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helter / skelter | some fun tunes to die to. ---  âshe ricochets, you donât notice.â [  listen.  ] Â
dthplâ:
  When Wade comes to the first thing he notices are the walls â canary yellow, bright, and surrounding him itâs impossible to ignore the color throws him off and the longer he stares at it the more things that arenât there start to move in the corners of his vision. And it starts off a bit of paranoia that he has to find other things to look at so he puts his focus on the white sheets of the bed and tries to think.
Itâs abnormal for him to be in a situation like this: caged like an animal with everything in his surroundings set there to further piss him off then. However, itâs not until he actually tries to move that he realizes where he is exactly. A prison of some kind or an infirmary, maybe both, managing to sit up even with his arms locked into a strait-jacket he can feel another device on the side of his neck too and thatâs what triggers his memory of the events of last night:Â
Inhye. He ran into her at some shitty bar â the music was loud, too loud. There was at some point in the night that he vaguely remembers her leaning in close as if to kiss him. Her fingers traced the line of his jaw, tilting his chin up to look at her while the other hand slid to the side of his neck with force before he blacked out. And waking up in the back of some cop car.
He had kicked out the window, that much he remembers but hadnât gotten far without having to shove them off while trying to rip the device from his neck before there was another chance to electrocute him again, and seeing double of the flashing lights, stumbling, seeing white then blacking out again.Â
It makes sense really, now. Considering their breakup wasnât exactly on good terms. Regardless heâs on his feet again trying to free his arms with force two guards are already in the cell forcing him down the hallway. Theyâve upâd their security since the last time he was here, if anything they been experimenting with ways to discipline those out of line. He can hear the screams of other patients and his smile briefly falters when heâs brought into a white room and forced to sit down in front of her. âListen, princess, if you insist on having a foursome you couldâve just asked.âÂ
Wade says, flexing his wrists within the jacket, testing the durability of the jacket heâs in. He gives up after a moment or two and finally looks at Inhye, a lazy smile on his face at the sight of her. Though he doesnât miss the remote in her hand, already resting on the trigger and ready to electrocute him again without hesitation. Ok, sheâs defiantly still mad at him and he probably should be a little afraid right now. And his smile only broadens. âYou look good, baby. Iâm not sure if I want to eat you up or kill you right now.âÂ
have you ever seen red?
the kind that blinds, that makes you want to bludgeon yourself in the goddamn face with a crowbar. because inhye has, and it has taken every fiber of her being to avoid doing exactly that once she was hit with the news that her useless garbage of an ex-boyfriend accidentally killed something much worse than her prized fighting fish this time.
itâs kim y******, her kidnapper that she had dreamt her whole life of personally skinning, denailing, burning, castrating, exsanguinating, dismembering, basically every torture you can think of-ing. under wadeâs care (or the lack thereof), the man simply offed himself with an easy click of his gun. bang! and his brains, her lifelong desideratum was gone, just like that.
amidst her mess of tears and snot as she screamed the most imaginative curses known to mankind while smashing her furniture into pieces, gautama buddha himself had seemingly decided to take pity on her and shone upon a ray of enlightenment into her bottomless pit of anger. his soothing voice echoed through her head, âwho better to torture than a man who cannot die?â
so an inspiring weekend trip to chiang mai with wadeâs hair and nail clippings that she had secretly collected for occasions like this and a satisfying amount of hexes by a powerful local ajarn later, she was all well and happy again. it wasnât much really, compared to the pain wade put her through. they merely attached a couple of demonic spirits to him to make him see and hear things, cause illnesses that his regenerative body will have to constantly work to fight off, insomnia, have unbelievably awful luck, just to name a few.
perhaps it was less buddha and more mara that sparked her characteristic revenge, but in that moment, it was much-needed relief to her agonizing loss. this is therapy, and the next part of that therapy includes witnessing wadeâs suffering. heâs right where she wants him to be, and itâs comforting in the most twisted way.
âcome on, you know iâd first have a foursome with my knives and guns than with any of you here,â she retorts with a condescending chuckle and a dismissive wave, the taser in her hand swung about more carelessly than she does with her chanel purse. after gesturing for the guards to leave, theyâre finally left alone. well, as alone as they can get with the new friends she introduced him to anyway.
just like old times, she straddles herself over wadeâs lap. except right now, itâs to grab the front row seat to her favorite trainwreck of a show. wearing a sarcastic pout, she taunts in a tone reminiscent of his, âif only you killed me long ago, wadey-poo.â she cups that pretty jaw of wadeâs, long crimson nails digging too deep into his skin. huh, he lost some weight. her lips curves to a contented smile.
finally, some red she wants to see.
[SMS] if i were to tell you i could, without a doubt, satisfy even the darkest of your sexual fantasies, would you pay me to do just that?
[ to: unknown ] 4-DAY_RETREAT_(Summarized_Ver).pdf[ to: unknown ] how much for you to be my whore and potential killer, sweetheart?Â
4-DAY RETREAT (SUMMARIZED VER.)
d-1:Â blindfold me, tie up my hands and drive us to [coordinates]. itâs a deserted forest with an abandoned warehouse nearby. my blindfold will âfallâ and iâll escape into the woods. chase me with a semi-automatic of my choice. while i run, shoot at me from afar periodically. once iâm tired from running and you catch up to me, knock me out and bring me to the warehouse.
d-2: we play blackjack and russian roulette. the game goes like this. we will take turns being the dealer and the player. every card in the deck is assigned a body part, ranging from a finger to the crotch. after shuffling, the player will pick a random card and see what body part they get. then proceed to blackjack. if the player hits twenty-one, they get to aim at the selected body part of the other person and pull the trigger. if the player busts, they will be aimed at. the revolver will be loaded with two cartridges for higher risk and be spun after each round.
d-3: draw my blood. i have a blood volume of about 3.8 liters, so you will have to extract roughly one and a half pint of blood from me with a 21-gauge butterfly needle via my external jugular vein to induce a class ii hemorrhage. store all the blood in plastic bottles. drive us to a cliff about ten miles away from the warehouse, and push me off it. see that i have dove into the waters.
d-4:Â douse petrol all over the warehouse. there will be chalked lines and areas to indicate where you should do so. tie my hands behind my back and leave me on the second floor of the warehouse. you will start the fire at a spot shown beforehand. i will let the fire grow. you donât need to know if i escaped.
notes:
some activities may be paired with intercourse at my discretion. it is, however, not a priority.
for my own future viewing, everything that can be filmed will be filmed.
all required materials will be provided.
DEFINITION: a paraphilia in which a person is aroused by the risk of being killed. an autassassinophiliac is more interested in their climax than in their death, resulting in a compulsion to stage-manage the possibility rather than the actuality of their end. Â [ Â â start here. Â ]
kinetia:
Ouch. Here he thought he would be receiving gratitude for saving the woman from predatory felons, but apparently she got off to the idea of being impaled by an old freak in his fifties behind a craigslist account. He wasnât one to judge others for living out their kinks, but come on. That was just degrading, even for her standards. Obviously, he had underestimated her ability to sniff out danger from the cracks.
âMaybe I should call up a shrinkââ The sudden alteration in her tone, however, ignited an interrogative look. Was she apologizing? Perhaps she just had a rough day, after all. Then he heard broken glass from the other line, but it took some time for him to process the situation at hand.
Why could he hear glass hitting pavement from the other side of the door? It was almost as ifâŚ
âNo, she didnâtâŚâ Laughter. He was laughingâ assuming it had to be some kind of joke. Bravo, Inhye. You got me good. That was what he wanted to say, but when he twisted the doorknob in desperation, he was introduced to his dearest Audi R8â in shambles. Scratched paint and demolished windshield. Realizing the vehicle was still salvageable, he lunged at her considerably smaller figure. Gaunt fingers coiled themselves around the weapon of choice, and with gravity on his side, it did not take long for him to swivel whilst the other arm pinned her shoulder to the door. He tore the tool from her grip and tossed it to the floor.Â
âLee Inhye,â he exhales sharply, âI knew you were fucking insane, but if you want to die this badly, Iâll kill you right now.âÂ
wait, no way, thereâs no way woohyuk is actually hereâ
the door clicks open and she beams, greets him as if they had just bumped into each other on the street and itâs all too fucking amusing. she shrieks out a laughter but itâs cut short with a gasp when her back hits the door. doesnât hurt much; itâs a pleasant surprise actually. she lets him have the hammer since she doesnât need it anymore anywayânot when sheâs getting exactly the reaction she's looking for:Â anger. a common catalyst to outrage, and inhye is wishing for a dangerous one.
woohyuk is seething while inhye giggles. how can she not when woohyuk is teasing her with such sweet, sweet words? she is by no means submissive but death threats are the closest thing to her fantasies and that, sheâs weak for. her heart races like a female protagonist in a romance novel whoâs about to have her first kiss. she never really thought of woohyuk that way, but right now heâs different. heâs angry, so deliciously angry, and the red in his eyes she drinks it in. does he not know itâs her aphrodisiac?
she has no reason to fight him and so she doesnât. in fact, sheâs uncharacteristically pliant against his arm. the newfound lust is clear as she looks up at him with a coy smile and a schoolgirl blush. she lets out a shaky breath, hand sneaking down to her trousers.
â... tell me more, please.â
muse aesthetics: horror edition.
tagged by: @luxinexitiumâ
GOTHIC HORROR gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons.cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. libraries. rosaries. grandfather clocks.
CLASSIC HORROR black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras. creaking floorboards.
SLASHERS bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-oâ-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances. bodies in the lake.
PARANORMAL HORROR malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you canât see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear youâve seen before but canât for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.
CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND HORROR aliens. blinding light. dark woods. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.
THRILLERS daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots. bodies in the basement. quiet conversation. chases on foot. hiding in the bathroom. the power cutting off. locked doors. muffled arguments. loaded glances. bodies in the walls. yellow-green lighting. blue-grey lighting.
vepid:
[SMS: ě¸ě 미] if a woman compliments my tie and then my socks which are really hard to see unless you really try to take a good look at them, and then she also comments on my ears being âquirkyâ [SMS] does it mean she likes me? do I have a chance at landing a seat in this ladyâs office?
[ to: chanyeol ] which tie? if itâs the one that doubles as a green traffic light then yes, she either likes you alot or sheâs color blind. she sounds even weirder than you are though. you really wanna work for someone who has some strange sock kink?
@kinetia:
âOh, come on, woman. Youâre twenty-six years old. I thought you were better than this.â Woohyuk had expected some opposition, but he should have known better than to receive any ounce of mercy from the other end. Head tipped back, he watched the helix of smoke waft into thin air. Stubbing out his cigarette shortly before tossing it into a nearby bin, the man reclined against the blank canvas of a wall behind him. Cigars helped when the crushing weight of a crowded city threatened to spark his short, gasoline-soaked fuse⌠but it certainly wasnât enough to endure her screams over the line, much less in person.
âNo, âcause yâknow, murder is a serious offense. Have yaâ seen what happens to killers? They go to jail, Inhye. You see, our society runs on two things: law and order.â
Cue in the eye-rollâ his eyes go so far back that it makes his head spin, instead. Too much, Woohyuk. Too much.
âIâm hanging up, youâre annoying.â
"and i thought you were better than beingâ" she peels the phone from her ear to scream into the receiver, "A NOSY. BASTARD."Â
why why why why why. just why did woohyuk have to ruin her chance of finally finding someone (from the internet) who is willing to potentially kill play with her? the man of her dreams? she thought they were good friends! good friends aren't supposed to ruin each otherâs happiness like this.
she paces around his stuffy garage, barefooted, phone in hand. her valentinos were chucked inside her car while she was smashing the lock open with a sledgehammer earlier on. now the hammer sits against the tire of woohyukâs precious audi.
âyou mean where i work? i donât see enough of them actually,â she bites back and stops in front of the hammer. her tone softens in mock apology as she bends down to pick it up, "ah oppa, donât be like this... hear me out first?"
she daintily slides her phone into her pocket before swinging the hammer into the windshield with all her might. he can listen to this instead.
Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.
Kait Rokowski (via writingsforwinter)
[SMS] Ugly. (âăŽâ)
[ to: woohyuk ] think i should go for plastic surgery then? get a more defined cheekbone? i heard thatâs popular in the u.s. perhaps add fillers in my chin so it protrudes more? ah maybe i should just change to look like you, oppa. thatâs your idea of beauty right? or i could change to look like your audi too. carve four rings into my forehead just for you. gouge my eyes out and shove two led lights into my sockets. would i be prettier then, oppa?