticed.

She could have not gave him the knife...but she did.

She could have warned the players...she didn't.

"Now the music will...stop." He grinned, abruptely stopping any sounds.

The players hushed into taking their seats, laughing at the loser, one of the boys, who chuckled annoyed.

"Shiok you better win us that money." He told his gilfriend, who was comfortably sitting in one of the chairs.

"Oh that was close...what's your name?"

"Kim"

"Kim, you almost got it. But don't worry, you won't be eliminated just yet." He tapped his shoulder, making the boy more hopeful. "You'll just suffer a penalty. Easy thing."

He sighed, raising his arms victorious. "Hell yeah, bring it on, my dude."

The Salesman smiled. "That's the spirit...now answer me a quick question, are you right or left handed?"

The boy found the question strange, but still answered, still drunk and joyful. "Right-handed, sir."

"Sir..."The salesman chuckled. "I like that, respect." He nodded. "Follow me, Kim." He led the boy until the small bar's counter. "Now you stand your hand on the counter."

"Ooh, this one of those games you hand me an insect or sone nasty creature?" He thought.

"...Kind of, not quite." He tilted his head. "Now, no matter what, you keep your eyes closed. Got it? Don't take your hand off."

"I gotchu, sir." He responded, closing his eyes.

The other players watched a bit more distant, still in their chairs, Yeol next to the Salesman, holding her breath.

That's when he revealed, to the broad neon light, the blade in his hands, different reactions exploded into the room, and before none of them could speak, a gutural groan crashed into the air, blood splashed on the perfectly polished stone.

"OH MY GOD!" Shiok could be heard screaming. "YOU FUCKING PSYCHO! KIM!!!"

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME???" Kim yelled, groaning in pain as his right thumb now could be seen on the counter, not attached to his hand anymorem It was so much blood, so many sounds. "I'M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU-"

He stopped immediatly, eyes widen in shock as a gun now was pointed to his direction. The Salesman shivered in pleasure, watching as Yeol herself kept a stone face, aiming at innocents.

"Get back to the others. Don't even try it." She ordered.

"You fucking bitch...you fucking bitch he cut my thumb...he cut me..."Kim trembled, sweat dropping from his face as he stumbled back.

His girlfriend hugged him, as the other couple watched the result of that round in horror.

"What are you going to do to us?" The other girl asked.

"You're..." The salesman looked at the NDA's. "Miss Shin, correct?" The girl gulped nodding. "Miss Shin, you know how this works, I've explained it all, you signed a contract. All you have to do is play."

"I don't want to play this!" Shiok interjected. "He's hurt! This isn't a game, it's torture! You didn't warn us!"

"We should call the cops." Shin's boyfriend, Yongsuk suggested. "This is a crime, you're going to jail."

"You signed a contract agreeing with all consequences of the game." The Salesman showed the clear letters on the paper, shrugging his shoulders. "It is not my fault you didn't read it."More complaints, more noise, the storm had started, general panic. "SILENCE!" The Salesman screamed, making even Yeol shake a bit. The 4 people looked at him wide eyed. "You want the money, don't you?" They didn't answer. "One of you will have it...just need to keep playing all the rounds and you will have it. It's simple."

The group gazed at one another nervous, still conflicted, the gun that was held against them also did not help in making things easier.

"You agreed to this." He insisted. "Now there's no turning back. You did this to him." He hissed, pointing the Kim's hand thumbless. The Salesman was wide eyed, sick smile across his lips as he walked back to the music device. "Now I'll play the next song...you better walk, or..."He gazed at Yeol with the gun, making the people fear more. "You already know. Let's begin, 1...2...3...go!"

With sobs and horror, the players continued to walk in circles to the soft melody that now carried macabre meaning. He stood by his partner's side, as always, excited.

"I love when you try to kill me, but protecting me?" He whistled to her, stretching his feet going up and down. "You're getting me fucking hard, sweetie."

"You're nasty, Set." She side eyed, now with a half smile across her face as she watched the couples walk. "Ready for the next round?"

"Always."

The music stopped, in horror, the players rushed to get their seats, the girl, Shin, lost her seat to her own boyfriend.

"Songukk!" She yelled at him, trembling from head to toe. "G-give me your seat" She begged.

The boyfriend pursed his lips, staring as the Salesman walked closer, sweat dropped from the boy's face, holding tight to the chair that brought him safety.

"I...I can't baby, I'm sorry..." He mumbled ashamed.

The Salesman looked back at Yeol, making a funny astonished face in fake surprise as he approached the girl.

"Miss Shin?" He asked, as the girl sobbed uncontrollably. "Come on, Miss Shin, rules are rules."

Tears rolled down her cheeks, snorting as she looked horrified at the knife in his hands. The Salesman looked down her purse she held onto, a night sky with stairs.

"Is that the Starry Nighy by Van Gogh?" He asked. The girl nodded, nervous. "Do you like Van Gogh's paintings?"

"Y-Yes sir..."She nodded. "He's my favorite."

"He was great, wasn't he?" He asked in a smug tone. "Wasn't he also the one who had his eat cut off?" The girl froze. "I have an idea." He snapped his fingers in an ominous enthusiasm. "How about we pay homage to your favorite artist?"

"No...no, please sir- I-I'll do anything-"

"I recommend you to stay still." He ignored, pulling the girl by the hair and slamming her head against the counter as she groaned. The other participants begged for him to stop. "It would be a shame if I ended up stabbing something else."

A swift wet sound covered the screams, blood splashed on the Salesman's face, red dots matching his crimson hands. The girl sobbed, completely wasted in her own tears and the blood that covered the left side of her face.

He held it in his hands, as a small achievement, a trophie he miraculously obtained, a toy in a claw machine, smiling ear to ear. The ear of a person at the wrong place and wrong time.

"Shh....relax...you still have a chance in the game." He encouraged, handing her some tissues just as he did to the thumb boy. "Now get back to the others."

The Salesman let the ear on the counter, next to the thumb, both drying into the atmosphere, as their owners begged for their lives.

The players, all standing and trembling, waited for the next orders.

"Please...let us go...please!"Shiok begged, almost on her knees. "He needs medical help." She pointed to her boyfriend, whose tissue was now completely red. "He could get an infection or worse"

"I'll make sure to finish the game before that happens, do not worry." The salesman responded, putting the knife un his pocket, trying to clean some blood in his hands. "Now, congratulations, we have officially entered the game. We'll be fast now, so be careful and watchful." He recommended.

The music started again, players in panic as they continued, one after another, blood dripping on the ground, as the duo watched their personal hell become insufferable to the guests.

"Shin, I'm sorry-"

"Fuck off Songuk." The ear lacking girl groaned to her boyfriend. "If we make out of this alive, I never want to see you again. We're over."

Yeol looked back at the Salesman, who seemed extremely excited for the next step, a malicious grin in his face as he carefully crept in, intertwining his fingers to her right hand.

"Next one is all yours." He whispered in her ear, lips touching softly the skin on purpose. "I want to see you shine."

One, two more spins around the chair, until the music stopped. The dilemma, the war, the drama. Shiok sat in a chair fastly, taking Shin's hand and helping her immediatly, an act of kindness within the survival.

There were only Songuk and Kim left, 1 chair remaining, and before Songuk could in fact take it, Kim pushed him with all the strentgh in his body, making the boy fall on the ground while he sat on the chair.

"And, the third round is over." The Salesman announced, as Songuk widened his eyes to him. "Tsk. You said you were good at this, Mr.Songuk where's your's skill?" He mocked.

The boy's glasses were across the room, his bodu trembled already knowing what was next...or actually not.

"W-wait, sir, please-"

"Doll." He looked above his shoulder to Yeol. "He's all yours."

Yeol walked forward, now just in front of the boy, next to her partner. The victim still on the ground as she aimed the gun to his head.

"NO, PLEASE!"

Fast, loud, unable to be stopped.

The bullet crossed his brain, splashing blood everywhere, as the Salesman lost his breath to Yeol's mystic, discrete Monalisa smile underneath that serious façade.

High pitched screams of the girls e scratched the surface of madness, whule the game reached its' most lethal point.

"One player is officially eliminated. Get up from your seats please." The Salesman ordered, as he snapped one finger to a staff come and take one of the chairs, now only remaining two. "Next round we'll have three players and two chairs."

"Wait...if we continue like that, only one of us we'll come out of this alive" Kim mumbled in shock.

The Salesman chuckled as if he was stupid. "And what have I told you since the beginning?" He raised one eyebrow. "Only 1 winner. 1 prize. 1 survivor."

"No..we can't do this." Shiok shaked her head. "Please, let us go-"

"Enough of this." Yeol now demanded. "Get back on track." The coldness and gore possessed her, she turned to the Salesman. "Start it."

"NOoo, please!" Shin cried out loud.

The song continued as the three pratically dragged themselves walking in circles. The one most affected by now was Shin.

Dizzy and weak by the blood dripping from her ear, horrified by her boyfriend's death and his body just nezt to them, she felt her strentgh starting to fade away, laving her body at each step.

Everything spinned, nostrils filled with the smell of death. Her life seemed to flash before her eyes, from a kid to now, what did she do to deserve this? Was her existance so miserable to end this way?

In a moment of distraction, she slipped on the red liquid on the floor, meeting the souless eyes of the dead Songukon the ground. Her knees were hurt by the fall, and she barely had time to stand uo and find a seat when the music stopped.

When the lifetaker approached her, she only closed her eyes, embracing destiny, as Shiok screamed in panic in the background.

Sound breaking the atmosphere, as the dead body of Shin now lied next to her ex-boyfriend. Two souls taken by that game in the same night.

The Salesman felt his whole body warm to the deaths that happened. Each time Yeol pulled the trigger he squirmed, holding out a moan. A slut, as she'd call him.

"The final round." He announced with pleasure, as one of the chairs was put at the end of the hallway. "In this round, only 1 of you will survive." He explained. "You will spin in this initial chair, and, when the song stops, you'll run to the one across the room. Whoever sits first, wins."

"I can't do this" Shiok begun to have a panic attack. "I...I can't compete against you, no."

"Shiok listen." Kim held her face with his hand. "We don't have a choice" She refused. "I will let you win, okay? You will win and get out of this."

"No, please-"

"Do it for me. Live for me." He begged, kissing the top of her forehead with tenderness. "I love you, baby"

"I love you"

Someone clearing their throat ended the heartfelt moment. The Salesman looked at them, bothered. "Can we begin now?" They nodded. "Good. Let's start, 1...2...3...go!"

The two walked around the chairs in a slow rythm, it was already decided, they knew the upcoming result. The Salesman stood behind Yeol, massaging her shoulders as his eyes sparkled to the scene that would develop.

Soon enough the music was stopped, and the two did not move.

"Shiok, go!" Kim yelled to her.

"I can't leave you!" She insisted.

"Someone has to sit." The Salesman teased.

"Shiok, go, now." Kim demanded. "I beg you."

With a heavy heart and steps, Shiok prayically crawled to her seat at the end of the hallway, feeling an anchor on her back as she finally assumed her throne as the winner of that diabolical event.

With a fast shooting and no ceremony, Kim was shot in the head, and Shiok sobbed uncontrollably om her seat.

Three bodies on the ground, blood staining the floor, as a girl cried consistently.

"Now that was a stellar performance, darling." The Salesman kissed Yeol's cheek.

"We make an awfully good team when we try to." She smiled, handing him the gun.

A wet noise interrupted the celebration, as they watched Shiok, completely sick to the core, vomit on herself, traumatized by the events. A common human reaction, after all she was surrounded by dead corpses, including a loved one, and now two criminals in front of her.

"Ugh that's disgusting." The Salesman made a face, picking up the gun, and just as that, the winner was gone. The trigger was pulled, and there was nothing left than silence and another body added to the count on the floor.

"Set." Yeol called him out. "She had won the game."

"I know, but did you see that? That fucking disgusting bitch..."He looked at the scene, finding it ao gross he could narely stare at it. "She's trash anyway, Yeol. All of them, look." He pointed out,showing the bodies. "Look at what we've made."

Yeol haf this amused glint in her eye, something so machiavellian that matched his energy. "We killed them." She smiled. "The rats are gone."

"Fuck yes, we did." He moaned, pulling her close, as their lips collapsed into another wet kiss., hands tangling in his hair, his own exploring her curves. "You've been edging me the whole night, I can't wait to fuck you." He sighed over her lips, squeezing her breasts.

Her back met the wall, cold contact shivering down her spine as the two maniacs made out in a blood smelling room, unable to contain themselves.  His erection rubbed against her crotch intently, fervent and hard, like The Salesman could combust at any moment.

The kisses trailed down her neck, collarbone and just now reached over her breasts, leaving love bitea all over, painfully sweet. "We should do this more often." She moanded to the contact.

"Fuck or kill?" He whispered.

"Both." She giggled as he stole another kiss. When staring at those devilish eyes it was almost impossible not to lust over them. "I might need you to do it right now"

"Oh, that's not a problem at all." He unbottuned the pants, freeing his hard cock aching for her entrance. "I'll just have to do it against this wall right now." He whispered, smashing her body against the wall. "Open wide for me, sweetie." He teased, and then moaned as his fingers found the wet texture of the lacy panties. "Looks like someone did wear my gift..." He grinned as she chuckled looking away guilty. "Today you we deserved this...on fact, you earned this."

"Oh-fuck-" Yeol groaned as he entered her with no warning, the whole size squeezing inside her.

One thrust after another, deliciously dangerous, his face still with dry blood dots, crimson hands as he thrusted restlessly against the wall.

"Do you see them?" He groaned, still moving his hips, slamming them against hers. "See what we've done?"

"Mhmm" She moaned in agreemnt, holding tight.

"You're so hot when you're killing, so fucking pretty...." He breathed out against her ear. "I could watch it forever."

"And I like your little games" She teased back,  making him thrust even better. Behind him, the carnage mess remained there, a souvenir of gore. "I like it when you take charge like this..."

"You're making me crazy tonight, Yeol." He chuckled, kissing her on the lips in such a tender way, even the way they stared at each other way softer, almost...something. "I'm so proud of you" He whispered, her whole body jittery to the sound. "So, so proud of my lady..."

The fuckong was so hard it could almost be painful, which only added to their stamina. Temperature increased like an oven, claws touching and exploring, the wet sound of their contact over and over, addicting, unstoppable.

Until there was a climax, a wave of pleasure at the same time, with gutural groans and intense attachment to each other's bodies, almost crashing on the floor.

"That was so good... you feel so fucking good everytime." He whispered against her ear. "I just can't get enough." Yeol's flushed face by the afterglow was even more sensual, highlightning his desire. Fuck the rules for tonight, they weren't over. "Fix yourself, we're going to my place."