"KEEP SPLASHING WATER ON ME AND I'LL DROWN YOU" His voice was filled with laughter, bubbles of soap raised to the ceilimg, exploding into sparkles of delusional happiness as his arms encaged her, slippery and wet, against the shower's water stream.

The hair was down, pulled back against the currrent, her back cold against the wall, chests rubbing against one another, sharing sloppy wet kisses.

"Now we are just wasting too much water" Haneul whispered, holding his face in her hands, there was a hint of tenderness in her smile, something new.

"Fuck that, we are rich." He muttered, covering any sound of hers with his kisses, hands sliding down slow and sensual "Think we should apply some soap again"

"Is soap a code name for having sex now?" He only smirked, getting on his knees in front of her, the water drops scrolling down his face as his thrist grew further, air escaoed her lungs at the view. "Hyuk..."Soft gasps were covered by the showering sound, hand sinking into his hair.

It has been 2 days since Yeol has been living in his apartment, 2 days. It ea snre, not wishing to kill each other every time, instead only applying it into fucking, watching and stealing gazes across the room.

It was a guilty pleasure to have him available all the time at her disposal.

Starting the day with a shower together, then having breakfast together, and once again getting ready for work was not what neither of them expected to live, but it was nice.

Hyuk was extremely cautious with his appearance, his cologne filled the air before getting ready to leave, probably on purpose to make it unable to leave her clothes.

"Black or blue?" He turned around, holding two ties in his hands.

Third day dressing up together for work, they knew where this could lead up to.

"Hmm..." Haneul thought for a minute, wondering what would fit better. Perphaps anything could fit him, after all, that man was simply an art piece, a hellish crazy one, but still. "Let's see" She approached him, then grabbed the black one, her finger ssliding through the material until she wrapped it around his neck and pulled him close, even his cheeks blushed with a tiny daring smile. "I like this one." She whispered.

"So do I" He replied, drafing mote at her than the tie. Those eyes, thry could mean so much at thr same time, often lust, rage, obsession, but slso tenderness, intensity, even honesty. At that moment, all she wished was to br immersed in them.

Hyuk leaned close, almost reaching for a kiss as she stepped back, walking to the other side of the room with a teasing laugh. His smirk grew wide, a the shadows and shapes of her curves.

That woman was a bitch, the only to match that same level of insanity, vlood and violence he craved so much for, but also he couldn't help but wish for her to remain there, stuck in that little bubble with him, all prepafed for him everyday, waiting every minute, so sweet and tender.

Truth is, Hyuk would buy her anything she wanted, spoil until she'd rot, although he liked to buy what he thought would suit her best, he would pass by stores already imagining how each outfit would look on her. It started as something simple that became a passtime.

At this point he knew what size she was, what colors she liked and didn't, it has been only 2 days, but he could imagine himself picking lacy, decorated but comfortable bras for her forever. Surpriding with jewerly and purses, make her spin in a new dress, watch her smile as she opened a gift box.

And it had been long since Hyuk has been obsessed with something else than his job. Long since he focused on anything else at all. He didn'r have much hobbies except the joy of seeing ithers agonize and singing to his pop songs, but now...now things wete different.

From the moment he met Haneul, previously, Yeol, life was much more than that, and he couldn't just go back to how it ws before.

It was funny to see him that way, almost lightheaded, having his moments of pure seriousness taken away by her kisses. Don't mistake yoursrlf, Hyuk, or better, The Salesman, didn't become soft, and he would kill anyone who would think so, but perphaps he held a special spot in his cold heart, all warmed up hust for her.

"Blazer 1 or 2?" She spinned for him, showing the options, one all jet black and the other grey. Underneath, no shirt or bra to be seen.

"What about nothing?" He teased, smirk across his lips as she rolled her eyes at him. "Fine, the grey one." He tilted his head to the side, trying to adjust the tie. "Highlights your eyes."

Haneul walked closer, her skilfull hands spinning him around as she made that tie her personal quest, adjusting it around his neck, perfectly folded and straight, hanging up as a true business man.

The soft touched and her concentracion entranced him, now he was just internally begging to be tied up by her.

"The recruitment for the game is ending soon." She spoke, breaking the silence. "You're still in second place." A smile blew up on her face.

He sniffed, noticing how satisfied she was by the news. "Gloating yourself?"

"Just saying, if you want pull your magical tricks, now's the time." She pulled him close, by the collar, risky gaze abd soft whispers neeting their mouths. "Besides...you know I like a good competition." She dropped a red kiss on the white shirt, almost as a sign to whoever passed by.

Oh, he enjoyed that, this little banter and fight, the spot marked by the expensive brand lipstick, the way she walked away as if nothing happened.

How to not become obsessed over her? How to not be completely addicted? There were questions that were impossible to be answered, or, that he didn't want an answer for.

"You want a war, Haneul?" He scoffed, pulling her by the wrist, always putting emphasys to her real name, it was so delightning to feel it rolling down his tongue. "You'll have war." He smirked, as he suddenly pushed her on the bed with all his strentgh, her body falling on the sheets, as he violently pulled off the tie and kneeled on the mattress, crawling over her. "For now I just want to rip off that blazer with my teeth"

....

The train station was packed that day, the perfect opportunity to strike bonus scores to that ranking. Ome could think the ranking was only a matter of status, but also a chance to get increased bonus in money, everyone wanted to be the first, to be the winner.

And that was Haneul. Afterglow of rough sex and walking powerfully on her heels across the cold and busy station. There was a dabgerous, almost ominous smile on her face, in an excellent humor, she was even getting catcalled more than usual, and distributing more middle fingers than usual.

Now that was the effect of being incredible both in your work and in bed.

"Oh you lost sir! Show me that face, come on!" She cheered as a psycho, while an old man showed her face to her, as she slapped it hard enough to take his dentures off his mouth. The humiliation only triggered her enthusiasm "Oops. You better get that."

The man bend over to catch the dentures while she analyzed the area, already calculating other potential victims to her goal. At this point she was only ensuring she wouldn't be surprised by the Salesman attempting to increase his score, but besides that, she could already taste victory: it was delicious.

It was true, nothing could take Haneul down that morning, not the weather, not the crowd, simply nothing.

She was unstoppable, unpredictable, never ever seen, she was-

"Recruiter 10." Someone called her, something she wouldn't hear randomly in the street. Haneul stopped for a moment while the old man begged for another game.

Haneul turned around, smile dropping at the sight of a woman slightly older than her, also korean but a bit more tanned, in fashionable revealing clothes that didn't match the current temperatures, curly blonde hair cascading on her shoulders.

"Excuse me?" Haneul pretended not to understand.

"I'm Recruiter 6." She offered her hand to the other shake it, Haneul didn't move. The woman scoffed at her attitude. "Didn't take you as such a convinced person."

She was like a barbie doll, pleasing to the eyes, with a bothering existence that broke apart all she believed in. "Cut the small talk, what do you want?" Haneul hissed, raising her chin as she approached her. "This is my district."

Recruiter 6 looked around, shaking her head, petulantly daring to stand against the first in the rank. Haneul was willing to give her a piece of her mind if she dared bother her further. Last time someone approached her like this in the subway, she ended up in a fight, we could only hope this time it would be different.

"You seem happy, is it because of the rank?" The Recruiter 6 spoke, in an almost mocking tone, eyes trailing her body in mockery, a copy of Regina George dressed in black. "Congratulations." She could feel disgust in those letters.

Haneul's victim, the elderly man, had already left by how long the conversation was taking. "I still don't know why you're still wasting my time." She spoke.

"I was just wondering how you got so fast to the top..." The woman twirled a strand of hrer hair between her fingers, bails sharp and edgy. "Not like you fucked your way to it, right?" She raised an eyebrow.

"What the hell are you talking about?" She was starting to lose her patience.

"Recruiter 3." She suddenly said with a malicious grin. Haneul froze into place. "You're fucking, him aren't you?" She mentioned, with a hint of a laugh. "He's handsome, I admit, but so sick in the head...how many players he offered you?"

It hit her like a slap, poison against her ears, sour to the mention, Haneul felt sick to her core. Never someone, besides Recruiter 3, dared act that way with her. But she couldn't cause a scene, not in front of everyone with a barbie doll everyone eyed as they passed by, it would cause a bad impression and scare others away, besides, she could be a fucking snitch to the organization.

Haneul tried to recompose herself, keeping her best poker face, eyes still deadly, burning on her tanned skin. "I don't know what you're talking about." She smoothly established, as a celebrity doing press conferences.

"Don't lie, dear, it's not a good look on you." Recruiter 6 insisted, now caressing Haneul's hair, her eyes inspected each aspect of her face, almost trying to spot a flaw. "I've been watching the ranks for a while, after your little mission together, you've been sharing players with him, haven't you?" Haneul didn't respond, the woman still continued, almost in a flirty tone, pouting her plumped lips in mockery, the gloss sparkling against the artificial station lights. "I saw you leaving his apartment." She confessed.

Her blood boiled inside, taking a deep breath as interested strangers watched them. Some would even mistake Haneul and the recruiter as a lesbian couple by hoe close they were and by how the woman played with her hair. Truth was, all Haneul wished was to stab her right in the heart, watch thr blood splash in a wonderful spectacle of gore.

"Ecen if what you claim was true..." Haneul finally whispered as a snake, polite and sweet, holding the woman's wrist to stop touching her hair. "No one would belive you" She said with maniac happiness, eyes widen.

The woman chuckled, and some of her madness reflected her own. A mirror. "Are you sure?" She dared, representing now a hidden fear Haneul didn't expect to have. "Want to find out yourself?" She confidently established. "I could just report you both to the organization for breaking the rules. It's a risk you'd have to take."

"I'll kill you before that." Haneul smiled.

"And you'll prove my point right again." She shrugged her shoulders, whispering on her ear, lips briefly touching the flash, almost in a kiss. "I have the video of that club." She muttered, making finally Haneul's stone cold heart break in shock. "You both comitting a carnage then getting freaky in the afterblood bliss." Haneul couldn't speak. The words were stuck on her throat, choking her alive. "I've got to say, it was enjoyable watching it." Her fingers softly traced Haneul's collarbone, as lava burning her skin. "You look good in Victoria's Secret" She teased. Now dropping the flirty façade to a rather monotone of threatning "If you kill me, the video goes out, and everyone will know."

"You wouldn't dare-"

"Trasnfer to me all the players you've gathered so far until midnight" She warned, gripping her chin to face her, lips hovering over hers. "Or you and your little lover will be gone, for good."

With those threats spread in the air, it all happened fastly: Recruiter 6, wih. skilfull and rapid hands, pulled Haneu's chest, the impact strong enough to make her loose balance and stumble back, falling off the train plataform, into the dark and grasy train tracks.

Haneul groaned to her body impact, tearing a part of the blaze apart, scratch on her face by the metal as she looked up the image of the nosferatu-like woman who smiled back at her, walking before anyone could notice what she had done.

"Oh, and Recruiter 10." She looked down at her, already proclaiming herself as a caller of death. "I heard you speaking about your little sister." She smiled. "That trash got what she deserved. Hopefully one day you will too."

Her heart palpitated anxious, her surroundimgs pitch black as the lights of the plataform cried out for her. She tried to stand up, falling back by her nervousism. It has been long since she spot that feeling, perphaps 3 years ago, that was...fear.

No one saw her fall off that plataform, not a single soul to help, all she could do, was get up herself and crawl back to her existence.

Her nails dug and broke against the high plataform's structure, concrete scratching her off as she was trying to climb it. The sound of the train approached in the distance matched the blood pumping in her veins. If she waited any longer, she would be ran over by it.

Adrenaline, fear, anger, all in that sick feeling she lived for, that made her exhale as a sick dog, crawling back to it, thirsty to fulfill it: revenge.

That's when a child, accompanied by her mother, pointed to her, as a monster reaching for the surface. The child screamed, a smore people gathered, all afraid, trying to help her.

No, she would rather die. She would rather get off that pit herself and choke that bitch than accepting she needed help.

No, she would snap that Barbie doll's neck even if that was the last things she'd do. And no train, no track, no one would stop her.

She was dead.

Haneul's body ran over the plataform just before the train's lights could hit her figure. Her body weughtned an anchor as she rolled down on the ground, chest collapsing heavy, the same sigh you give when you've drown in an ocean.

The crowd surrounded her with questions, asking if she was doing fine, already trying to call 911 as she walked away, bare feet and hurt.

Between the helpers, two funny men who looked like small mafia business members ran into her. "I'm sorry, ma'am, do you know this guy?" They showed a picture of a mannequin with a face drawn into a paper attached to it. "He goes around the station-"

"Fuck off." She grabbed her suitcase by the bench just where she left it before and pushed them away with her hands.

As they watched her disappear into the horizon, the youngest one turned to his boss. "Are you sure he said it was a man?" He gazed back at the picture then at the woman walking away "Suit and tie, strange suitcase, looks like a perfect match."

"Gihun said it was a man offering to play games. She's weird, but not the one we look for." The boss replied, as they stared back at the station, where the woman had already disappeared. "Come on, let's keep searching."

...

She had crashing into the apartment, did not waste time and looked for her stuff, searching for a gun, obsessed over fulfilling her desire.

"You're home already?" The apron dressed salesman contemplated her silhouette walking fastly. A smile across his face as the lunch was almost ready. "Haneul?" He asked again, wondering why she didn't anserr. Just then he looked back down at her feet. "Where are your Jimmy Choo's?"

No answer. The Salesman turned off the stove and followed her hushed steps, as now he heard the soft click of a gun bring charged. He stopped. Ears attentive and careful, approaching closely for any future menace lurking in.

When he entered the room, a dèja vu sensation washed over him, as now a gun was aimed to his face.

"Are you on your period?" He teased.

"Did you send her?" She hissed, holding so tight to her gun her knuckles became white. Her eyes were bloodshit, glossy, face scratched and dirty.

"What are you talking about?" He buried his hand in his pockets, squinting his eyes as he saw her tremble in front of her. "What happened to you?" He thought for an instant, smile dropping instantly. "Or better, who did this to you?"

Haneul gulped, teeth grinding already angry enough to pull the trigger. "Tell me." She insisted. "Did you send her to get me?" Her voice was already weak and trembling. "You liar-"

"If you believe I did this, then shoot me." He fearlessly established. "I've made a promise." His tone carried loyalty, honesty. "Now if you choose not to believe me, that's your choice." He sniffed, with a bitter smile. "I wouldn't either."

Yeol pursed her lips, quivering to the imagination of a lifeless apartment caused by his death. The thought of never seeing that annoyingly beautiful presenve that managed to crumble all her defenses.

It would all be over with just one pull on the trigger.

But her hand lowered, and she sobbed, falling on her knees, weak and defeated, hands hurt and bleeding by the crawling earlier, smelling like the grease from the trains.

Hyuk sighed, squating down as he pulled her close, head resting on his chest as she sobbed against it. In that moment, she felt vulnerable, completely at his mercy. And they both knew it, that still, even if a promise was made, there would always bee that single thread, that sparkle of lacking of trust between two broken soul people.

"Who did this?" He asked again, now deadly serious, as she looked up at him, shivering and fragile, shattered in pieces. He stroked her cheek, watching as her eyes closed in pain as he touched a just now discovered injury, a red scratch on her cheek. That awakened something ungodly in him, to watch her in pain not caused by his hands, but another's. "Haneul." He called again, eyes piercing into hers with authority. "Who. Did. This?"

Haneul gripped onto his apron, as a child in need of protection, defenses drstroyed. "...Recruiter 6."

She expected some sort of reaction, maybe even a flashback in his eyes, but instead, he only looked at her. "Who?"

"Recruiter 6, you know, blonde, tanned, gorgeously bitchy?"

He shrugged. "I have no idea of who that is." He raised her from the ground, walking her carefully to the bathroom, washing off her face as she shriked softly in pain. "But I know she won't breathe for too long."

Cleaning off the injury and treating them, the Salesman calmly did all the process without saying a word. Unlike Haneul, he took time to process the situation, and prioritize what mattered first in order to take care of the rest following items of the list.

He rest her on the bed, now sitting side by side, changed her clothes into more comfortable ones, than looked back at her.

"Now you will explain to me everything." He ordered. "Detail by detail, and make sure to not miss anything."

Haneul took a deep breath, embracing his cotton sweater he put on her as she started to speak. "She's one of the lowest ranked recruiters." She explained. "And alledgeadly thinks you've been helping me get in first place."

He scoffed. "Stupid bitch." Hyuk cursed, resting arm around her as she rest her head on his shoulders. "You know I don't want you to win." He imsisted. "And you won't, the rank is not finished yet." Haneul chuckled softly, and just her laugh sent butterflies through his stomach, weird. "What else happened?"

"She knows we have...been meeting each other." Haneul spoke, he didn't change his expression. "Saw me going out of your penthouse...and she claims she has a video of us in the club."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "How delightful, I've been dying to get a tape of us that night." He joked "I want to watch us fucking over and over repteadly-"

"Hyuk." She called him out.

He rolled his eyes. "Fine. She says she has footage, so what? She might be lying." He shrugged again, almost in a way to reassure her. "I want to know how she caused this." He pointed to her injury.

Haneul hesitated to say. "She...pulled me off the train plataform, I fell on the tracks, they are pretty low."

For a minute he didn't say anything, his jaw clenched, facing the wall, as his grip onto her waist became tighter, stronger.

"The tracks you say?" He repeated, and she nodded. "What else?" He didn't react, Haneul wondered what was wrong.

"She...she said my sister got what she deserved."

"How does she know about your sister?"

"She heard us speaking at the club." Hyuk turned silent again. "Recruiter 6 tried to blackmail me by threatning to tell the organization about us if I do not transfer all my players to her by midnight, when the rank closes."

"All your players?" He asked, Haneul nodded. "That means you'd be eliminated." And by eliminated, they all meant excuted.

"...Yeah...all of them."

His thumb brushed her back, as she stared up at him, and he didn't back. Haneul wanted him to react, say something, stand up for her. But maybe she was already expecting too much. They had...a strange relationship, if that was a relationship at all.

Perphaps the intimacy she thought they had reached was already her imagination acting on it, maybe the love was all in her brain, an aftermath by the sex and the adrenaline.

Deep down, she knew this wasn't love, people like them weren't even able to love another person.

In the end, there were merely two corpses apart, two souls apart, who would sooner or later grow apart. Perphaps this was the moment it alk ended after all.

Hyuk raised from his seat, leaving her all alone on the bed, walking towards the door.

"Where are you going?" The door was slammed, leaving her there. She didn't reach back, didn't insist. Only stood there, heart in her hands, and a growing pain on the chest she didn't expect to ever feel.

She hated that man...needed to hate him.

...

It was night already when he came back, not announcing his return, walking into the penthouse with loud noises, throwing stuff on the ground.

Haneul lazily raised from her bed, visualizing the rank and wondering what she would do with her life. She still hasn't reached for Recruiter 6. A conflict stabbed her inside, go down alone, or take Hyuk with her.

Seemed selfish to wish for him to die as well by not even saying sonething about her situation, but dying all alone seemed so miserable as well.

"Haneul." His voice erupted in the sea of silence. "Come here." He ordered.

A complaint crossed her thoughts, but she walked until the liviving room, stopping on her tracks as she spot a figure tied to a chair with chains. Her heart speeded, a mixture of feelings melt her inside.

When he gazed back at her, he spot the happiest woman in the world.

"It's all yours, darling." He grinned, showing a blonde woman tied to the chair, unawake but alive, head down, mouth covered with black tape.

Haneul almost couldn't believe it as she walked closer, watching the gift wrapped life  handed to her. A maniac laugh escaped her lips, almost too excited, as he deligtned himself watching her.

"I can't believe it..."She giggled. "You really...I thought..."

"You're welcome." He interrupted her. "You can thank me by letting me watch it" Haneul nodded in agreement. "Well then, why don't we have some fun?" Hyuk throw pured a glass of water on the woman's head, making her abruptely open her eyes, screams muffled by the tape as she tried to shake, tied up by the chains. "Rise and shine!" He hummed.

Haneul leaned close, observing the fear in Recruiter 6's eyes, there was nothing similar to that sensation, the empowerment over the terror, the control over a life, pure ecstasy.

The Salesman returned with a box of weapons of torture, a grin on his face as he let them free for his lovebird to pick.

"Now, what do we do first?" He asked. "Do you want to cut off a finger?" He suggested, caressing Haneul's shoulders and whispering on her ears. "Slap her face until she bleeds? Burn her nose?"

Haneul turned to him, completely taken away by that man, so intense, so euphoric. Arms wrapped around his neck as she kissed him fully on the lips, trying to show all her grattitude.

When she backed off, watching his glow of excitement, a whisper left her lips "Let's play a game."

He could almost feel himself becoming hard by her words as she turned to the victim on the chair again with delught. Removing the tape.

"You fucking maniacs." She groaned, wet by the water and shivering. "I have the video, you won-"

"You mean the one in this pen drive?" Hyuk showed with a smirk. "Also the only copy, I should've known a dumb bitch like you, who's last on the rank, would have only 1 copy." He clicked his tongue. "Thank you though, Haneul looks so hot in this video, I can't wait to watch it."

Haneul leaned over the woman. "Don't worry, Recruiter 6, we'll still give you a chance" She smiled. "All you have to do, is play our game."

"I'm not playing anything with you, your sadists." She spit on Haneul's face, the liquid trailed down her feautures, as Haneul only closed her eyes not to choke her immediatly.

The Salesman stepped forward, but Haneul raised a hand to stop him, and he did, like an obedient dog.

"We will play Simon Says" Haneul smiled creepily, already far gone. "If you do all our orders, we will free you." She established calmly. "Now if you can't fulfill even one left, you die." The woman shook her head, trying to play difficult but trembling.  "Aw, no, you don't have a choice, dear" Haneul's smile dropped as she backed off, taking the handkerchief her salesman offered her to clean her face. "Let's review the rules." She said, getting two guns from the box, fully charged. "Every command begins with 'simon says', if it's not mentioned, it has no effect." Haneul explained carefully, handing Hyuk one of the guns "If you try to run, you die. If you don't follow the rule, you die." She spoke, getting the key from The Salesman and freeing the blonde. "You try to hurt me or my partner, you die."

"Haneul." He spoke, as she looked at him over his shoulder, in a way to ask if she was sure of her decision.

She only looked back, determined in return, finally taking off the chains, and just when Recruiter 6 was freed, Haneul pointed the gun, touching her forehead.

"Now we are going to play, fairly, unlike some bastards who throw people old train plataforms." Haneul whispered, backing off, already giving a warning. "Stand up, you can't play like that." Recruiter 6 hesitated. "Come on, it's just a little fun, there's no harm, we are all colleagues here, right?"

"Of course. Like an afterwork party to celebrate the rank." Hyuk teased, showing off in his phone the current rank. "Recruiter 10 in first place...Recruiter 3 in second place...oh, wait, where's Recruiter 6?" He made an O with his moth shock. "Oh, silly me, right here at the bottom. Last place."

Shivers of hatred boiling to the surface, the blonde woman stood up, her hurt ego taking over her consciousness, all reasons pushed aside.

"Now that's the spirit" Haneul smiled. "Let's start, shall we?" She thought for a moment. "Simon says, jump!" The woman took a deep breath and jumped. "See? That wasn't so hard. Now take off your shoes." The woman looked at her confused. "Do. it."

The blonde removed her shoes, now barefeet on the floor as Haneul watched, the menacing atmosphere delightned her partner.

Haneul went over the kitchen, then poured out a glass bottle of beer in the sink, walking back with it empty on her hands. Suddenly, in a pull, she crashed it on the ground, the sparkling pieces all over the room, as Recruiter 6 widened her eyes to her.

"Symon says jump again." She grinned.

"What- but I-" The woman looked at the pieces with horror.

"Someone is not following the rules..." Hyuk smirked,  showing off the gun. "Should we remind her again, Haneul?"

A match made in hell.

"No, I-I got it" The woman gulped, as she closed her eyes and walked over the glass, as they sunk into her flesh, tears filling her eyes as she jumped on in pain, muffling sounds to avoid any pleasure from them.

"There you go, that's it." Haneul clapped. "Nuh-uh, Simon says to don't take the pieces from your feet." The woman pierced her lips in pure state of pain, her blood staining the floor."Your turn Hyuk"

He smiled in return, taking off the coat and stretching up the sleeves as he reached for something inside the box, gently taking off a blade sparkling against the low lights of the living room.

"Simon says..."He muttered, kissing his teeth. "Cut your face, just like the scar you gave her."

It seemed personal now, the comment making the woman uneasy as he handed her the weapon but made sure to have the gun on her forehead, waiting for any sort of counter attack.

She looked over at Haneul, with a huge scar across her cheek, then moved the weapon closer to her face, hand trembling as she shrieked, the blade sliding and cutting off the flash, more blood, almost burning against her skin.

"Simon says make 2 more." The Salesman still wasn't satisfied, pointing to the other cheek and the forehead. "Make sure to have an average size that can be seen from afar."

Haneul's heart speeded over the scene, to see him killing and torturing was one thing, but to see him doing it for her? It was driving her insane.

The woman broke into tears, a snow the blood ran across her face with them, three long drops on each part of her face, as the Salesman took the knife from her hands and backed off pleased.

"She's a very good player, look at her go." He teased, now next to his partner again. "Your turn, darling."

Haneul had this tender, soft gaze to him completely enchanted, holding his hand for a moment in appreciation as she gazed back at the blonde, bleeding and crying in front of her.

"Give me the knife, please" She asked, as he attended to her command instantly. Haneul walked over the woman. "Sit down." She obeyed. "Simon says, stand still, you're getting a haircut."

The following moments developed in front of Hyuk's eyes were the darkest spots of Haneul's soul expressed in thin air. Her hands gripping the woman's hair, pulling her head, while cutting off mercilessly the blonde locks, almost ripping them off her skull, often reaching her flesh,  making it bleed.

Blonde strands all over the floor, more sobbings and beggings, whilr Hanurl pulled her head back and forth while cutting off the hair until it was a short, completely flawed surface, similar to when you cut a doll's hair and they stand up.

Haneul leaned close to her ear now, wiping her finger at the woman's tears and landing on her tongue, salty and traumatized, the best flavorn in the world.p

"Who's the trash now?" She whispered against her ear. "You think it's funny to mock a kid who had cancer?" She hissed, gripping on her chin, a violent wave of violence washing over her. "Enjoy it the haircut, bitch."

She abruptley let her go, walking back to Hyuk, as he tried to control himself and not simoly throw himself in her arms. At that moment he was becoming a full whore for that woman, completely desvastated over her dark nature.

"Fucking fantastic."He purred to Haneul, heart eyes all over her. He turned to the blonde, God he was having a blast. "Simon says, burn your hand!" Hyuk volunteered, bringing a lighter and standing just in front of the victim. "Come on, don't be shy, stand your hand."

Recruiter 6 closed her eyes tight, as sheet her hand over the lighter, feeli g it warm up, the smell of her flesh burning as she agonized until he'd take it off. In an instant, the blonde tried to remove her band, but he gripped onto it, the skin red and boilng, as the let a guttural scream escaoe her throat.

"Hyuk." Haneul called. "That's enough." She slowed him down, and just then he stopped, as the woman cried out holding her burnrd hand. "Let's wrap this up." She smiled proudly, kissing his cheek.

The woman in front of them, bleeding, burned, stabbed by glass and cut into pieces, trembled, even if she ever made that shithole alive, she would never be the same, perphaps she'd fund herself, all in the dark, alone, rrewatching the momemts of agony in front of that couple, as they delightned themselves and laughed on her face.

The moment she looked at Haneul's face she regret instantly ever crossinv her path, and that was exactly what her executioner wished for.

"Simon says..."Haneul smiled, out of her mind. "...hold your breath."

"Please..."Recruiter 6 begged. "Let me go, I promise..."

"I'm kerping my promise, just follow the orders and you'll be just fine, you'll be free." She tried to tranquilize her, touching the cut across her face to make her moan in pain. "Now hold your breath until my command."

The woman nodded, as a dog, inhaling deeply before holding it, her chest stopping as she stared at the two. Hyuk stared down at her, an arm wrapped around his partner as they counted like they were watching their favorite sport competition.

"One...two...three..."They counted in synch.

Haneul chuckled at the sight, the woman becoming pale, body trembling when the counting reached 20, dizziness washed over her, hungry lungs screaming for air, heart rate slowly giving up.

"Thrity-five..."Hyuk counted slowly, gun in his hands, sick smile across his features, ready to watch that woman finally die in front of them.

"Simon says, breathe." Haneul suddenly interrupted, as the woman gasped and coughed, already numb and destroyed by the game itself.

Hyuk made a face, annoyed. "Why did you do that?" He complained. "You've ruined it."

"Shh.." She touched his lips to silence him, it took all the strentgh in the world for him not to kiss and suck on them,  his body warming up just for a mere contact. "I got this"

Haneul walked over the woman,  squating on the ground right in front of her, Hyuk behind, attentive, as she offered her the gun in her hands. Recruiter looked at her in shock.

"It's the last command." She grinned. "All you need to do, is shoot your head."

"No....please...no...you said-"

She handed her the gun, insistantly forcing her hand, the one not burned, to aim to her temple, Hyuk remained still in place, in case of anything going wrong. Shivers down Haneul's spine as she saw the woman crumble next to her, sobbing with no tears left.

"I'm sorry...please...I'm sorry!" She begged. "Please...please...I don't want to die..."

Haneul didn't respond, only stared back at her as the woman held the gun in her hands. She knew ut already, knew that if she ever made it alive, there wouldn't be a single day of peace in her existence, not while they existed, not while Haneul's hatred remained still, unable to be forgotten.

Many underestimate the limits of a mad woman, a horrible mistake to make.

"It was fun playing with you, Recruiter 6." Haneul announced. "Too bad, people like you, insects, are of no use after playtime."

"No one wants a broken toy." Hyuk smiled, agreeing.

The woman closed her eyes, hiperventilating, saliva runnung down her mouth, blood dry on her face, crescent pain all over her body, and then, nothing.

Sharp sound echoing through air, darkness.

Head hanging down, gun dropping imto the ground, body almost folding and falling.

"Game over" Hyuk spoke, watching a fellow Recruiter dead in their living roon.

"Indeed, she did not follow the rules." Haneul smirked, completely satistfied, picking up the gun and watching the corpse. "She lost her only chance."

"Did she?" He looked at her confused for a moment, then, finally understanding it. "You didn't mention Simon Says..."

"She did not have to follow my command." Haneul smirked.

"Fuck...you're diabolical." He melt over her quick thinking, cupping her face, admiring the madness in her eyes. "So fucking smart...lethal...wonderful." His praises washed all upon her before they cinnected their lips, hungry, passionate, devoted, all as the blood stains had left their permament marks on the ground. "So well done, darling, spectacular."

"I may have learned with someone." She teased as her gaze softned, holding tight on him as his arms embraced hers. "Thank you." She whispered back.

"Don't thank me yet." Hyuk suddenlys aid. "It's midnight." He announced, holding his phone oyt for her so she could see it. "Take a look yourself."

On the screen, was the rank and thr final positions with the result. Within the differnece of 3 more gathered players, Recruiter 3 stood in first place, Recruiter 10 in second.

She was frozen, eyes widen, as she stared back at the little traitor in front of her. Back on the rank, Recruiter 6, the corpse rotting in the room, had 0 players gathered.

"You transfered her players to you." She mumbled in shock.

"And with a dead useless recruiter, the organization won't come after us." He put back the phone in his pocket, staring back at the annoyed woman in front of her. "What? I told you i'd give you war." He pinched her cheek. "Maybe next time, sweetie."

A well known feeling could be sensed on the back of his head, her gun against him, once again. He laughed.

"I should shoot you for that." She spoke, but there was something different in her tone, something light, and perphaps even...funny. "But that was well done, I'm impressed" She lowered the weapon, giving up. "Besides, I won't ruin our night."

"A gorgeous night" He smirked.

Haneul would still get a bonus after all, not as large as his, but still a great amount for her job, and she got it while the journey granted her so, so much more...All of it right in front of her, dark and twisted eyes, hair falling above them, with arms strong enough to choke the life out of her and give warm embraces of comfort.

"You could've just let it go." She whispered, already too far gone. "Killed her or even bribed...anything to stay out of this. But you still did this...for me." Haneul tried to process "Why?

His thumb stroked her face, leaning close, he stared at her as if she was thr most beautiful constellation at all galaxies, shining brightly just for him. "For someone so smart, you are very stupid sometimes, Haneul." He sniffed, as the softest of smiles crossed his lips. "Can't you see it? These tears are mine, no one gets to make you cry if not me." He pointed. "No one gets to create scars if not me." He added, holding her tight. "Darling, I would kill anyone for you." He promised, as the most romantic and forbidden vow ever heard. "I'd build a pile of bodies and watch them burn in exchange of your smile. Let you torture them all you want if that is what you want." Haneul sighed, taken away by his words. "Just seeing that adorable face made it worth it." He chuckled softly, kissing her forehead. "You're my favorite reason for murder, Haneul."

She smiled, butterflies all around, as well as blood. "My partner in crime" She joked.

"Your partner in crime, forevermore."