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The disappearing sun in the sky, surrounded by grey clouds, was barely offering its last moment aesthetic orange light into the room through the thin white curtain-covered window. The interior was eye-catching; each thing placed in the room looked like it was destined only for this room, nothing was looking odd, each thing was kept in its right place, giving the room its pride in being beautiful and luxurious. Anyone would wish to stay here for the rest of their lives except her. She didn't want to stay here, at least not like this. She feels suffocated.
The room, the house was not a prison for her but not less than a prison. She didn't wish to be here like this. Then why was she here? What was stopping her from running away? Why was she tolerating all this? And she knew the answer.
The reason that was forcing her to stay here was love.
She was thinking all this during the rough kiss, her whole body was against the soft mattress of the bed, moving restlessly. Eyes were closed, feeling his lips' roughness on her. She could feel and taste her own blood in her mouth caused by him. He was unbelievable.
Like, kissing was eating some food, he wasn't tender with her while doing it, and actually she liked it. She always wished him to be wild while doing it, and her wild fantasies were fulfilled by himself, but something was wrong, and she knew it very well.
That was not love that was forcing him to do it with her, that was hate, his wholehearted hate for her. He didn't want her to be happy; he wanted her to admit what she did; he wanted her to be guilty. He desired to emotionally and mentally torture her to hurt; his goal to do all the things opposite to her wish.
But he always faced difficulty in hurting his only wife, "Jeon So-yi", whom he disowned as his wife.
He didn't want his surname with her name; he didn't consider her as his wife; he always wanted her in his bed, whenever he wanted. Maybe he thought doing this was the only way to hurt her mentally, making her feel like she was nothing for him but a wh0re, and he knew he had proudly succeeded in it.
Her back arched, and she hissed between the kiss when he wrapped his arm around her waist tightly, which was cold like ice on her soft warm skin. He was tongue f*cking her, exploring every corner of her mouth. While she was feeling very weak under his dominant cage around her body. His lips travelled to another place, leaving her lips miserable.
Facing the ceiling, she caught the air as much as she could. She was breathless. She was feeling she would've been dead because of out of breath if he hadn't moved away from her lips. And she always thought, how can he not get tired of kissing too long, doesn't he get breathless like her or he just doesn't care? Yeah, she knew, he didn't care, if he'll be taking his last breath, he would still like to hurt her.
Her eyes fell on their clothes, messily lying on the floor here and there. She felt a click in her heart which made her expression turn into a painful one.
Everyday, anytime, whenever he came to her, the reason behind it was always he wanted to be intimate with her and nothing else. No normal conversation, no cuddling, no sympathy, no sharing, it was just a bloody s€x he always wanted from her.
It was really hurting her, she wanted to disappear at the moment, she wanted to run away, far from his shadow, but couldn't. She was trapped falling in love with him. She always wished to marry him, she wished to stay with him all the time, she wished to stick with his destiny. Now already it's all fulfilled but she was not happy, her married life wasn't going the way she ever wished.
She never cursed that day when she married him, that was her dream day but she couldn't deny the fact that that was the same day from where her life was actually turned upside down.
He continued his sweet assault on her. Her body loved it, the way his lips travelled on her skin, the way he touched her wildly. This was what her body needed from him, her body always craved for his touch but she hated it, she hated when he touched her she lost control, she always got lost in his every touch, she hated her body cravenness for him.
She didn't wanna love that touch which was made of only hatred, she hated it that he hated her, she hated the way he treats her, not like his wife but like a wh0re.
Looking up at her sweaty face, he stared into her eyes which were already on him. The difference between their gazes was just, one was looking with love and helplessness and the other was hatred and dominance. They both were breathing heavily, and from the beginning, their heavy breathing and groaning noise filled the room. After moments of staring at each other, he continued further.
No doubt, it was giving his body pleasure with satisfaction for hurting her. She clenched her hands on the bed sheet, but her hands were urging to touch him to reply to his gestures with her hands but she couldn't and she knew it, that was forbidden for her to do. But due to the unbearable feeling inside and outside of her, she was losing her senses, her control.
He was unbearable which made her end up with lifting her both hands to touch his back of hair but it stopped in the mid air when he grabbed her wrist tightly, glaring at her with disgust yet anger.
"Keep these filthy hands away from me, I'm not here to pleasure you" He growled with a clenched jaw, throwing her hand on the mattress as if it was some kind of dust.
At the moment, she was feeling worthless for him, she felt like a whore was in better condition than her, at least they can touch their owner during s€xual intercourse. Here, she couldn't even touch her husband with her own hands, she was feeling like a doll for him, actually he was deliberately making her feel like this. She couldn't even reply to his gestures the way she wanted, she wanted to respond with her hands, she wanted to touch him with love. Wasn't it a special moment for every woman making love with their husbands? But in her case there was no love, not even a little bit of affection from his side.
He didn't want her to ever show him that she was in pleasure because of him. He was literally treating her like a f*ck doll, forbidden her from moving her body, her hands during intercourse, even not wanting her to touch him.
She wondered if he even considered her as a human or not. He didn't care her emotions, her feelings, her pain, what he cared was only his hate towards her, he cared to live peacefully in his misunderstanding, he cared to believe what he saw her doing on their wedding night, even if the god himself tell him that what he saw wasn't the truth he still won't accept it. He only cared to accept and live in his false truth.
These all things were unbearable, intolerable to her. She never wished for it, then why did it come out of the syllabus? She never wanted it, she wanted a happy life with him, she loved him unconditionally, she had no word to describe her love for him but maybe, this love was the only reason which was forcing her to stay in this hell of him. She unwillingly accepted to live in hell when the devil was her love.
She was always facing difficulty between her love and happiness, but if that happiness won't come from her love then she didn't want it.
She always chose her love over her happiness, her love for him wasn't weak, she will never give up on him. And if that day comes then that will be the end of her unrequited love story.
Thinking all these, silent tears rolled down her cheeks, a sudden current travelled through her nose, she felt her throat was aching due to overwhelming feelings.
His eyes were still on her with the same emotions, hate and disgust.
'Her tears are nothing to me, just some drops of water.'.....He thought.
He hurted her in every possible way which he succeeded in every way but some little part of him wanted to do the opposite of it. Wanted to love her, to make her happy, to see her smile, to hear her laugh. He didn't remember when he saw her smiling last time. He wanted to see her like she was before their marriage.
But no, how could he want to love her when he hated her the most? There was no chance to grow any kind of emotional attachments with her, she was not his destined mate, he didn't accept her, she didn't deserve his love. She snatched his only family, she killed his younger sister. Then how could he even think to love her, to love his sister's murd€r€r? Why was she even alive, she should've died by now the way she killed his sister.
No, she has to be alive. D€@th was too easy for a k!ller like her, she has to live in this hell, he couldn't let her go this easily, she has to repent her sin. Loving her was more difficult than hating her. His conscience wasn't finding any reason to love her but there was a strict reason to hate her and he didn't have such a wish to deny it that he hated her.
The ringing noise broke the silence of the room and she let out her little sobbing noise. He stared at her crying face for a second. Her crying….for him, it was better to ignore it than notice it.
Standing on his feet, he quickly picked up his shorts and wore it. Then he made his way towards the nightstand to pick up his phone. After checking the caller ID, he immediately received the call before pressing it against his ear.
"Okay." he replied after listening to the other person's words on the call before disconnecting. He turned his head towards her where she was lying completely nak€d.
"I'll be late." he said, a hint of annoyance was lingering in his deep voice as if he forced himself to let out these words for her.
Without waiting for her response he just left the room, leaving her alone, lost in her thoughts. How he even didn't bother to cover her b@re body with the blanket, what could even she expect from him?... Love? Instead of hate? Yes, she expects it.
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Raven black coloured car halted in a distance of a mid sized house, ending its engine sound with a quick brake. The car door opened, revealing a black monk strap ankle boots then another as the person stepped out of the car on the slightly wet road, a light thud sound was made when he closed the door. His long black coat top of his black pullover and black solid polyester blend pants were giving him the elegant look. His fashion sense was really different, different from others, the colour and the style combination he chose for his wearing was the perfect to look expensive.
He himself was expensive, his perfect V line shape jaw, ideal lips, sharp rounded eyes, and his flying perm hairstyle. His every feature was confirming that he didn't need expensive things to look good, actually they were denying it that his wearings were giving him a pride look, but it was him, who was delivering his clothes confidence to look great.
The cold slow wind was running in the air, cooling everyone's skin there. It was a wet season, even the little drops of rain were falling at the moment but were unaffected as they weren't able to make anyone drenched. Those little drops of natural shower from the sky were unnoticeable in the darkness of night until it touched anyone's bare skin.
Some police with their vehicles and some countable local citizens were visible when he roamed his eyes on his surroundings. Police were doing their supposed work to save the crime scene doubted evidence and were making sure that the local people couldn't cross the yellow barricade 'crime scene do not cross' tape to interfere with their work but they didn't have to put much effort in this matter as the local people were standing there with discipline.
Everyone present there was suspicious to him, from innocent faces to cunning faces, everyone there was not meant for him to believe them even consciously.
That wasn't the matter for him that he can doubt anyone unwillingly, the matter was he can't believe someone willingly. Doubt is a disease and he loved it.
With quick long steps, putting his both hands inside of his coat pockets, he moved forward towards the house. Suddenly from his mid way, a senior police officer joined him.
The officer knew it was who he was, and the officer knew it as well what he should do at the moment. Officer has to assist him. He was nervous yet excited, it was giving him goosebumps that he was walking behind 'Detective Elvis', the greatest detective in the whole asia with 170 IQ and mysterious personality. He was feeling lucky because he got the chance to work with him.
He was seeing him for the first time in real life, although he heard more words about Elvis from his daughter than others because his daughter loved Elvis one sided but when she heard that Elvis got married, she couldn't bear this and committed su!cide by jumping off a company building. And that building belonged to none other than Elvis. But apart from this, it was pleasing to the officer's eyes to see Detective Elvis but whatever he was feeling inside of him at the moment, he couldn't show it from outside. He was a professional man, and he loved to do his duty perfectly.
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Popcorn was lying badly on the carpet with its bowl next to the coffee table, some adult books were kept on the table along the sofa. The room's furniture was a little displaced from its original place.
His both legs were open straight, making two lines triangle on the floor. His silk navy blue shirt was messily covered in the blood, showing the changed colour of cloth into almost dark purplish brown. So many stabbing marks on his left side of chest with cloth cutted brutally on that part was visible. Hands were lying either side of the head in a weak surrender pose. Mouth was slightly open, dried blood was glued on his philtrum and some was around his mouth. Eyes were weakly closed and the dark purple mark on his cheekbone and one eye was giving proof that he was beaten so badly and fighted for his dear life.
But the odd thing was the "XO" mark on his forehead written by some sharp knife was looking disparate from a normal body. With white chalk powder around his body, the shape of his dead body was drawn on the floor.
"At 5:37 in the evening we were informed about this by the local people here." the officer spoke, standing beside Elvis, after glancing at the dead body for a second. "He was the most wanted criminal, he used to do illegal things like drug deals, exporting minor girls and on a daily basis, he killed women after r@ping them in a disgusting way."
Elvis was silent, scanning the dead body and the room. Officer didn't expect any reply from him as he knew detective Elvis's silence was always loud, he doesn't talk much but his actions always scream.
There was not a single detective in the whole of Asia who could beat him in solving the cases in less time, his detective skills were great. That was the reason why the state government chose him for this case where an anonymous, unidentified person named "Killer" given by people was killing the dangerous criminals and most of them were those criminals who r@ped and killed women. But the confusing thing was that in this case the "Killer" always left an XO mark on criminals' forehead for police and other detectives. That was the most weird thing which left everyone in bewilderment.
The XO was the most infamous dangerous psycho criminal in south korea, no alive person knew his real identity, no one even saw him. This was the only reason why police and other detectives were mystified. If really XO himself was doing all these murders, then why he was choosing criminals to kill when he himself was a criminal who mostly choose innocent females to kill and torture them, not criminal males, and if no, then who was the real Killer and why that Killer was doing this?
The other detectives were consuming too much time to solve this case compared to Detective Elvis' solving ability since 3 months from where the criminals' dying started. And the Killer, god knows how, was able to reach the most wanted criminals and was killing them one by one very brutally in every unexpected day. No doubt, it was the same person in different criminals' places who was committing these murders. What was his motive by doing this after all? And to solve this mysterious case asap and getting no perfect person for this case, the state government finally chose Detective Elvis.
Well, they should have chosen him earlier and not now, so perhaps this case would have already been solved in less time. They couldn't find any person with above 170 IQ for this case earlier, and anyway, even people with this much IQ were rare to be seen.
Most of the criminals' murders were committed in South Korea's largest city by that unidentified Killer, confirming it that, same as XO, the Killer was staying in the Seoul city or there could be chances it was his hometown. Or was XO himself that Killer?
Those who have never seen even a glimpse of Detective Elvis's ability must be thinking that he must have stepped into this case today itself. But the officer was definitely sure, he must have prepared something for this case already. It was impossible that, in these 3 months, he wasn't aware of these criminals' murders or he didn't investigate anything personally. The officer knew he must have a suspect already but if he wasn't standing by himself before accepting this case, that's mean, he definitely thought that those criminals deserved death and he didn't care if they died.
As a police officer, the officer wanted to find that Killer and legally hang him with his own hands in the death penalty hanging rope. But as a human, if that Killer wasn't XO, Officer liked him so much, even sometimes he thought that Killer shouldn't have killed those criminals by hiding instead he should kill them legally by working in police field or by becoming a Detective or FBI agent. There were so many legal ways through which Killer could kill them, he shouldn't have chosen the wrong way.
Apart from this, the officer loved the way how that nameless Killer reaches criminals, he doesn't leave any strict evidence in the crime scene. Neither the scene of his committing the murders were ever seen in the CCTV footage, nor he himself was ever seen in the footage, which was indicating that he has amusing hacking skills same as XO, yeah, another point for doubting XO was that Killer or not.
Just like Detective Elvis, that Killer also seemed like a genius to the officer. But the difference between these two could be seen, where the one was using his brain to do the right thing in a wrong way, while the other was believed to use his brain to do the both wrong and right things in a legal way. If XOs' name will be removed from this matter, then the motive of both Detective Elvis and that Killer to make a criminal free world was the same but the method was different.
"The XO mark on their foreheads is the only weird thing for us." The officer spoke, explaining their problem related to this case, looking at the direction of Elvis where he was standing, checking outside the window with expressionless face, that was one of his special habits, he doesn't show his true expressions much in his profession and if he do, that would be mean there was a reason behind it.
"We doubt XO himself is doing this all or someone else." The officer cleared one of his biggest doubts.
"The Killer Is not XO but looking for XO."
Finally, Elvis gave the officer a chance to hear his deep voice, the voice, which was holding so many treasures of mysteries. As soon as it reached someone's ears, it always revealed a deeply buried secret that no one knows about, and that's what his voice did at the moment. It was just a single line but was uncovering the mystery.
The Killer was looking for XO. Now the dots started to connect. Killer wasn't able to reach XO, nor he ever seen him, that's why he was killing every criminal similar to him, thinking he must be one of them, and if not, then by leaving XO mark on criminals' foreheads, the Killer wanted XO to know that he was looking for him. And he will kill all the criminals, who commits all the crimes just like XO until he finds the real XO among them. The Killer murdered 19 criminals in these 3 months and all the criminals used to do the exact same crime that XO does.
Knowing this at the moment, the officer wanted that Killer could never find XO so that he'll continue to erase other criminals, he wanted Killer to keep his terror in the dirty hearts of criminals. Yeah, it was something unethical from a policeman but he was a human too, he thought what he wanted. But opposite to his wish, he has to catch that Killer soon under pressure from senior departments. What could a true policeman even do after all, in the end they have to follow the rules of law.
Apart from this, what was the enmity between the Killer and XO? Why was the Killer looking for him? Oh God, in his 25 years of experience in the police force, the officer never faced this kind of case. And how did Detective Elvis find out this? How did he understand this to say confidently that XO wasn't doing these criminals' murders? It was literally impressive.
By the way, when the officer expected it then why was he amused? Could it be possible that Detective Elvis himself was the Killer? No, it was impossible to even think about its possible ways. He didn't want to even think about it, it was feeling impossible and possible thought both to him and he chose the impossible thought. He didn't want to lose his trust on detective Elvis and didn't want to waste his time by making such a person his suspect. But wasn't it normal for a policeman to doubt even his trustworthy person? And why did such a thought come to his mind? It was a useless thought to the officer.
The officer was thinking all these and he didn't even realise that his eyes were stuck on Elvis. As if he was an idol and officer was a fan, well this couldn't be even denied, Officer really liked him, he was really a fan of his great detective skills. Where the other detectives must need good communication skills and the Detective Elvis didn't need to communicate much to solve any case or perhaps he didn't like to waste his words on a reluctant person, his personality was the inspiration.
On the other side Elvis smirked, he slightly smirked looking at something outside the window. The smirk was of satisfaction, as if he expected something that happened. But it was unnoticed by the officer.
"Officer Nate, zip up your pants." Elvis uttered, passing by the officer without even glancing at him before leaving the room.
The officer was just getting a little happy from inside after hearing his name from Detective Elvis's mouth that he knew his name, Ofcourse, why not? But realised what Elvis told him, which made his eyes slightly widen. With a jerk, he quickly lowered his head to see, and the zip of his pants was really open, he zipped up his pants at lightning speed. Oh god, he was feeling so embarrassed, was he roaming around the whole day with the zip of his pants open? Why didn't someone tell him earlier?
Don't know what detective Elvis might be thinking that this guy is not serious about his profession and doesn't even wear his clothes properly. What a bad impression he must have made in front of Detective Elvis. He was cursing himself, rattled by this moment that suddenly his eyes fell on a car key lying on the floor in front of his feet, the key fob was designed stylishly, it was all black. He knew who the key belonged to, he saw it in detective Elvis's hands, it was his.
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Heavy drops of rain were falling on the hard ground of the road, sprinkling some of its small drops on his black combat boots. While his black cargo pants weren't getting wet with his black leather jacket top of his white t-shirt whose edge was tucked inside the pants. The black diver wrist watch was looking amazing on his left hand's wrist with which he was holding the umbrella over his head, the simple silver coloured double rounded circle shaped chain hanging on his neck was slightly twinkling due to the light pole's light's reflection.
The clothes on his toned body were fitting perfectly, as if it was made only for him. His fair skin, his hard V shaped jaw, ideal lips, a small mole under the lips on the left side, high bridged nose, sharp dark brown coloured eyes were all mesmerizing, and his wavy wolf haircut which was American bronze was adding more charm to his handsomeness. Damn, he was looking badass, he was so unreal, as if he had just been descended from heaven. His 5'10" tall figure was leaning against the back side of the car, eyes were looking around the crime scene area, the police, the local citizens with their umbrellas.
He was looking at them intensely, did he want to eat them alive? His gaze was so intimidating. Thinking something, he scoffed before taking out a little cigarette box from his pants pocket, he took a cigarette and placed it between his lips with the help of his one hand. How daring he was, there were so many policemen and a "No Smoking" sign board but still he was going to smoke? Putting back the cigarette box, he was searching for the lighter in all his pockets but couldn't find it.
Suddenly a muscular hand appeared in front of him with a lighter.
He glanced at it for a second then quickly turned his head to his right side to see the owner of this hand. There, holding an umbrella over his own head, Elvis was standing so close to him with a charismatic closed lip smile and glittering eyes in the dark. He was left amused by Elvis's facial features, his breath stuck in his throat and eyes glued on him for a moment. Why was he standing so close to him? It was making him nervous.
'Oh god! He looks so breathtaking.'....He thought.
Not knowing exactly how to react, he forced himself to slightly chuckle and awkwardly picked up the lighter from his hand when Elvis gestured with his eyes to accept the lighter.
"Thank you." he said, giving Elvis a quick glance who slightly nodded, before lighting his cigarette which was held between his lips, he puffed it then blew the smoke in the air in slight satisfaction.
Handing Elvis back the lighter, he was enjoying smoking. While putting his hands in his pants pockets, Elvis also stood next to him, leaning his back against the backside of the car.
There was a strange soothing silence between them for some moments.
The raining sound could be this much bitter to him, Elvis never imagined. At the moment, he wanted to kill the person he was standing beside, he wanted to bury him 6 feet below the ground right there, and wanted to make him disappear so that no one would even remember him. He was feeling too disgusted to even stand next to him. How could god give anyone the angel face but the character opposite? He was the demon in human skin.
"You are pretty good looking." Elvis broke the silence without looking at the person beside him.
When a handsome man praises another man, how does it feel?
Great, right?
The person beside Elvis was processing the words in his mind which Elvis just said. Why was he feeling a little shy? He was a man himself, then how can another man be able to make him feel a little bashful? But he couldn't deny the fact that he was feeling good after hearing Elvis praising his charm. He felt his face turn crimson, he felt his cheeks were in heat.
Why was Elvis even standing with him, why did he even praise him? He already knew he was good looking, Elvis shouldn't have adulated him. Why was he affecting him? Don't make him feel like this, he is a man.
Now what should he reply? Thank you? No! It would feel strange to say thank you again and again for every word of him, instead he should introduce himself.
He threw the cigarette on the ground and smashed it under his feet before turning his head towards Elvis and forwarding his hand for the handshake.
"I'm Zane."
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