Chapter 70: A Prisoner of His will and to One's own desire.
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A/N: hi I'm not dead.
Since everyone's impatient, let's cut straight to the chapter. The A/N is at the end of the chapter
CONTENT WARNING
this chapter contains following themes so please read/avoid with caution if you can't stomach it.
• Dubcon<>noncon<>dubcon [it's a limbo back and forth]
• Rape||non con elements
• Blood
• Torture
• Coercion
• Emeto||vomit
• Gore
• Murder
• Mutilation
• Exhibitionism
• Voyerism
• Hunting
• Sexual abuse
• Mindbreak
• Inappropriate use of healing/drugging
• Inappropriate use of blood as lube
• Usage of effeminate/breeding terms
• Bodily harm
• Mental torture
• Violence
• Cannibalism mention
• Horror
• Monster/fucking¿
• The Devil is a psychotic narcissistic freak who does terrible terrible things in this chapter.
• Detective Kim needs a break AND a BIG hug.
||reminder: this is a work of fiction. I do not pin the characters in this work to the real people whose names I've borrowed for this book. None of this is real whatsoever||
Do not take the tags lightly. I mean it.
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Taehyung recoils sharply, landing back on his elbows. He stares up at the taller man in pure disbelief.
His heart hammers away in his chest.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
It's so loud that he can almost hear it in his ears.
Constant. Chilling.
"Did you not hear my words?" The Devil croons and Taehyung feels a cold sweat trickle down his spine.
"I said. Get. on. your. knees." He punches out each word with every step he takes forward and Taehyung helplessly backs away.
Taehyung struggles, the sleeves of his robe are slippery against the wooden floor and no attempt seemed to help him put distance between himself and the prowling Devil.
Taehyung yelps when the latter drags him back down by his ankle. A hand clasps him by the throat, not crushing— but it's mere presence makes his feet run cold.
"Where do you think you're going? There's nowhere you can run. Nowhere you can hide" the Devil snarls into his ear, the warmth of his rather large body descending between Taehyung's legs.
"No no wait please pl— ." Taehyung bites out, panicking
The Devil leans back at that, his red irises are deep and his expression doesn't seem all that good.
Taehyung shudders under his captor.
"Begging already? That's good. Atleast you're mouth's good for something." The Devil cajoles with a scoff– the sound of it, grating a part of Taehyung's soul. Leaving no more seconds idle, the Devil's hands force his jaw open to reveal his smooth column of his neck that now possessed fresh welts of handprints.
Taehyung yelps out in pain, feeling the pressure worsen and his free hand flies up to dig into the ceramic smooth hand that was strangling him.
Blood draws, leaving crescent marks yet the Devil doesn't move, clearly unaffected.
"I'm in an awful mood right now. Either you get on your knees or I break your face and use you as I please. The choice is yours"
Taehyung's fingers slacken at the words, terrified beyond measure.
His ears are ringing faintly, there's drool on his lips that slathers down his chin quite messily.
This can't be happening.
He thinks.
The handmaidens have seemed to make themselves scarce.
Jimin has left him behind.
He's all alone.
He's always left alone.
He settles on his knees like a doll with loose strings, dazed– he can't look up at him. He won't look up at him ... looking up would confirm that his horror, his reality, carried the face of the one person he loved.
He doesn't want it to be real.
Taehyung stares at the hems of the fluttering black robes instead.
He doesn't want this to be real.
And the cruel voice shatters it.
"Get on with it."
Taehyung thinks. If he closes his eyes... he can pretend it's the Jungkook he knows.
If it's the Jungkook he knows... perhaps he could... perhaps he can...
A hand lands on his hair that pulls him by his scalp, slamming his face against a hard-muscled thigh.
The dull ache in his head shoots up again and he winces in pain. Something trickles down his nostril and it tastes like blood on his lips.
His fingers tremble.
This can't be happening.
He feels something splintering in his chest . It hurts.
It hurts.
And then he's shoved aside, his body limply flopping to the floor.
The Devil walks over his body and Taehyung feels trepidation pool into him.
"How unsightly... how annoying." The Devil mutters, and the air grows heavy.
Taehyung is too scared to move a finger.
I'm going to die.
I'm going to die.
Jungkook will kill me.
"Nothing is going right– I need to kill them-kill him... that's it. That should fix it, shouldn't it?" He keeps talking, seemingly to himself. Taehyung grits his teeth, the cogs in his mind running overtime.
"Say mortal... how is it that you'd like to watch Jimin die?"
The words strike Taehyung like an icicle down his throat.
He looks up, his eyes wide and finds the Devil watching him intensely, calculating every breath he takes. He peers down his long lashes, his stature lofty seated on the edge of the bed.
Taehyung feels insignificant before those eyes, but even more so it infuriates him.
To be subjected down to his knees against his will, to be reduced to a mere damsel, a whore...
"So you can make that face." The Devil crudely comments, amused, "even after he attempts to kill you— you'd shed tears for him, how pathetic... tell me, would you thank me if I were to rip your heart out right now?"
"Would you be excited if I were to pull out your guts and devour them?"
Taehyung is speechless, his lips tremble in betrayal and fear.
"Why... why are you doing this? Why are you doing this to me?" Words come out of Taehyung's mouth like a helpless whisper.
"That's a funny question. Did you think this King jested when he left with a promise to return to collect his prize?"
His prize...
Taehyung can only stare in pure disbelief.
"Seeing how you love giving up your life for others... tell me now, would you save yourself... or would you save Jimin, the one who sold you off to me as a prize, the one who then brought a blade to gut you, the one who in all betrayed you?"
You'll have to endure... you have to survive.
Were those words of someone who betrayed him? Of somebody who wanted to kill him?
I'm sorry.
Was that Jimin? Were those his words?
Were those lies?
The stars on his name felt worthless. Detective Kim Taehyung, no longer existed.
In a world where he should be running with his head, was long dead.
Taehyung feels weak as the overwhelming pressure spikes in the air; even more so, it cannot compare to the despair in his heart.
He feels hollow throughout.
Wordlessly, he stands up and walks over to the man who was seated on the bed.
And Taehyung drops to his knees.
He does not speak, as he draws his trembling hands over the robes, pawing it apart to free the Devil of his materialistic restriction.
Taehyung pauses, as his eyes take in the sight before him— dark tufts of unruly hair grace him first. Something that was never on the body he had memorized, yet there it was trickling around his thick, throbbing cock. It's presence much bigger against Taehyung's own palm as he takes him in his hand.
It's huge. It's warm.
Taehyung clenches his eyes shut and leans in.
This is what I want
He chants to himself.
He licks the tip, almost tentatively— the taste is... bitter, the scent even more profound that makes his nose wrinkle in disgust.
He's not heard a word from the owner of the cock in his hands and Taehyung feels its a mercy of some kind, even so he cannot stall to put his patience to a test anymore, he knows— the man has none.
He wraps his lips around the head and sucks it, unsure
He's never blown anyone before— and yet, with his eyes closed he takes the Devil in his mouth, he can only picture of the times when the man had knelt before him, taking him in tenderly with his tongue wrapped around his length.
It's the same thing, he thinks.
It's just returning a favour, he consoles himself and the thought itself stings Taehyung.
He bobs his head experimentally, taking more and more of the Devil down his throat and of what he can't reach, just yet he puts his hands to use.
It's suffocating and warm, his jaw stinging with each stroke.
He's big.
Bigger than Taehyung remembers. Nothing was the same. From his behaviour, to his strength, his body, his stature, his cruelty.
It's uncomfortable.
He feels up the thick ridge of a vein on the flat of his tongue as he hollows his cheeks, trying to hasten the climax– all in vain, as he begins to tip lower on the floor being slowly pushed down, his knees slipping further apart flat against the solid ground.
Taehyung's feels his jaw burn. It's too much, yet the Devil doesn't stop— pushing himself into his mouth.
Taehyung's eyes start to water when he feels the tip reach out to the back of his throat.
His hands scramble to hold onto the man's thighs, in hopes of pushing himself off but a firm hand on the back of his head, keeps him locked in place.
The Devil instead sneers in delight, looking down at him.
His eyes are full blown in a crazed delight and his lips upturned with ill-concealed amusement. His face flushed pale pink, like he was running faint fever– and the sight of what seemed to be pure animalistic arousal, albeit familiar, had something strange stirring in Taehyung's own deceiving mind as he gazed up the man.
"So you can make this face too" the Devil chuckles in his flushed state, he licks his lips in anticipation while his teeth sink onto the bottom of his lip, as if scrutinizing ways to pick the mortal apart. He grins and without any given warning, he wildly thrusts into Taehyung's mouth.
Taehyung's eyes bulges, tears escaping his eyes while his bleeding nose is pinned against the man's pelvis, to breathe into the scent of his wild patch. The punch down his throat elicits his gag reflex, his hands instantly fly to grapple at the Devil's thighs, begging for mercy.
He's pulled off in time only for the merciless onslaught to return.
In and out.
Each jab felt like his throat being punctured.
His cries out in defiance and the Devil only returns a delirious growl of pleasure, his head tipped up while he plows down, fucking his throat like a fleshlight at his disposal.
He slams his hands at the man's calves, feeling bile shoot up and is immediately gripped by his throat.
"If you throw up on my dick I'm going to behead you."
Taehyung thrashes, despite fearful of those piercing furious eyes that bore down at him, setting his spine alight.
It's not something he can hold back.
Another click of his tongue and he's roughly pulled off the cock.
Taehyung bends over onto the floor and begins to retch, throwing up his guts on the pristine floors
He coughs and wheezes, the putrid stench of his bile burning his throat and nostrils.
He hacks another cough, short of breath that is immediately reduced to choked wheezing.
It burns.
His fingers curl into fists.
A bare foot descends next to his face that slips between the crook of his neck. Cradling his chin with the shackle of his feet, the Devil pushes him back upright.
"What a pathetic performance... this test is simply disappointing through and through"
Taehyung doesn't respond, watching the foot infront of his face that slowly recedes.
"I've not finished yet. Get over here." The Devil slurs. It's not a request, but a demand and Taehyung weakly crawls forward.
The horrible sensation stirs in his stomach, looking at the glistening erection before his eyes— rigid and stiff. It's flushed red-pink at its tip, almost threatening. His balls rest heavily, supporting the weight of his cock on top.
It should be of no surprise the Devil walked out taller than he was, amassing closer to 7-8ft in his form would have any less of a weapon for a penis.
Taehyung is beyond distraught, thinking how things would go terribly if the Devil's interest exceeds of what it is now.
He can only hope this torture ends with his life being spared.
His face stops by a hair's breadth, a hand clasped harshly at his chin.
"That's enough– your mouth is useless." The Devil sighs exasperatedly, while he takes ahold of his girth and then he nudges it down across the mortal's cheek with faint taps "disappointing all over..."
Taehyung grits his teeth, pursing his lips tight shut.
He tries closing his eyes but the punishing grip at his chin spikes everytime he attempts to do so— forcing him to watch the Devil stroke his monstrous length rhythmically. The precum continues to dribble messily down his cheeks, seeping down into the corners of his lips.
Taehyung cringes, feeling dirty all over.
Yet he's not allowed to look away— he's made to watch himself be defiled.
This... is for His entertainment.
The Devil exhales heavily, as he faps dutifully slathering all of his fluids over Taehyung's cheeks. Creamy white beads roll down to his chin steadily and Taehyung can do naught, but wrinkle his nose and purse his lips shut.
The scent is strong, overpowering the residual stench of his own bile from the back of his throat.
The pain in his head throbs a notch higher and he winces, tilting his jaw to ease the cramp and the Devil gives a throaty groan.
"Yeah... that's it..." he mumbles dazedly looking down at him with hooded eyes.
Taehyung shudders under the intensity of his gaze, his resolve slowly crumbling.
This is the face of the man he loves.
Even if his grip was bruising, his actions unlawful—
Taehyung's lips let out a faint whimper and the Devil is instantly onto him "do you like this mortal? Do you like this view?"
Taehyung schools his expression quickly, he then frowns gritting his teeth.
"No— no I don't–"
"Oh.. is that so?" The Devil mocks with a devious smile on his lips. He twirls his fingers in the air and the black mist at his command, immediately seizes up Taehyung, restraining his movement.
Taehyung panics, struggling against his bindings "let go of me!"
The Devil only chuckles, tapping the tip of his head on Taehyung's glistening cheek "how hopeful... this is quite the view afterall now— such poor skills, but this King is generous enough to teach you. Now open your mouth."
Taehyung doesn't give in, not immediately but as his restraints begin to tighten around his limbs he lets out a gasp in pain and his lips are instantly pried open by traitorous hands, the heavy cock descending his throat once more.
Taehyung's throat warbles in a weak protest against the suffocating invasion.
The hand that rests behind the back of his head slowly pushes him up to take more of the man in his mouth. His eyes break into tears, staring up at the Devil who watches him earnestly, his crimson irises blazing bright.
"Is it so good that you're driven to tears now?" He huffs a lazy smile, his idle hand nudging away stray tears from the corners of his eyes.
Taehyung contemplates biting it off.
He doesn't.
"Pull your lips closer– tighten your jaw mmh that's it... use your tongue just like that—"
Taehyung has no choice but to do as instructed, increasing the pressure on his lips, sucking earnestly. He knows he cannot afford to deepthroat again given to his raging gag reflex and simply prays that this mediocre job would be enough to bring the man to his climax.
But much to his terror, the Devil keeps slowly pushing him into taking more inches into his throat.
Taehyung desperately eyes the man who grunts in pleasure, the pace fastening and Taehyung feels his jaw cramp up oncemore.
A hand cups his cheek and Taehyung's heart twists uncomfortably. The gesture although gentle, stabbing him.
This is not him.
This is him.
Conflicting thoughts wage a war in his mind.
He look at the Devil who peers down at him with blazing red irises, his lush lips splayed open.
"To think I would be reduced to do this but not have had you down on your knees on the first sight... how funny really. Aghh mmm- you were born to take this King in your mouth Detective Kim, just admit it..." he grunts in pleasure
He rocks his hips down, rather harshly in comparison and Taehyung's eyes widen in panic, a muffled yelp vibrates in his throat that houses the Devil's cock.
"You will take me."
White threads run out of the man's hands that disappear behind Taehyung's skin and in an instant, the throbbing pain in every inch of his body is disintegrated.
Like a placebo to his disease.
The cramp in his jaw is gone, as has the terrifying sensation of throwing up.
It feels like anesthesia.
Like a drug in his veins.
His lips meet the man's pelvis with no restriction, deepthroating all of him at once.
Taehyung cannot move his eyes away, watching the man moan out in pleasure and the sight itself, no matter how messed up it was— makes his own blood run hot.
Taehyung unbeknownst to himself weasels out a muffled moan, like fuel to the fire. Heavy thrusts descend into his mouth and in a matter of few more seconds, thick fluid splatters down his throat. Even if this should have made him hurl his guts in disgust— he simply doesn't.
His lips are rubbed red and raw, as the Devil pulls himself out.
The man peers down at him, a hint of a smile on his lips as he pants heavily.
"See? Not that hard is it? I told you... you were born for this King." The Devil cajoles, tucking Taehyung's hair behind his ears, pulling his hands away "Ahh that's a good look..." he pauses, as Taehyung slowly realizes what transpired.
"You— you!— what did you–"
The Devil laughs at that and with a blink of an eye he swoops ahead. He embraces the mortal, kissing him passionately.
Taehyung whimpers, being hit by a rush of conflicting emotions.
This was not right. Everything that happened is not what he had on his mind.
So why does it have to feel good?
Why does it feel good?
He opens his eyes and it feels like one of his many dreams.
It's no different.
Jungkook kisses him like a man starved of air.
Jungkook kisses him like he means it.
Jungkook kisses him like a lover.
Taehyung cries silently, feeling drained. To be threatened into sex, is something he can't wrap his mind around just yet— the fact that he of all was coerced was humiliating enough for him.
So he lets it happen, he thinks, if it's of his will— he can pretend. To pretend for as long as possible until he escapes the nightmare so he lets his restraints turn to dust. He grapples onto the Devil's robes, kissing him deeper.
As long as he convinces himself he is in control of the act, the lesser it would seem like something was forcefully taken from him. The lesser it would damage his pride. The lesser it would hurt his heart.
Their tongues clash in a battle, their teeth clack against each other.
The Devil doesn't seem to care he can taste himself off the man's mouth and Taehyung's spine arches off the ground, the tasteful burn smothering his senses.
It's too warm... hotter..
Broad palms slip past his thin robes and attaches itself to the skin of his waist, branding his flesh and bones.
The Devil slowly pulls away from his face and Taehyung's blurred eyes can't pin his thoughts onto what expression the man was making, his gaze fixated on his glistening lips instead, that had a string of saliva connected to his own.
Dazed, he watches light splinter through it.
"How precious..."
The tone is painfully familiar...
Taehyung lifts his gaze to meet the Devil's, his pupils dilated having swallowed the red of his irises leaving only thin crimson crescents behind.
"... Jungkook.." he mumbles, like a bad habit he cannot rid himself off.
The Devil doesn't seize him with claws for the offense— although his face does contort into ill-concelaed annoyance. He scoffs, grinning sharply and his right hand moves up to cradle Taehyung's nape.
"You never learn.. do you?" He whispers, his breath warm.
Taehyung's bruised lips quiver.
Jungkook...
Wordlessly, he's picked up in those strong arms and manhandled into straddling the Devil— his back plastered to Jungkook's chest.
Taehyung stiffens reflexively, despite fully clothed sensing the throbbing naked flesh against the small of his back.
He lets out a startled gasp, feeling the hands once more sink through the parting of his robe and run across his bare skin.
"Please—! Wait! Wait—" Taehyung cries out, grabbing onto Jungkook's wrists.
A hiss breaks into air.
"Shhhhhhh"
Taehyung bites his tongue, fear paralyzing him.
He cannot see the man's face, but he can feel his breath over his shoulder and every inch in Taehyung's body screamed at the looming danger.
Like a prey who cannot hide from its predator in thin grass.
Taehyung trembles in silence.
This is what he chose to stay with.
This is what he chose to love.
You have to survive.
Taehyung shuts his eyes.
A thin sound of blade, followed by fabric tearing apart– Taehyung's back is exposed to cool air whilst his robes come undone.
A long wet stripe descents his nape, lips pressing into his skin.
"You have pleased me before, why do you so tremble now?" The Devil hums, running his fingers, to completely pull off the robes off Taehyung.
Taehyung stares in horror, watching those hands take his semi erection in them, fondling him into giving into his pleasure.
"You are but made of flesh... there is no pretending denial before my eyes son of Sinner..." the Devil breathes into his ear "don't you love this?"
Taehyung seizes up, feeling his blood prickle in his veins like bubbling lava. His lips quiver, his throat itching to bite out a reply.
Something about the words in the question itself makes Taehyung break into cold sweat— it's like reliving his worst nightmares.
His teeth sink into his lips, drawing out blood to resist the psychic magic that pushed and pulled against his flesh
"Won't you tell me hm? After all I've been so generous..." Jungkook breaths against his rather cool skin
He cannot bring himself to answer– fearing his traitorous tongue would roll out into submission.
He cannot– for he could suddenly feel those pale cold hands roughly plunge him underwater, demand him of obedience and sanctity.
Taehyung feels the urge to throw up once again.
This is not what I want.
This is not what I want!! Please!!
This is not him!
Taehyung gasps, at the intrusion against his taint— two fingers pushing past the rim dry.
Taehyung lurches, trying to fight his way out as his brain begins to hammer an alarm though his entire being.
"Jungkook please—!" He cries out for help almost instinctively. The name comes easy to him.
Except, his savior was his tormentor now.
His most beloved dream, a nightmare in flesh.
Taehyung gasps when the knuckles curl into his insides, pressing and prodding away against the sensitive spot. His cock weeps aimlessly, sullying parts of his robes that still clings to his body.
The Devil's idle palm presses at his nape, pushing him down against the spread apart thighs.
"Stop this!" He finally bites out gritting his teeth and elbows behind hard enough to still the curious intrusion, aiding to slip out of the Devil's hold.
Taehyung falls back on the floor unceremoniously. The glazed bubble of pretence he coddled himself, pops and he feels fury and pain unlike other wash over him.
Humiliation. Denial. Sorrow. Wrath.
"Have you lost your damned mind?!?" Taehyung snarls, angry tears rushing down his cheeks. "What the hell is the matter with you?!"
He doesnt understand why he even considered compliance.
Fearing an imminent death is a heavy thought, but fearing so much to not even put up a fight and to die a dog's death is not who Taehyung is.
He hurriedly pats down whatever remains of his robes down into order without taking his eyes off the perpetrator
"Is this what you want? Is this what you truly are?" Taehyung grits through his teeth, clutching his chest "all this show– all of this for what? To overpower a human like me?" Taehyung huffs, choking. His tone swaying between crying and lashing out.
The Devil tilts his head, looking unamused.
"You make it sound as if you didn't crawl on your knees and begged to take me in your mouth whore"
The words sting.
Taehyung's nostrils flare, feeling all the more ashamed.
The Devil chuckles, his tone doused in malice
"I can have anybody I want. Heaven hell or earth." He grins "what makes you think I can't acquire mouths and holes that are much more conveniently pleasing than you could ever be?"
Taehyung chews his lips feeling the hurt pile up in his chest.
The Devil leans down towards the mortal "but I must say... I sure do enjoy training dogs and mares into submission"
Taehyung winces when his chin is gripped, a wet stripe of a long tongue running across his jaw.
"The more defiant it is, the more it excites me." The Devil whispers, his tone laced with haunting sadism "Say Detective Kim, do you like playing tag?"
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Taehyung runs.
He dashes wildly through the forest that opened for him by the edge of the courtyard of his confinement.
Tall trees loom menacingly above him.
He doesn't stop to look back, the constant presence of danger has him shackled with fear and adrenaline, aiding his sprint.
Taehyung's mind races, scanning his surrounding as he zooms by. Leaves crunch under his bare feet whilst stray branches nick his skin, drawing blood.
The forest seemed endless, but Taehyung knows better than to believe such an exquisite illusion.
He's not deluded enough to think he can possibly outrun a monster in his own territory.
Taehyung is aware that he's nothing but a trophy prey that's released to run in a merciless hunting game that will end with his head pinned to the wall.
Still, he runs.
Humans can only be desperate in a desperate situation. It is human of them to be so. To snatch at straws and claw out at anything and everything.
Taehyung can only be human in a matter where his life is at stake.
He smoothly leaps over a fallen tree, breaking off a thick wedge of wood from one of its branches. Without ceasing he clenches down hard on the wooden stick down between his incisors and molars, biting off its edge and spits out the broken wood, giving the stick a slightly pointed appearance.
He grips the wooden wedge like a dagger in his palm.
Taehyung is not ambitious to believe he can out manoeuvre the Devil with a poor imitation of a wooden stake.
Jungkook clearly excelled at physical strength even back then when he was sane in the head and had some semblance of holding back his strength against mortals. Combatting a fully fledged omnipotent amnesiac version of him was no different than courting death.
But Taehyung had no options to begin with.
The sun overhead shone warmly, the air cool to the skin, yet something in the atmosphere sliced to ignite a sudden heat in it and Taehyung was stunned in his eyes, his vision littered with black spots.
He staggers, arm resting on a trunk of a tree to support himself. He catches his breath, his lungs burning as if he had descended into the inferno itself.
Sweat drips from his forehead, trickling down his neck. Squinting his eyes, he looks up spotting a black shadow between the line of trees several hundred meters away
He steadies his gaze, feeling the gradual decline of the blood in his veins. His eyes widen in fear, watching the black shadow hurtle towards him– sunlight glinting off of his sharp teeth he bared wide, grinning.
Taehyung turns and starts to run in hopes of putting some distance, yet no matter what he did he couldn't shake off the predator at his tail.
He's so close that Taehyung swears he can almost feel the man breathing down his neck, sending a chill up his spine.
He sprints down the tree line, that seemed to distort and move, trying to cage him in and despite Taehyung skilfully dodging and slipping past them seem to make no difference.
The ground thunders in his ears, feeling the vibrations through his bare feet, he makes the mistake of glancing back for a split second only to find the Devil just feet away from snatching him.
Taehyung's eyes widen at the predicament and at a split decision, he quickly leaps to his left to escape the Devil's full drawn black claws.
Leaves crunch as the Devil slides past to a halt, but leaves no room for a breather, immediately jumping the mortal before him.
Taehyung groans, when his back slams down on the ground, sharp claws digging into his waist.
Taehyung twists in pain, grunting he quickly brandishes the makeshift stake and strikes it. The Devil swiftly blocks it off with the palm of his hand, wood slicing straight through his skin, flesh and bone.
Bewilderment and confusion flashes across the Evil incarnate's features for a split second, his right eye twitching as stray blood stains his immaculate face.
Blood drips, dousing the stake red and it splatters down on Taehyung's face who gasps in horror, immediately letting go of the weapon.
The Devil hisses, baring his teeth he pins the human underneath him who squirms under his eyes– his pupils full blown, holding a thin red circle around it like that of an eclipse, teeming on the edge of insanity.
He cracks his fingers and grips at the wood sawed through his hand.
"You know.." he grunts, closing his fist around the stake and shatters it under his strength "–that fucking hurt"
Taehyung watches the wooden splinters pour out from the flesh on command as the Devil mends his own gaping wound in an instant, leaving only a sheen layer of blood behind over the skin.
The sight was gruesome to the eye, flesh bubbling and sealing close in a way that almost leaves Taehyung nauseous.
The Devil inhales deeply, his exhale sounding something that of a hollow chasm and instantly the mortal is flipped to the ground, pressing his palms on his hip to hold him down.
Taehyung's heart jackrabbits, feeling a sense of impending doom cast over him. He struggles under the weight of the other, his disposition almost too vulnerable, despite of which he cannot move a limb.
The Devil leans over him "I've caught you now"
His tone dripped with sadistic amusement.
A harsh reminder that this is who the man inherently was.
Taehyung grits his teeth, grappling at the soil underneath him in protest.
"There's no point in struggling." Jungkook whispered into his ears, whilst his hands found their way down his robes, gripping the meat of his ass.
Taehyung thrashed, feeling the hand slip between the nakedness of his robes, once more intruding him.
"After all I did warn you– that if I'd catch you, I'd fuck you senseless."
Taehyung gasps at the intrusion, merciless right off the bat.
He winces in pain and frustration at the two wet fingers that descend into him– of which Taehyung is suspicious of it being the Devil's own blood aiding as lube. The fingers move skilfully, as if having practiced this a hundred million times on the mortal.
The fingertips scrape his insides, dancing across that one spot that leaves his knees weak and pliant.
A third finger soon follows, accompanied by a fourth and Taehyung whines in protest face buried in the grass, and is seemingly rewarded with a firm press against his prostate that has him messily dripping in his robes, his erection rock hard not willing to go down yet.
The fingers withdraw and Taehyung exhales shakily at the cool air skittering his naked bottoms as his hips are pulled up, making him kneel with his head pressed down.
He draws a choked breath sensing something bigger and warmer rub on the small of his back, pressing into the thin Perineum of his taint.
"You– you're crazy!" Taehyung spits out, turning to look back at his captor who simply smiles down at him, his eyes glinting red in a pool of obsidian night, without a hint of mercy in them.
"Hhmm haha" He chuckles, palming his cock lazily and taps his head over Taehyung's skin.
"You're insane– fucking psychopath. I'm going to kill you–" Taehyung grits through his teeth, helpless.
The Devil grins at that "how does pissing me off at this moment aid you in any way? You ought to use your brains Detective Kim" he pauses, tilting his head "besides you started all of this... can you blame the Devil for heeding a summoning? I've simply come to collect the prize."
Taehyung's face contorts into confusion.
Summoning? Of what?
It's been almost closer to a year since that happened– what is Jungkook even—
Before he could run the cogs in his head any further, he feels the piercing sensation that has his brain almost shutting down from the pain.
He cries out in desperation, clawing out at the soil in agony.
He's not sure if the metal tang in the air is from the Devil's blood or something of his tearing apart, regardless he writhes, almost convulsing.
Profanities spill out his lips that turn into sobs and pleads for mercy. The more he cries out, the more he feels the Devil and his monstrous length descend into him, inch by inch and his traitorous body does nothing to fight it.
He switches back to profanities almost immediately, realising bargaining isn't going to work.
"I'm going to kill you— you fucking bastard. You will not– ah! 'scape this. I'm going to fucking kill you! Ah stop!! Fuck— this hurts– ah–"
He senses the Devil's chest rumble at that.
The motherfucker was laughing.
"If you'd say please I can consider easing your pain" the Devil chides
Taehyung blearily think about the healing salve of a power that the Devil owns which is now no different than that of a drug to Taehyung.
"FUCK OFF!" He snarls instead, gritting his teeth he feels Jungkook completely press into him, his balls pressing against his cheeks.
The Devil groans over him, fully sheathed he still pulls the mortal's hips closer onto him devouring the heady sensation.
He looks down at the mortal who struggles to stay defiant, his body trembling and twitching in pain. The Devil purses his lips and then he runs his idle palm over the man's spine, his skin cool to his rather warm touch.
White strings crackle out of his skin unknowing to his own will, like electricity and seep into the mortal who immediately relaxes under his palm, his trembling receding. His muffled groans, reduced to shaky breaths of relief.
The Devil frowns.
It almost came to him as if it was something natural.
He watches the frail human curiously. A haughty, proud, vulnerable man of his splotchy memories is how he remembers him.
Odd.
It doesn't feel right but the mortal has relaxed infinitely, as has the bone crushing grip of his insides.
The Devil resumes with the task at hand, unheeding of the rest.
The test after all has not ended.
He rocks his hips experimentally and the mortal gasps, a sound that's suspiciously closer to pleasure
Jungkook grins, planting his hands flat on the mortal's hip whilst his right palm snakes down to cradle the man's stomach
Taehyung bites back his moan, drawing blood.
He cannot let his captor believe for even once that the deed elicits pleasure in his bones. The sensation of being roughly manhandled and mounted upon, is not something Taehyung salivates over.
His body is just a traitor.
A prisoner of His will and a slave to his own desire.
The searing burn had numbed away and all that was left behind was unfiltered pleasure that rocked his senses.
He heard Jungkook's heavy breathing over him, the obscene fast paced squelches that arose from the sharp calculated thrusts.
Taehyung sags and the Devil pulls him up, pressing his naked back to his own warm bare chest. His idle palm digs into his stomach, followed by a chuffed laugh seeming almost pleased he could sense himself against the thin skin and fat, as he plunged deep into the mortal.
"Jungkook– ngh you stop with that–" he drawls helplessly hanging like a doll at the hands of his puppeteer.
The offence of repeatedly calling his name doesn't tick off the Devil how it did anymore. The heavy exhales and pleads of his name sound like music to his ears– he's almost delirious that his cock twitches everytime the mortal is adamant on defiantly moaning out his name.
"If you'd beg and shake your ass to get this over with, the sooner you'll be released" the Devil whispers into his ears instead, his left hand finding itself nestled around the mortal's throat. He pulls himself out agonisingly slow and moves back in the same way, that Taehyung resolutely believes it's a torture of some sort for the moment.
His eyebrows cinch, frustration evident on his face but there was no way he'd be begging and shaking his ass, even if he were to be shot in his head.
A wet stripe of tongue runs across his jaw, caressing his ear– the sensation wet and warm as it creeps into his ear in exploration, slathering thick saliva.
Taehyung whines in protest, feeling numb with all the pain swapped away leaving him to moments of nothingness and bone melting pleasure that he's allowed.
The position doesn't help with how he pillages down on the thick cock, aided with sharp tugs and gravity. Taehyung swears if his skin is to be flayed open he'd find that weapon kissing up to his diaphragm, with how it pinches down torturously.
His own cock leaks profusely, helpless against the heat of his desire and stimulation.
Taehyung ached.
He's long searched for warmth.
Even when he wholeheartedly believed he didn't deserve a shred of it given what he is- a sinner. A filthy, dirty, blasphemous child.
He recalls, that's what they called him. Like salt to his wounds, he can hear them amidst his delirious pleasure.
How ironic. Comical even. Taehyung thinks.
It is almost as if they predicted what he'd become.
A vessel for the Devil.
A dirty temple.
Tears prick his eyes as his own body betrays him.
I'm not dirty.
He bites his lips, staring up at the blue sky and tall trees that watch him over. He wonder for a split second if God watches him now.
I'm not dirty!
"What are you thinking about?"
Taehyung closes his eyes and swallows thickly.
All he needed was warmth.
All he ever needed was just a morsel of it.
Is he at fault for seeking it from the Devil?
Lips brush to his ear, not quite kissing but merely pressing.
"How delirious are you? You sprayed all over yourself. Does this feel that good hm ?"
Taehyung opens his eyes and runs his gaze down his chest and the large palm that runs patterns on his stomach to his chest and nipples, spreading the wetness of his release.
"You've... lost your mind" Taehyung mumbles
A snicker, followed by a low chuckle the Devil slowly pulls himself out and Taehyung registers the wet thick fluid that slips out of him with the motion.
"You should look at yourself Detective" the Devil replies with snark in his tone.
Leaving no second to reprieve, the Devil pushes his fingers back in again all the way to his knuckles and Taehyung twitches as spent seed is scooped out of him.
He buckles over, knees bruised and weak to which he's is saved by the grip on his throat from falling apart.
His vision blurs, his eyes cross as the ground underneath him moves. The grass and earth is stripped away, revealing a smooth copper gold ground– opaque to his eyes.
He's pulled back up, his spine arching as his head rests back onto the Devil's shoulder, whose cock for once is unmoving but hard against his back.
He dazedly stares up at the ceiling– it stands high, higher than his personal confinement. The walls are yellowed brown, under the warm light of torches that are propped up.
He lowers his gaze, noting the intricate design on the tall pillars. His eyes eventually descent to the ground and he stiffens, his lips releasing a choked shaky breath.
"What.." he mumbles
He starts squirming in his captors hold, life rejuvenating in his useless legs to kick and thrash around.
"What are you– let me go! Let me go!" Taehyung cries out and his hands are immediately seized with a grip close enough to shatter them whilst black sand slips between his calves and the meat of his thighs to restrain him.
Taehyung clenches his eyes shut, humiliated and terrified. "Let me go please!– stop this madness please I beg of you—!"
"Stop? You're yet to pass the test mortal." The voice tells him, yet Taehyung doesn't understand "one would need encouragement to do so afterall, I'm not that cruel. So open your eyes"
Taehyung grits his teeth and can only cry. He clenches them harder and the black sand on his thighs cut through his skin, as if wanting to punish him.
Taehyung gasps and with choked sobs he opens his eyes to greet the sight before him. He instinctively pulls his thighs in closer, trying to preserve his modesty– but is restricted by the black shackles that have wrapped around him like thorned vines, rivulets of blood running down his honey golden tan skin.
"I have prepared a fun game for you" the Devil chuckles into his ears, his chest rumbling against his back "one that I know you'd absolutely love"
Taehyung grits his teeth, trepidation seizing him as he watches the sight from the throne he's made to sit– a flight of copper gold stairs on the end of which, stood dozens of people, their hands shackled to the ground.
Humans. Not creatures, monsters or demons.
Humans just like him. Who share the mortality as him.
They watched him in stunned silence. Some are pale in the face, bewildered and terrified.
Some stare is anger and frustration, some of who are disgusted too.
Taehyung eyes them all– there are about 40 in the room.
And they're watching him.
Their pointed gaze burning through his skin.
Men, young of age and old.
"These are my spoils of pillaging the filthy surface. Rats and maggots." He lazily gestures at the people who cower under his attention.
"But since I am a fair ruler, they deserve a chance don't you think so too hmm?" The Devil jostles him on his lap, "and seeing how devoted you are to saving nameless rats, I bestow this grace onto you"
Taehyung eyes the Devil in shock and disbelief. Nothing of which he speaks sounds remotely assuring.
"Ofcourse you'll have to give away something of yourself in exchange—" the Devil pauses, watching the mortal stiffen "but since I am not cruel–" he snickers and continues "I shall not ask for your limbs or flesh but just—"
He pauses and Taehyung grits his teeth to stone, dreading.
"Your dignity."
Taehyung stares baffled.
"You shall pierce yourself on my cock and ride me here, right now in front of all these rats and pleasure yourself."
Taehyung can only stare, a feathered breath full of disbelief leaves his lips.
He looks into the Devil's crimson eyes and finds not one hint of joke in them.
He looks back at the people who watch him, fear staining their faces.
Some of the men look like him, of Korean descent whilst some look like foreigners— tourists probably.
"Hey help us out!" One of them cries out, a tall Korean man with a disheveled stature.
"Please! Save us!—" another follows, a man in his 50s "save us! I– I've got a wife and two children to go back home to!–"
"Pls Hyung– I'm too young to die! I'm just 22 please—!" The boy, the youngest of all cries out with a snot stained face.
The men clamour, begging for their salvation, putting their wager on Taehyung's shoulders who crumbles under the weight of their voices.
Taehyung lowers his eyes.
Is my dignity all that I have to give away?
Is my dignity above the lives of 40 living breathing men like me?
His fingers curl into a fist.
"If I... if I do that... will you let them go?" He asks, pleads.
"If it was as easy as that— you see, I am a fair King afterall. I give a chance to everyone to redeem themselves, even when they're in hell. So naturally, my fairness would extend to you too—" he pauses to grin menacingly at the mortal.
Taehyung waits for the man to rip off the bandaid.
"– of course you'd have to pleasure yourself on my cock but— if this blasphemous sight should arouse any of those rats– they're eliminated."
Taehyung's eyebrows furrow in confusion.
"Eliminated? What do you mean by that?"
The Devil doesn't respond, but instead he dips his fingers between his thighs and into his hole, jabbing right up against his prostate.
Taehyung gasps, a sharp high pitched moan spills from his lips and just as that happens, something explodes— followed by shrieks and clamouring of metal.
Taehyung's eyes narrow and his pupils shrink at the ghastly scene of blood and strewn pieces of flesh.
The place where the man in his 50s stood was nothing but splattered red, leaving the adjacent captives doused in blood.
Taehyung pales in comparison, realising what 'elimination' meant.
They get killed.
Should they get aroused even in the slightest, they'll be killed.
The old man who seemed eager to return to his family, although lecherous that he'd get aroused at a single moan of a man nonetheless— didn't deserve to go like that.
Nobody deserves to die like that.
"What– why– why? I'm doing this deed for you anyway–!" Taehyung cries out, his chest heaving.
"Then that wouldn't be a fun game" the Devil laughs leisurely as if Taehyung had said something so pointless.
"You pleasure yourself, you pleasure me. Should it be pleasure to those maggots, they're out— but if they are not aroused even in the slightest, they get a reward in the end"
Taehyung thinks.
All he has to do is get the Devil off and leave it to the rest to not be aroused by the sight, since there's literally nothing he can do about that—
He doubts if they'd even get aroused, he's a man afterall— but the first elimination left him doubtful about that.
Men can be lecherous. Infinitely so.
But there's nothing he can do about that!
If he could put in some form of help, would be to put a poor performance to gross out the men– if that could even help.
"I—" Taehyung begins "I will do it "
The Devil beams at that, his grin hungry and savage.
"However I must tell you since you agreed, you're on a timer."
"Timer? What timer?" Taehyung enquires.
"Your release. The moment you cum the game is over and the rats win and I'd grant them their reward "
Taehyung listen carefully.
He made a mistake of agreeing without enquiring further despite knowing Jungkook is a cunning fox who likes to evade from the important bits of information despite proclaiming to be truthful.
He cannot fare to make a mistake of that sort with this Jungkook.
He looks at the Devil who seems to reverberate in delight and amusement.
"What... is the reward?" Taehyung asks.
The Devil only grins, leans into his ears and whispers words of malice.
Taehyung's bones grow cold.
He can't even muster himself to look affronted, let alone fight back.
He stares at the sea of people before him.
Is his dignity worthier than their lives? Taehyung realises he cannot answer that.
Desperate tears stream down his face.
Have I ever been of any worth?
A part of him, that is of morals, that is of his empathy, the founding stone of his career, begs him to be their salvation.
Whilst another part in his head, a savage, dirty, prideful, inkling of his conscience commands him to be selfish... to give up on everybody who is not him.
To salvage himself.
For once, his mind cries out to save himself.
Taehyung clenches his eyes shut, lips quivering.
His freed hands struggle to wrap around the thick cock, the warmth biting against his skin.
He sinks down, without a restriction and with tear-stained eyes, he moans.
Out loud.
I'm sorry. He whispers.
I can't save you.
I can't save anybody.
I can't even save myself.
He doesn't look at the captive men, he doesn't want them to see he has damned them to death.
He doesn't want them to know that he's nothing but a selfish and crude excuse of a human being.
The burn in his insides sears him alive, the sensation oddly comforting to the ache in his chest– he throws his head back and releases a guttural groan having swallowed Jungkook halfway to his hilt.
He moves his hips in a tandem, setting up a steady pace that focuses more on Jungkook's pleasure rather than his own, while he continues to moan like a starved harlot.
Another body explodes, the captive men scream in fear.
I'm sorry. Taehyung bites his lips, tasting blood on them.
There's nothing I can do.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
"What are you thinking about? " a grip on his chin forces him to meet the Devil's eyes "I told you to give us a performance. Not a half-assed show–" he clicks his tongue and as he says this, he yanks the mortal down on his cock.
Taehyung screams, sensations like electricity striking his veins.
Two more bodies explode.
Taehyung wants to laugh— almost positive he's lost his damn mind.
Are these the people he wanted to save for a split second?
The same people who are getting aroused at the sight of him being violated?
He looks at Jungkook, who reads his expression smugly.
Justice is so unkind.
He doesn't spare a glance at the wailing crowd of captives.
Taehyung knows, in this stupid game of blood and gore, the only one who is winning is the man he is sitting upon.
Taehyung feels hatred covet his heart. He grits his teeth and swoops in to kiss the Devil.
If he were to bet– to save his own life, he wouldn't be so stupid to bet on losing dogs. Not at this point anyway.
So he kisses him, the squelch of flesh growing obscenely louder.
The restraints on his limbs loosen a little and Taehyung manoeuvres himself into a better position, wrapping his hands around the Devil's neck as he rides him diligently.
"That's it. You were made for this... see how well you take my cock"
Taehyung rests his head on the man's shoulder and moans louder, to drown out the screams and pleads, as flesh and bone come apart.
The Devil buries his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling his scent and nipping his skin with his teeth as his fingers trail to caress the mortal's chest.
"You look beautiful like this, writhing on top of me. I want to swallow you whole, bury my cock deep inside you that you can taste me on your tongue. Wouldn't that be something hm? I'm sure you'd enjoy it." He chuckles pinching his nipple and Taehyung winces
"Ah– please– no not there please" Taehyung squirms.
"Why not? You're mine to reap." The Devil whispers against his skin hotly "you're mine for the taking– and how you take me so well. You should be honored mortal"
Taehyung whines, feeling the heady sensation of an orgasm near him.
"Perhaps I could get rid of this for you" the Devil growls into his ear, gripping onto his shaft that remained rock hard against his stomach "perhaps I can give you a cunt and have my seed take in your womb. Perhaps I can fuck you into submission to be my personal whore. Perhaps I could fatten up your tits and milk them." He licks his neck, whilst his hand fondles with his chest, tugging onto his sore nipples. "You'd make such a wonderful prize– oh ahh... precious... You'd like that wouldn't you?"
Taehyung moans, dazed in pleasure . His body has lost all inhibitions, chasing blind pleasure as he's rammed over with sharp thrusts that plunge upwards into him.
Drool drips from his lips, growing impossibly harder with all the filth that is spewed into his ears.
Teeth snip away at the skin of his neck and Taehyung groans unabashedly, pleasure heavy like syrup sinking into his bones.
"... I'd fuck you until you're pregnant and over again until you give. I'd have the blasphemous fruit of our unison eat its own way out of you and I'd still fuck you senseless through it–"
The Devil goes on, his breath much heavier and his accent deeper as he switches to another language, continuing to spout obscenity outloud as he fucks him like a rutting beast, grunting.
Taehyung hides his face in the man's neck, shielding his eyes from the bloodshed of his choice
Jungkook's scent had changed, no longer bearing expensive colognes and hints of liquor. It was something more dense now, like burnt cinnamon and musk, carrying the stench of blood and sweat.
He drowns out the blood curling shrieks from below and Jungkook's voice from his ears. Amidst his delirium of debauchery, he dreams of an impossible life that he would have lived had he never met Jungkook.
The thought alone stings him.
It wasn't so bad. He placated himself
Jungkook was nice to him. Nicer than most.
Taehyung's lips quiver.
His hands shake as they absent mindedly raise up to meet the Devil's chest where he had shot him.
He digs his fingers into the smooth skin.
There was no wound, no scarring left behind.
His thoughts are clouded and Taehyung finds hating himself over it.
Is this what it meant to love the Devil?
And just so he remembers Jungkook's words in a desperate struggle to find solace amidst this chaos.
His voice echoes, distant but clear.
I can't.
It is not my intention to hurt you. It is never my intention to hurt you.
I'm not something that can be rewarded with such purity of that as such honest affection
Me reciprocating in any way comes with a price Detective Kim.
Price that will have to be paid with wicked trials and eventual blood when the time comes.
I fear your death.
Taehyung shatters.
He understands and it's already too late.
He finally understands and it no longer matters.
He wants to embrace him, he– who Taehyung loved, the man in his memories who struggled putting his heart out fearing nobody but his own self.
Taehyung misses him.
Jungkook. Jungkook.
He sobs, sniffling against the warmth and he's pulled out of his cavern and ever-exceeding thoughts, lips bruisingly pressing into his own.
He's kissed with every inch of his life, tongue slipping into his mouth to tug and pull apart messily leaving a string of saliva between their mouths.
"You need to stop thinking to your own–" the Devil mumbles chasing the drool back up to his lips, licking it clean "I forbid you to daze out when you're in my arms, lest you wish for something terrible "
He's pulled back in by a hand on his nape as the Devil chews off on his lips, kissing and prodding him with his long tongue.
Taehyung squirms as his legs begin to faintly shake– a tell tale for his orgasm. He makes the mistake of glancing the open area in front of the throne, that resembled no less than a battlefield of a vicious beast having mauled its victims to pieces.
Not many stand now, exception of mere handful.
His eyes meet the tall Korean man from earlier who persisted the bloodbath up until now. His clothes are doused with blood and his eyes are glassy red.
He stares at him, helpless.
Taehyung can only stare back.
Maybe the man feels pity for him, maybe perhaps, he understands Taehyung's horrors. Perhaps— he would survive–
Taehyung watches the Devil raise his arm and flick his wrist in the direction of the man and at the very instant the man's body blows apart, blood spraying everywhere.
Taehyung lets out a strangled cry.
"I told you something terrible would happen if you daze out" the Devil clicks his tongue and increases the pace of his thrusts.
Taehyung closes his eyes, holding back his tears as his mouth hangs open, small sounds escaping his lips.
Nothing is worth it anymore.
Taehyung doesn't care about it.
Jungkook might as well gut him and Taehyung swears he wouldn't feel anything.
He hopes Jungkook would do it.
End his misery.
He clenches down, his toes curling as a train of pleasure slams into him, bleeding into his senses and dousing him with it, as he cums in thick ropes, spilling over his chest and up to his neck.
His bones grow heavy like melted rubber.
His chest heaves in quick succession, his orgasm enveloping him whole as something heavy settles into his stomach that almost makes him nauseous at the sensation of it.
"Oh times up, Detective" the voice calls out
He blearily open his eyes , his back sweaty against the warm furnace like chest.
"Seems like we have few winners– hah haha!"
Taehyung's forces his vision to clear itself and he runs his gaze down on the bloodbath where 11 of the 40 men stood tall, their faces pale with fear and eyes wide with realisation the game had come to an end, a faint sense of victory and relief gracing their features.
But Taehyung can only stare with pure dread and fear.
Jungkook pulls out of him and spent seed steadily pours out of his hole.
"We won– we won right? We can go home now?!" One of the men asked bravely, fear evident in his tone
The Devil blinks, his eyes glowing.
"Ofcourse, you won but— you're not yet saved. You need to be saved with your reward for not crumbling before filthy debauchery—" the Devil replies nonchalantly.
"What– what– give us our reward-! We need to go home please, I beg of you—!!" Another cries out, kneeling on the ground.
The Devil hums.
He then taps Taehyung's waist.
"You're up, go ahead Detective. Save them" the tone is full of ill- concealed mockery.
Taehyung can't move, frozen on the Devil's lap.
"You're so courageous, a true beacon of morals. So go ahead— your kin are squealing to be saved." The Devil harshly grips his chin, forcing him to meet their eyes "so go and get down on your knees and have them run your through"
Taehyung's lips tremble, tears gushing out of his eyes.
The men watch him bewildered in stunned silence for few seconds.
"Hey– what what is this about? What do you mean by that—?" One of the men from earlier ask.
The Devil puts away Taehyung's chin and leans back into his throne, spreading his legs apart. He cocks his head to the side, supported by his hand "it was a deal. If you're aroused, you're out. If you survive until his orgasm, this King lets you live on the condition that Detective Kim saves you, that is, only if he throws away his pride and dignity to debase himself before the winners. That way he'd win not only your freedom but his own too—"
Hands settle down on the mortal's hips and Taehyung can only stifle a cry.
"He's a little used up down below, but I'm sure you can put him to good use to save your neck. It'll be an easy slide in too if that could help—"
The man stiffens at the crude response.
The Devil nudges the mortal's waist, "aren't I fair hm??? " he grins with malice
"Your turn is up, Detective Kim— It is only you who can save them— " the Devil pauses "save us all"
Taehyung's heart hammers in his chest.
His palms clammy with fear.
Silence descents over them. The atmosphere haunting and brimming with anticipation, lusting over more blood and carnal pleasure.
Seeing how the man in the Evil's lap doesn't meet their gaze, the men grow anxious with uncertainty and fear
"Hey!— hey please we got this far! You can't- we can't give up now! Please! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I don't want to die. I'll be gentle with you—" the man chokes pressing his palm to his lips, breaking into tears "please— please just don't give up on us–!"
The rest follow suit and Taehyung's mind grows numb with their pleads for help.
Their pleads to let them have their way with him.
Taehyung doesn't doubt even for a second that he's in hell.
"Please save us- I won't hurt you-! Please I'll be good! I'll be–"
The hands on his waist nudge him ahead, down the Devil's thighs and Taehyung's fear seizes his mind, his hand immediately grappling onto Jungkook's wrist.
He looks at Jungkook with tear ladened eyes, silently pleading, begging.
"You've to let go Detective Kim, while I'm being civil bout it—"
".. no."
The Devil's eyes narrow down on him, his red irises pinpointing and holding him in place.
"HEY!— HEY HEY YOU CANT DO THIS TO US! SON OF A BITCH!"
"What was that?" The Devil asks, his gaze unwavering from the Detective.
Taehyung's lips quiver, words tasting like ash in his mouth, as he grips the wrist tighter "please..."
"MOTHERFUCKER!– I HAVE A FAMILY TO GO HOME TO AND YOU—"
"What?" The Devil demands leaning closer to his face, a strange delight in his eyes.
Taehyung bites back his cry, drowning out the profanities thrown at him whilst digging his fingers into the Devil's skin "..only you."
A sharp exhale lands on his forehead.
"Only me what?"
"CURSE YOU-! DIE DIE YOU FUCKING DOG—"
Taehyung clenches his eyes shut, his heart in his throat. His soul catching onto fire, ablaze.
".. only you can.. touch me"
Arms, no different than smelted shackles seize him at once, his face cushioned against the broad chest as loud shrieks once more infiltrate the air, with sounds of metal clamouring and flesh being pulled apart from bone. The Devil's menacing cackle echoes in the room.
"DAMN YOU-!"
"AGHHH DAMN YOU YOU FILTHY DEMONS!"
"I WONT FORGIVE AHHH I WONT FORGIVE YOU—"
"AHHHHH HELP HELP ME— I DONT WANNA DIE SOMEBODY AGHJ—"
It lasts for a long time, agonizing screams pulled out from each one who lasted so far.
Flesh and bone, blood and sinew with the chimes of metal, the men scream.
Curses of betrayal and filth rise up above until there's no voice left behind, cryptic silence descending the throne room.
Taehyung's limbs stop shaking as he's swaddled in warmth.
Yet he can't stop crying.
He damned them to death.
All their lives— gone because he didn't comply to giving himself away. Even if it came with his own freedom— his own violation.
Was it worth it? Taehyung wonders. Choosing himself, his dignity over them?
Soft cool mattress greets his back and Taehyung opens his eyes, to find the Devil looming above him.
"Why do you still weep? You made your choice."
Taehyung doesn't respond, holding his tears back in fear of being punished for that too.
The Devil clicks his tongue and buries his face into Taehyung's neck "shedding tears over rats who aren't even real– "
Taehyung registers the words, blinking once. Then twice.
"They're not real?"
The Devil pulls away from his neck, annoyance etched onto his face "I am the Devil, I don't enjoy slaughtering shackled fledglings, let alone mortals of all."
Taehyung doesn't know what to say to that— feeling conflicted.
"... then... why?" He weakly mumbles
why did you make me go through it?
What was your reason?
Why did you do it?
Why torture me?
Why?
The Devil hums at that and dips his hands over Taehyung's thighs, aiming to push him into a pretzel before resting his thick cock over his taint– not breaching just yet. Taehyung gasps when the head kisses his skin, attempting to breach once more.
The back of his thighs are pressed to the Devil's chest, his feet hanging above his broad shoulders, the position almost painful being trapped in the spot with the weight about him.
The Devil nips at his skin to fill in the blemishes painting it red and purple, pulling the skin with his teeth as he slowly pushes himself in below. His actions less hurried than it was before, seeming to be in a much better mood than earlier.
He licks the skin above Taehyung's collarbone, leaving another splotchy red bruise.
"What is mine is mine, what is somebody's , is mine too. Everything the world has to offer is mine alone." The Devil exhales over his skin, lifting his face to meet Taehyung's gaze. There's a familiar crazed look in his crimson eyes– one that, Taehyung remembers and shudders underneath it.
"—But that doesn't mean I'm willing to share that of which is mine. And you're my toy... my precious...." The Devil pauses, feeling something amiss and he adds– "cargo"
Taehyung faintly whimpers with glazed eyes, his lips tremble.
Jungkook tugs onto his bloodied bottom lip, savoring the metallic taste off of it that ignites the itch under his incisors.
A sharp switch descents the man, his grip once more turning bruising over Taehyung's skin who squirms under his hold. His thrusts turn rough and Taehyung cries out, of pain and pleasure, throwing his head back.
And so he does not notice the Devil shed his skin, turning into a thing made of pure nightmares as he plunges into the shaking mortal, the sounds of their unison obscenely louder.
It is gross and lewd, wet stickiness clinging to skin and all Taehyung can do is feel– as something within the penetration itself changes painfully, his eyes fly open– his startled gasp cut sharp.
The thing that was fucking him didn't even look human anymore. Red meets his eye and the sight of the ceiling blocked off by copper gold steadfast wings.
And when his fangs sink into his neck with an inhumane growl, painfully searing his flesh and senses, Taehyung can only reminisce in the warmth of his blood spilling down his collarbones and over his skin.
His legs go numb, feeling powerful thighs press firmly against him wholly.
Taehyung's fingers twitch–
Is this how I'm going to die..
He wonders
His vision numbs over slowly.
He wonders if this was his Divine punishment.
To be tortured by the one he adored.
Taehyung wonders... if he deserved it.
He weakly pulls his hand over the Devil's nape.
It is almost agonizingly pathetic that he feels up the Evil's pulse, even at this point to speak–
Taehyung exhales, a forbidden whisper of his lips
"..Jung.. koo.."
It's all futile. In the confines of his prison and the monster caged with him, there is nobody who heeds his call.
His fingers twitch over the Devil's nape, resisting in a weak attempt that bares no certain victory.
He chokes on his own blood that pools in his mouth from his torn throat, where the Devil was still latched onto– and so Taehyung does what comes as his final form of retaliation—
His fingers grip onto the loose strands of hair at the Devil's scalp, pulling him slightly away— and with blood stained teeth accompanied with dwindling consciousness, he sinks his own teeth into the Devil's nape.
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Authors note:
Welp.
This was such a long messy chapter and I don't quite like the violent genre (of this sort at the least) put on characters based off real people ||so again to remind people, this is just a work of fiction and I do not whatsoever relate this to the actual people|| but oh well the mc is the DEVIL so... ehm he can't be good. Nah.
Anyway this is tame in comparison to what I initially had in mind for this chapter years ago– so I don't wanna see anybody hounding me.
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Author: ...
Taehyung: ...
Author: oh uh I guess it's safe to say that we're officially in the deep of this horror genre of the second season?
Taehyung: that's correct.
Author: wow.. jeez um I don't know where to begin but I must tell you I cried thrice watching this recent episode.
Jungkook: ... ..
Jungkook: I miss season 1
Taehyung: don't bawl again.
Author: I see it's been difficult for you both to enact it– like it's been taking a toll on you both huh?
Taehyung: yeah, a lot of stuff was uh scrapped after Jungkook protested with the Director over it.
Author: it was going to be worse?
Taehyung: ... yeap.
Author: oh gods... this is such a bizarre switch like– but then again I must admit it was phenomenal acting and something completely out of the norm, considering the Director's previous movies.
Author: say, Jungkook you addressed this whole act as some form of test... so does it mean are we past it or we're going to see more episodes of this.... Trial mania?
Jungkook: uh well– this technically was a test and the idea of the 'test' is originally tailored to the character of the person. Detective Kim is a morally upright person, so the Devil wanted to see if he's willing to throw that away for /him/? Selfish bastard right haha hah... yeah not fun anyway I cannot honestly tell, but as the previous episodes right from season1 foretold of the Coronation feast- which has not begun yet, I can only ask the viewers to brace for the impact.
Author: that sounds ominous.
Taehyung: it's just a good advice.
Author: I'll take it. *laughs nervously* also Taehyung, it seems like you seem to realise that Jungkook's memory is all scrambled.
Taehyung: yeah this is the part where I realise his memory is broken, because he remembers me but not quite like completely. So yeah–
Jungkook: yeah it's all like confusion to me. Like I am "I know this man. I know him. But I don't know why the fuck did I get on /my/ knees and give him head. Or like why I can't make him speak when my mojo jojo is on? Or why my defences are naturally down in his presence? Or I don't know why I can't call or presumably feel like I'm not allowed to call him by his name."
Author: oh that's interesting like muscle memory despite broken memory.
Jungkook: right? It's like clockwork that I naturally heal him mid sex too you know, when normally I know I wouldn't because you know I am the Devil and I don't give a fuck about all that? But yeah I seem to portray surprise when I do heal him.
Author: mmhmm so muscle memory
Jungkook: .. mm perhaps but I'd argue, because the Devil is completely attuned to everything Taehyung does. Intensely.
Author: oh yeah– it's because he can still feel him? Sense him right? His joy, pain, whatever it is?
Jungkook: yeah the bonding red string that's still intact between the two, unlike Jimin and I. The Devil doesn't know about that tho, since he canonically can't see it like the Guardian. But he does feel everything Taehyung feels, so every time he hurts him— and ends up getting more angrier or prissy about it the next second, is because he can feel it too but he doesn't know that it's because he's connected to Taehyung and his pain is being channeled into him.
Author: oh wow. So all that torture inflicted, he gets mad when it comes back to him so he gets angrier again—
Taehyung: just big and dumb *sighs*
Jungkook: big and dumb. And jealous
Author: ha can't argue with that–
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Oh welp
About my MIA idk where to start cause the last 4 months were like
1. I started on a major thesis for uni
2. I got seriously sick
3. My house got ROBBED
4. Had a falling out with my family
5. Undiagnosed mental issues made a comeback(it was bad)
So uh yeah, hope yall cut this poor author some slack haha
It's not been fun really... I rage wrote this chapter reflecting my own emotions every time something happened in these MIA months so I'm hoping it's not too obnoxiously telling that I'm projecting.
Hope I will get better soon tho and that I'll end this book soon enough so I can put all of you at ease.
I cannot promise when I'll be updating next.
Hopefully it will be soon
Stay safe and healthy yall
Thank you for being patient with me
It means a lot <3
Love
J