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Chapter Zero
“Kiyoung-ssi, you must be well aware by now what exactly I have brought you here with me for.”
No, I do the fuck NOT.
"I’m aware that my actions are a bit presumptuous, however since it’s you Kiyoung-ssi I think you'd realize that this was inevitable."
“No… I’m not quite aware of what you expect from me”, said Kiyoung, narrowing his eyes.
Hyunsung’s intense gaze locked onto Kiyoung’s apprehensive yet unbending eyes. Hyunsung scanned the shorter man’s figure, with apparent satisfaction.
Hyunsung had no doubt that if Kiyoung’s hands weren’t bound together behind his back, he'd glare back while he'd have his hands crossed together, returning the same smoldering yet defiant, unsteady yet cautious gaze towards his captor.
At that thought, Hyunsung lightly smiled. His eyes glittering with childish wonder and admiration towards the smaller man, he decidedly faced the man and began his spiel.
“Kiyoung-ssi… to me you are my God. After our first meeting, that image of a cruel, unmerciful, unforgiving God was seared into my soul. I’m well aware that I’m an unworthy, worthless peon that dares bestow himself in your holy, unforgiving presence. However, I can ensure that no other mortal will ever carry half the devotion and faith towards you that I hold within my soul.”
Kiyoung’s last remaining braincell gleefully screeched as it dove off a thousand-foot dive-board and onto concrete pavement, firmly putting a halt to every discernable thought.
Ah shit… Why couldn’t you just be a serial killer or rapist? At least that way- I could’ve died with some dignity. If I get butchered into scraps dressed like one of those weird ass Russian dolls with a red veil for this hokey-pokey, voodoo cult worshipping business, I’m going to get dragged into some emo teenage shluck’s sadcringe Tiktok edit with violins playing in the background.
Or worse yet, I’ll end up being analyzed by some podcast hosting, pseudo-intellectual hippie who owns an Etsy shop selling crystals going on about “Lee Kiyoung, The Tragic Cult Idol”, “And how to properly align your chakras to make people obsessed with you like Lee Kiyoung”. If this dipshit regurgitates half the crap he’s deluded himself with; if he’s ever put on trial, I’d lack dignity for my soul to carry over for my next 3 reincarnations.
“As much as I appreciate your enthusiasm, I’m not particularly eager to play God for any of your unstable followers you recruit into this farce.”
At this mention, Hyunsung’s mouth quivered as his features rearranged themselves into a wronged expression. The resulting whine out of his mouth made him sound like a kicked puppy.
What the fuck? Why do I suddenly feel like I said something bad?
“Kiyoung-sii...” Tears swelled in the corners of his eyes as he whined.
“Why would you ever think of something like that?”
“Errr…” Somehow Kiyoung’s logical thought process seemed to evade this man’s existence.
“You’re mine Kiyoung-ssi. You are my one and only God. I refuse to let anyone else ever approach you.”
“I like that you are mine. And that I’m the only one who’ll ever truly see you. I’m the only one who you abuse, yell at and deliver salvation to.”
“So… Please do not ever repeat such terrible things again.”
Somehow, Kiyoung experienced an indiscernible yet familiar emotion, likes of which he’d only previously experienced when he missed a step traversing down a flight of stairs.
He wants “Salvation”. And he wants me to degrade him too? Goddammit, you repressed Norman Bates knock-off! Just because you’ve had mommy issues your entire life, doesn’t mean that you kidnap the first stranger who leads to the awakening of your inner-masochist.
Some of us have jobs, and bills to pay! Do you have any idea how much rent is in this part of town? I’m paying through pennies for my day-to-day expenses. Fuck you, buddy. You could at least have the decency to slit my throat after you’ve cost me my job and on top of that left me homeless too.
A light bulb went off in Kiyoung’s head at that exact moment.
Wait… why am I worrying about my rent when there’s a walking wallet in front of me? Based on the size of the tips he left, not to mention the stuffy clothes. That’s right, this bastard just dug his own grave, when I’m through with him, he’s going to have to munch on quarters to get some iron in his blood stream with how much I’ll bleed his wallet dry.
Let it not be said that Lee Kiyoung is a pessimist, a man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do to survive capitalism.
Besides surviving a kidnapping might spice up his résumé either way.
“Quit wasting my time, and just get to whatever the fuck you want from me, I can’t stand another second of your dawdling.”
"I want you to treat me like the worthless subhuman trash I am.”
Kiyoung aptly wondered if he could charge by the minute for this insanity.
"The Hell I will, you braindead, masochistic fuck.”
The resulting radiance in Hyunsung's smile made the man look positively angelic.
Ehh... I've had worse experiences working in customer service.
Kiyoung had a feeling that he was overqualified for hostage situations.