The Moment of Sunset
PM 9:20
“This disgusting smell is our Nastassja’s scent?”
K mutters while contorting his face exaggeratedly as if unable to believe it.
J is watching K’s face, glowing eerily in the flash of white lightning, with an expressionless gaze.
K carelessly drops the black bag on the table and strides into the room J had just emerged from. The largest room in this house, used as their master bedroom. Surely the room where lovely Nastassja must be sleeping deeply.
Bursting open.
With hawk-like eyes, he first traces the clean bed with fresh sheets.
The sheets that seem like they’d give off a fluffy fresh scent invoke a strange sense of discord, as if just changed moments ago. Nastassja was nowhere to be seen. Not even in the small attached bathroom from which J is presumed to have showered.
My Nastassja does not exist.
“J.”
Impatient K slightly wets his lips with saliva.
“Where is Nastassja?”
J says nothing.
Though he’s just as indifferent as usual, strangely today that emotionless expression and taciturnity suddenly sparks irritation. To the point where the fact that he was in such a good mood he was humming just moments ago seems like a lie.
“Speak, J.”
“……”
“Where did you hide my Nastassja? Hm?”
Sensing K’s bloodshot eyes flashing dangerously, J finally exhales a small sigh and replies nonchalantly as if nothing’s wrong.
“He’s… a bit hurt.”
Hurt.
Unable to understand what that word “hurt” means, K just stares at his face blankly in the darkness.
Kurururung.
Kurururu, kwang! Kwang!!!
The rain was tremendous.
However, K, who safely descended to the underground parking lot under his subordinates’ protection and came up by elevator, has not a single stain or trace of filth on his neatly dressed suit.
K is that kind of man.
Though he’s a beast and trash born from dirty seed worse than any filth, his outer garments are the highest-priced brands worth millions of won. The watch he wears is the work of an Italian craftsman worth over ten million won, and his always well-polished shoes are original limited editions from luxury brands.
J considered such a K to be the ultimate symbol of modern society’s absurdity.
Because of bastards like that, the world becomes polluted and dirty.
“You say he’s hurt.”
“……”
“What happened with Nastassja while I was gone, J?”
K lets out a laugh—hahaha—toward J who replies calmly.
But J knows that those cruel beast-like eyes are certainly not laughing.
“Now that I think about it, didn’t I tell you to take him to the hospital today?”
J shuts his mouth like a clam again.
“What did they say at the hospital?”
“……”
“Did they examine that cute little asshole too? If the doctor bastard saw Nastassja’s asshole, he surely couldn’t have resisted fucking it.”
He roughly loosens his tie and starts spouting off recklessly.
When he becomes this talkative, it means the prelude to rage has begun.
“I’ll ask just one more time, J.”
Sharp eyes rippling with black fury.
“Where is Nastassja?”
It was time to tell the truth honestly.
In the direction J’s gaze indicates exists the room where they had confined the boy when they first kidnapped him. A space abandoned without use for a while. A room modified solely for the purpose of breeding, with windows completely blocked so not even sunlight could enter, lest the boy harbor other thoughts and try to escape.
Confining the boy in that room again means punishment.
Whether he bit down slightly on the man’s cock while performing oral sex, or didn’t eat the given food deliciously, or unnecessarily whined and upset his masters.
In such cases, it was the room where he was left for a while for disciplinary purposes.
“Why.”
K asks, grinning.
“Did our little bastard not listen?”
“Today at the hospital…”
J’s voice becomes locked. It had been the worst day for him too, all energy drained. Especially when Min acted that way in front of people, he responded calmly with effort, but the truth was he was nervous that someone suspicious might report them.
Fortunately, God was on his side.
But he can’t relax yet. After getting out of prison, J has become even more severely unable to trust human society than before.
“Min tried to escape.”
“……”
“He was spouting nonsense, calling out for grandmother. If I hadn’t dragged him away quickly, we might be at the police station by now. If that had happened, you and I would have had to hold out both hands to the police who came through the rain.”
“……”
K’s face, which had been quietly listening to J’s words without speaking, instantly contorted viciously.
Bang!
K’s gaze, having flung the door wide open with a loud noise, fixates directly on one corner of the room.
A miserable body wrapped up tightly as if packaged in a blanket.
The sight of the boy unconscious with foam at his mouth fills his vision.
The boy, left naked, doesn’t even move as if dead. K, who quickly approached his side, checks his breathing with skilled hands. Fortunately, he’s still breathing.
In other words, proof that he’s not dead yet. When he lifts the blanket, the reality is even more miserable.
After cruelly abusing the boy’s body for hours like that, J had carried the unconscious boy into the bathtub and roughly wiped away the bloodstains.
But the problem was with the completely torn anus. The flesh inside the anus was grotesquely protruding, continuously dripping fresh blood without stopping. Since it wasn’t a hole designed for sexual intercourse in the first place, it was a natural result in a way. Rather, it was miraculous that it hadn’t been ruined until now.
J, who had first dug out with his hands the semen that had pooled deep inside the anus and barely extracted it, was already exhausted just from this. Moreover, K would be returning soon.
I made a mistake.
What a mess… what a mess.
Biting his lip, J racked his brain for a moment. Even though it was a shared possession, he thought that if K found out he had worked the boy—practically a sacrifice dedicated to himself—so hard while he was gone, K wouldn’t stay still given his personality.
An enraged K is a monster even he can’t handle.
K was someone who somehow got entangled in his life in this way, but honestly speaking, he was no different from a foreign substance. If he hadn’t been caught up in that fox bastard’s schemes and ended up in prison, he would have been someone he’d never encounter in his entire life.
They belong to completely different worlds.
What should I do?
He tried splashing cold water and slapping his cheeks a few times to bring him to his senses, but this time the shock was so severe that the boy showed no signs of waking up at all.
Is he dead?
But his pulse is definitely beating. He’s not dead yet.
Even if K would inevitably notice anyway, this was the only best option for now. He first changed the master bedroom’s blood-soaked sheets to clean ones and put the blood-stained blanket deep inside the wardrobe. He wrapped the washed boy tightly in a blanket and carried him into the “punishment room,” laying him down quietly. Judging by the faint spasms occasionally occurring around his eyes, it seemed he would wake up before long.
When he wakes up, he won’t speak for a while due to shock.
If he just becomes mute forever like this.
That wouldn’t be bad either.
If only he hadn’t needlessly called out for grandmother. If only he hadn’t touched my nerves like that, I wouldn’t have made you into this kind of mess.
J cowardly rationalized his actions.
“J.”
K’s voice, obscured by the sound of rain and thunder, can’t be heard well.
“Why is the child like this?”
“……”
“His whole body is a mess. There are marks of strangulation too…”
K’s neurotic hand movements roughly turned the boy’s body over. Looking at the traces of the crushed hole, he was truly shocked.
“Nastassja… my Nastassja…”
Those murderous eyes now had the complete form of a beast.
“Has become a complete rag.”
“……”
“Which fucking bastard secretly defiled my cute son so miserably behind my back?”
“……”
K grins, baring his teeth. At the same time, lightning struck again with a flash.
The moment J faces K’s dangerously glowing face filled with madness, he unconsciously takes a slight step back.
“How should I deal with that bastard, J?”
He slowly approaches J, who is backing away after rising to his feet.
“What would you do, J?”
“K… I…”
“If my cute Nastassja… my one and only alter ego and lovely son was shattered to pieces like that by some bastard other than his father… what would you do? Would you cut off his throat while he’s still alive, or would you tear his limbs to shreds? Hm?”
