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HIGHLY SELECTIVE BLOG FOR YOON BUM OF KILLING STALKING WRITTEN BY LYNDSEY.

[astro-w-deactivated20200729]

tueur de fleurs

[seutokco]

”Look around while you still can. After today you’ll never see colours again.”

     He was thoroughly shaking, Yoon looking up at the other with FEAR. Where even WAS he, who was this girl ? Nothing made sense and he couldn’t even remember how he had GOTTEN here.    ❝ W—What. . . ? ❞ His voice raspy and his mouth dry, causing him to pause and try to swallow, ❝ Where…What is this place. . . ? ❞ 

[seutokco]

sadiseuteu:

  This arrangement, this deranged living situation had made it’s way to resemble normalcy. Sangwoo’s grown accustomed to the company he forces to stay by his side, sheer irony in his eyes. Days had passed of Yoonbum catering to the cooking, the cleaning, all the housekeeping tasks as he’s told; taking beating after beating. No questions asked. Tirelessly waiting. A waiting game to watch him slip– fail. To reprimand him some more. It’s all he wants. A scapegoat to exploit his rage upon. And still– all for naught. Dinner’s being prepared as demanded. Everything is as clean as it could possibly be.

   Needless to say, he’s frustrated. Fingers drum on the kitchen table, eyes once glued to him now fall to the scratched surface. A knife resting on the table’s top. “Be honest with me for a minute, Bum. Gotta be hard for you, I know, I know.” Sarcastically spitting his way, he proved to be quite the liar. Telling him the things he wanted to hear day by day. Did he think Sangwoo was that stupid? “Are you expecting to go free? Do you think you’re gonna get outta here alive?” Perhaps giving him a shred of hope, he has no intention to make good by the hypothetical question.

  “You’re too comfortable. Looks like you’re getting bored of me. And I’ve been thinking– what can I do to change that? After all, you living here isn’t in the kindness of my heart. I’m not taking you in for your benefit.” Now gripping that knife in his hand, he digs the blade into the wood of the table, a laugh expelled from his lips. “Or are you planning on killing me? Is that why you’re so calm lately? Lemme hear it, I wanna understand too.” // @seutokco·

    Yoon looked up from what he was doing when he heard Sangwoo speak up from behind him, his back straightening and he tensed up. He gripped the knife he was using to cut vegetables a little tighter, but he soon released his grip and slowly turned to look over his shoulder.       ❝ W-What. . . ? ❞ he mumbled, wondering what the other could mean by this. Of...Of course, he wanted to go free, that’s all he had wanted since he got here. But he didn’t EXPECT to get out of here alive. No one that ever came out of this house ever got out of here with their life, why would Yoon be any different?

     ❝ K-Kill you. . . ?  No, of course not. ❞ Sure. He had thought of it, but they both know that it wouldn’t work like that. Not only was Sangwoo stronger than Yoon, he was SMARTER. There was absolutely no scenario possible where Yoon could successfully kill Sangwoo and make it out of this house unscathed, and even just the thought of trying scared him. He can’t imagine Sangwoo would give him an EASY DEATH if Yoon failed to kill him and get away. Torture unlike anything he had dealt with before would be in his future.

     ❝ I. . .I like it here with you. I’m not bored — Or planning a-anything. ❞ Only half of that was a lie. But he was starting to find it hard to imagine a life WITHOUT Sangwoo, a life outside of his protection...? What would that be like? He was starting to believe that a life outside of this house would be dangerous.      Even if he hurts him, it was because Yoon had done wrong? He was just being protective, he was just teaching Yoon where his place in all this was. ‘He went through a lot when he was a child… he can’t help hurting you… try and understand…’      ❝ I just. . .Didn’t want to be in your way, so I’ve been. . .q-quiet. . .? ❞

[pussylipgloss]

if u can’t swallow the whole dick and suck balls at the same time 2018 not your year

[keeyawnuh]

[seutokco]

helo im still alive but like barely

[seutokco]

saengpi:

       He watches the man scramble on the ground, seeking peace through obedience which he was obliged to. Frankly, Sangwoo could not help but feel amused at the sight. His idleness did not last for long, as he crouched down to grab a hold of Yoonbum’s hair, tugging his head backwards and with the free one he snatched a piece of broken ceramic off of the ground. The sharp edge presses into the captive’s throat, just enough for blood to trickle down his skin but not enough for the shard to leave a lasting mark. It was almost like a threat. Should he move, he’d cut himself open even more, and should he not it would all the same hurt.

       Sangwoo releases a dry laugh, humorless, unsympathetic to the man he was holding in place.   ❝  You’re the clumsiest thing I’ve ever seen. This wasn’t even the first time you’ve spilled my fucking food, now was it?  ❞   He said almost in a whisper, but perfectly close enough to his ear for it to be audible and dangerous. Little by little, he pressed the shard of broken material into Bum’s throat, but stopped when he noticed he may be starting to prevent his breathing.

       Eyes narrowed a little, but the smugness of his smirk did not disappear so easily.   ❝  Do you want me to cut your head off with this? Scalp you?  ❞   He hissed.   ❝  No? Is that a no? I can’t hear you, Bum.  ❞   Last minute, he lets him go, standing back up on his feet and shoving him a little in the side.

    Yoon couldn’t do anything but completely freeze as he felt the sharp ceramic push against his throat. The stinging sensation of his skin being cut made him wince, and yet there was nothing he could do but sit there completely still, whimpers escaping his throat.      Yoon Bum tried to respond to the question (one of which Sangwoo probably didn’t want to be answered), but the sharp pain of broken material pushed harder into his throat. He was beginning to lose the ability to breathe, a sickly choaked cough escaped Yoon, a wheezing breath as he tried to breathe around the glass without cutting himself more. 

     Finally, Sangwoo pulled off, but his torment was not yet finished. Yoon Bum looked up at him, eyes filling with tears and a look of panic in his eyes. He could feel the warm sticky blood that was running down his neck his neck.       ❝ N-No... ❞ He stammered, his voice hoarse. He winced as he fully expected to be hit or cut again, his voice growing a little louder, ❝ N-No..! Please, I’ll do anything. Tell me, what do I do ? ❞ he sobbed, crumbling to the ground as he was finally released.

    He sobbed for a moment, clearly shaken by it all. Slowly, Yoon began to sit up, tears still falling from his eyes and clouding his gaze as he tried once again to clean up his mess again. His stood up, his legs feeling weak as he started to clean up. Washing the blood off his hands. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do.

[angstmemes]

torture starters : deprivation

[ mentions of abuse, torture, kidnapping, etc. ]

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” “I didn’t think you could look any worse, but you surprise me every day.” “Remind me, how long haven’t I fed you? Oh wait, you can’t tell day from night, can you?” “Oh no, I didn’t bring this food down for you. I just wanted to have something to watch while I ate.” “You know it’s rude to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation, right?” “Wakey-wakey! You’ve slept a whole forty seconds! Time to remind you of what happens when you do that again.” ”That blindfold is never coming off again.” “I never said you could have fresh water.” “All you have to do is say you did it, and I’ll let you sleep again. Permanently.” ”You might break the world record ‘staying awake’ soon! If you don’t die first, of course.” ”Who’re you talking to? You do realise you’re all alone down here, right?” “Remember sleep?” ”Look around while you still can. After today you’ll never see colours again.” ”For a moment there I thought you’d finally starved.” “It’s nice and warm outside. Remember sunshine?” “Drifting off again, are you?” “Good morning! Did you sleep well?” “Look what I found! Cat food. It’s your favourite…” “All you have to do is confess you did it, and you can have this water.” “You tell me the truth and you walk out of here. It’s that simple.” “Hellooo? You still alive in there?” “Look, I made breakfast! For myself.” “Okay so, would you rather not sleep or not eat for the coming seven days?”

[seutokco]

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[editorialiism]

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[splattermemes-deactivated202007]

small / tall starters

requested by anon. Feel free to change pronouns or anything else !

small

“Get down here!”

“Wow…I’d want to climb that tree, if you know what I mean.” / “Do birds ever sit on you and get confused?” / “Hey, Groot.”

“I’m not short. I’m fun-size.”

“Good, adorable, wonderful things come in small packages.”

“I don’t appreciate your height.”

“I CAN REACH FOR IT MYSELF.”

“I’m not short, you just have the height of a Transformer.”

“I KNOW you can see me.”

“Fear me!!!”

“Uh…you’re blocking me.”

“Can you lift me for a second?”

“Slow down! I have short legs.”

“I have a super power. It’s called, my head never hits the ceiling.”

“Have you seen him/her/them? He’s/she’s/they’re like a mountain.”

“I always win at hide and seek.”

“I’ve always looked up to you…literally. Actually, can you sit down?”

“Heels make me feel powerful.”

“Do tall people have…big..hands..?”

“I might be short, but my ego is huge.” / “I might be short, but I will drag you down to my level.”

“I can’t reach your face, but I can kick your junk.”

“You don’t know the struggle when all shirts/dresses/pants are too long on you.”

tall

“I’m afraid of you because short people are closer to hell.”

“”How is it ironic that I’m afraid of heights?”

“Does my height offend you?”

“Let me reach that for you.”

“You can’t slap me if you can’t even reach my face.”

“I’m not tall, you’re just the size of an Oompa Loompa.”

“Huh? Who said that? I can’t see anyone.”

“It’s impossible to hide from you.”

“No, I don’t play basketball.”

“I’m not slowing down because you’re short.”

“You’re like a cute little fairy.” / “You’re like a small, terrifying gremlin.”

“My legs are long and sexy.”

“I’m not looking down on you. Except literally.”

“Aw, you look like a kid. How cute.”

“Being small makes you optimal for carrying.”

“You know what comes in small packages? Grenades.”

“All the cool presents come in big boxes. Like bouncy castles.”

“Why are you standing on the counter?”

“I may be tall, but my temper is short.” / “I may be tall, but my feelings are small. And fragile.”

“You don’t know the struggle when all pants/skirts/dresses are too short on you.”

“Let me block the sun for you.”

“Hey, short stack.” / “What’s up, shorty?” 

[authenticallymoi]

overstressed and underfucked.

[hina-san]

little dick, big foot

[closedforgoodbyelol]

[seutokco]

yeonguwonisms replied to your post: yeonguwonisms replied to your post: -suspiciously...

what if I kick your arse upstairs and then in to the streets till we get there? :)c

...fine.

[seutokco]

yeonguwonisms replied to your post: -suspiciously stares-

U better come with me… to the police station

oops i suddenly cant walk i guess i cant go

[seutokco]

-suspiciously stares-

...

[seutokco]

saengpi:

       1, 2, 3, 4  .  .  .

       Every day it was an obligation to occupy himself at least once with exercise. Without it, his physique would quickly go down the gutter and perhaps a sensation worse than death would overrun him– boredom. It became a routine a long time ago, but ever since Bum had invaded his life, he made it a point to have him cook whilst he was busy. Keeping the sickly man engaged would prevent his mind from scheming even now when it has been more than a month of his captivity. The rat was deceptive, even when he was so naive and vulnerable, as evidenced by the time he had tried to rid of him or  the many times he’s spotted him holding a knife and daydreaming of lunging it into his chest.

       40, 41, 42, 43, 44  .  .  .

       Sweat was unnoticed on his flesh, gliding down in unequal patterns. One hand was behind his back while the other was lifting him up and down. Sangwoo could here and there hear the chopping of the knife and the moving of bowls, knowing that Yoonbum was doing his chores. At some point he stopped paying complete attention to it, and only focusing on his exercise and getting it done with. It was not about how fast he did it, but that it was sufficient and worth his time spent down here in this smelly basement. He figured he would have to have it cleaned eventually again.

       95, 96, 97, 98, 99  –

       A clank of the bowl, and instantly his senses were perked as he stood up and grabbed the towel besides him. He wipes the hard work off of himself before marching out of the open basement door though not so quickly. Whether by the time Bum was finished with the cleaning or not, it did not matter. He knew he’d spilled his food and judging by the look of it he was putting it back into the bowl despite its filthiness. Eyes and body spoke of different intentions as he approached the frightened man.   ❝  If I didn’t know better, I could’ve sworn I heard you dropping my food.  ❞   A soft smile, half expecting him to reply, but before he could even finish a thought process, Sangwoo’s grin shifted into a sharp edge of a knife. His eyes were as cold as his mannerism when he kicked Bum into the side two times in a row.

     The sound of footsteps on the stairs left a chill down Yoon’s spine, his actions hastened as the noise got louder and louder until he heard the creak of the door as it slowly swung open. He slowly looked up, eyes peering up at the younger man loomed over him.

      ❝ I-I’m sorr- ❞   He didn’t get the apology out fully when he felt a pain in his side, followed by another. His fist curled around the broken glass in his palm as he let out a sharp cough. Eyes squeezing shut as his arms gave out and he fell to the floor. 

    Yoon let out a dry cough, lifting his head up. He felt like all the wind had been knocked out of him. Tears unconsciously starting to fall already.       ❝ I-I’ll clean it up! Just give me a moment.. ❞ he offered, trying to climb to his feet despite the pain he was feeling in his chest and hands. He knew he had to fix this already.