♫ BATHTIME - self para
Ren walked out into his living room with a pair of baby pink footie pajamas on, an innocent smile playing over his lips. The outfit was one both he had Minki could agree on, soft and warm all around their body. He hummed softly to himself as he made his way into the very large kitchen, heading straight for the giant cabinet next to the stainless steel fridge. He dark orbs scanned over the contents of the food, only mildly interested. Ren grabbed a bag of animal crackers, the ones covered in frosting. He let out a happy little giggle and turned to go into the bedroom again.
The muffled screams coming from his bathroom didn’t bother Ren as he popped an animal cracker into his open mouth, a gleeful glint to his haunting eyes. He knew no matter how much the other screamed, no one would ever hear. His entire apartment was sound proofed, even the upstairs office and hidden weapons room. Ren even liked the screams. For him it just proved how much power he had in the situation.
Ren walked towards the bathroom in slow and lazy steps, pink footie slippers rubbing against his soft carpet. He push the door open with one pale perfectly manicured finger. Inside a body laid inside his large bath tub, tied up and gagged. Ren could coo at how lovely the sight was, the idiot so helpless and scared. Even in pink footies, the other was terrified of Ren, and he had good reason to be. “Have you been waiting for little old me?” He asked with a sweet smile. The man’s eyes only widened as he tried screaming louder.
“Go ahead baby boy, let it all out!” He laughed softly and moved to sit beside the tub. The man wasn’t a target or in trouble with the gang. Ren was torturing him for personal reasons. He was a fool, a photographer that had been bold enough to grope his precious Minki. Ren had taken over their body at that point and lured the fool into their apartment, and from there he ended up tied in his bathtub.
Tears streaked the photographer’s cheeks, proof of how weak he is. “I’m sorry baby, am I scaring you?” Ren rested his head on the edge of the tub and pouted playfully. “Do you want me to stop it?” The idiot nodded frantically and Ren only laughed.
“I’ll make the fear stop, don’t worry baby boy.” A cold knife was pressed against the photographer’s neck quick as lightning, and before he could even register what was happening, the knife dragged across his throat. Rich dark blood began pouring out of his neck, a pretty little waterfall. Ren watched in awe as it pooled inside his tub, beautiful and tick. The fool’s screams and cries only lasted a few more moments before he body went stiff.
Ren lifted his limp arms and dragged the knife up the length of each one. More blood gushed out in thick waves, a sight he craved. At this point Minki was blocking out everything. He didn’t want to see what Ren was doing. After he also dragged the knife down his chest and legs, the bath filling with blood. Once he felt he had enough, the pink footies came off, and Ren was tossing the bleeding body to the floor of his bathroom.
His naked body slipped into the thick pool of crimson, lips set into an impossibly happy grin. Blood coated his porcelain like pale skin, covering it in rich red. “So pretty….” He murmured to himself. Nothing was more beautiful to Ren than blood, and being covered in it was all the better. The dead body was long forgotten, and Ren spent the rest of his night enjoying his special bathtime.
