Taxidermy
AM 0:40
After a round of showtime ends, what remains are only traces of filth stained on pure skin.
Min, covered all over his body with K’s semen, was staring at the air with a blank gaze. It’s unknown whether it’s unfortunate or fortunate that he hasn’t completely lost consciousness yet. In this place, Min knows nothing.
The boy had become an idiot like that.
Who must only joyfully await the semen the men feed him.
K quietly caressed the boy’s drooping body for a while.
The boy’s body, covered all over with the secret seed he had sprayed and giving off a fishy smell, was like a fish. A plump, appetizing fish well-dried under sunlight. Yet the strangeness of no soul existing within the empty eyes.
When he placed his hand lightly on the Adam’s apple, the boy was still breathing.
He wasn’t dead yet.
He wouldn’t kill him.
That was K and J’s tacit rule.
Then why on earth are they playing this insane game?
Even they don’t know the reason. They had already crossed the boundary line long ago to search for detailed reasons.
The only one clear fact was the premonition that they would suffer severe withdrawal symptoms if they stopped this game.
K smoked cigarettes for a long time beside the boy who was gasping shallow breaths. Until he started quitting smoking a few years ago for health reasons, he had been what’s called a heavy smoker. Quitting cigarettes was a more painful ordeal than suppressing the urge to kill. However, he had made up his mind resolutely and succeeded in quitting cigarettes.
Until he met Min.
Every time he looked at the boy.
Every time he looked at the young body drenched from head to toe in the semen he had scattered.
He became desperate for cigarettes that he had lived forgetting about.
Black ashes fell off the cigarette he’d lit again after a long time. Because of the cigarette scent deeply embedded in every callused joint, K was certain he could never quit cigarettes again.
“Is this also your doing, J?”
K, who had been fiddling with the boy’s bald mountain-like lower area where no hair could be found, quietly muttered toward J. J nodded slightly.
K’s lips spread wide mischievously.
“If you look closely, you also have really bad taste.”
“……”
“Do you know you’re more cruel than me? This kid hasn’t completely abandoned you yet, J. When he decides to escape from this place someday, he probably still hasn’t given up hope that you’ll be the only one he can ask for help. Because Natasha is such a pure existence… though with that little head, he can’t think of anything beyond that anyway.”
J was sitting elegantly in a chair with his long legs crossed, throwing only an unreadable gaze toward K.
Escape.
The boy’s escape.
It wasn’t that he hadn’t thought about it.
But he didn’t want to acknowledge it. The longer the time of domestication… J had developed a stronger tendency to think of the boy as part of his own body.
A dangerous thought that just as the boy is going insane, perhaps I too am going insane, enchanted by the magic the boy casts.
You can’t leave me.
Absolutely not.
When the topic of escape came up, a dangerous gleam rose in J’s slender eyes.
“Pretty.”
K, who had been kneading the boy’s drooping cock like a toy while holding a cigarette in his mouth, muttered.
“Every part of our Natasha is tender.”
The clean body that J had carefully washed was already covered with the man’s semen smell, giving off the scent of a female in heat. K sniffed and took in the body odor the boy emitted with his whole body. A face that seemed like it would give off the scent of white milk. The characteristic body odor of a deathly pale, parched body.
A body that had only retained young vigor when it was unburned becomes completely dyed with the men’s corrupt smell.
K became excited and lustful again.
“J.”
“……”
“Will we… have to kill Natasha in the end?”
K, who had been glancing at J’s calmly settled reaction, slowly stroked the pitiful face of the boy whose tears had dried up.
“This kind of feeling is honestly a first for me.”
“……”
“I don’t want to kill him. He’s too precious to kill.”
K, who had transformed into a blood-starved beast’s eyes in an instant, bit down hard on Min’s nape.
“But to taxidermy him inside me while he’s this beautiful, no more years are needed. A short life suits this child. That kind of death where he’s taxidermied as is in his most beautiful period. What do you think, J? Don’t you think so?”
J falls into thought for a moment.
What should I do with Min?
What should I do with the boy from now on?
For a perfect crime, it would be better to play with him like this and then kill him without anyone knowing. Although it ended in failure, J, who had already experienced murder once, knew well that the act of killing a person didn’t require as much courage as one might think.
And K.
He doesn’t know how many people K has killed in his life so far. It’s not that he was lucky enough not to get caught, but that he meticulously hid it so it didn’t surface above water. K must have had experience killing many people.
But neither he nor K had yet made any concrete plan to kill the boy.
Come to think of it, that fact felt very strange.
A kidnapped hostage. And domestication.
A reality that must end someday.
If caught, it’s over. If Min even attempts to escape and makes contact with the police, he and K will never be safe. People’s nerves are already on edge due to violent crimes that occur almost daily. In this situation, if the fact that they sexually abused and killed a young man who had just passed the age of minority is discovered, it would become quite troublesome. Going to prison again isn’t really scary.
However, J was quite uncomfortable with the world’s gaze, people’s attention.
He wasn’t the type of personality who liked being in the spotlight.
If the moment to eliminate Min eventually comes….
Should I twist that handful of a neck to kill him?
Or should I feed him drugs to disguise it as poisoning?
Or should I dismember him?
His head became dizzy for a moment.
Why had I never once specifically thought about Min’s end? That was the most incomprehensible point even to J himself.
“Do we have to kill him?”
K’s gaze turned toward J who spoke first for the first time.
“Do we have to do such a troublesome thing?”
K stared piercingly at J without saying anything.
“Look, K. You’ve committed murder so you know better than anyone. That if the tail is long, you get caught. No matter how incompetent the police are, they won’t just sit by and watch a dangerous person like you. You’re a person of interest.”
At J’s words emphasizing “person of interest,” K laughed as if it were absurd.
“Fuck. You talk just like an annoying old man.”
“Moreover.”
J’s final words were even clearer.
“That child has absolutely no will to escape. If he had thought of it, he would have tried it already. But he doesn’t have the guts to be that strong. He knows well that if he gambles for nothing and gets caught again, he’ll ultimately become a dead life.”
“……”
“So that child won’t run away, K.”
“……”
“Don’t kill him.”
J raised his cold gaze to stare directly at K before him.
“Let’s raise him as long as possible. This pet dog.”
***
AM 7:00
It hurts.
It hurts so much.
Min raised his face that had become hot like a fireball and looked at the face of the familiar man sleeping while holding him in his arms.
Rough stubble marks that had settled darkly.
A faint scar etched long.
In fact, the man’s age is hard to gauge. A sharp face that looks to be in the late thirties, but seeing that he says he has a son around his own age, he seems to have passed his forties.
K wasn’t exactly a menacing-looking person. Rather, he’s a man with a rough, wild male scent to the extent that one might think he would have been called handsome in his younger days.
His body always smells dry like sand dried in the sun. And even a faint spreading cigarette scent.
The boy simply feels frustrated because he has no way to understand the obsession and possessiveness this man shows toward him.
But such things are only feelings from the beginning.
Now, fear, hatred… even the sliver of hope that he might pitifully regard his pleas and requests.
All have been lost.
Min made a groaning sound—hnnngh—sensing the heat spreading throughout his body.
The forced sex that continued almost daily had completely destroyed his body and mind.
Inside the hole that had held two of the men’s giant cocks, scabs had dried up, causing tremendous pain all day long. The bright red inner flesh swelled hideously as time passed. He thought that perhaps his anus might not function properly. Lately, Min had become very difficult to defecate. If he put even a little pressure on his anus, blood clots poured out. Every time he witnessed the bright red blood pouring from his body, the boy became terrified of his condition.
