Hands gripping his hair, pulling his collar , toying with his clothes , he was almost making you feel bad. If it wasn't for how those hands coldly killed Se-mi night ago. Miserable, pathetic and obviously needy, he was begging at the guards to let him go back for only a second.

Desorientated, he got up after being roughed up by the guards to reach the bed close to yours. If it wasn't for Thanos, you would probably have taken the furthest bed and hate this man along the other, but the temporary feeling of safety and appreciation for Se-mi , got you in this situation.

The last two of the Thanos's group. The last two of the group that brought the game this far. The least two capable of going further alone.

Sat on her bed, you thought of the money and the next vote before you heard someone speaking behind you. Mumbles and slurs came to your ears as you recognised the voice of the addict.

His word had no longer meaning, forced to fit together to externalize his forced withdrawal.

Slowly falling into Morpheus's arms, your sore body finally relaxed with the light going off before you felt your breathing gets harder. In fact something was restraining your mouth and dragging you out of your sheets. Fighting off the hand, you were only pulled closer to the thick body ,walking with difficulty to a corner. You recognised the ring and the tattoo from the arm clawing at your head and all it did was double your worries.

"Stop it already." He mumbled, sighing heavily. Your movements only managed to disturb his weak balance while you tried to grab the metal from the bed you passed by.

"If it was Thanos, you wouldn't behave like that. You're all the same you women." He said with difficulty, with his throat tightening on the name. He used his second hand to awkwardly search to pass under your arms and bring you faster away.

The second his arm leave your body, you open your mouth before getting shoved into the wall with his hands clawing over your jaw.

"Just.." He started hesitant. "Just a release" He begged his expression looking at you as if you were the only person capable of saving him. Theoretically, you were. Practically, you were the last shot of highness he could get from this pit of hell.

"You want alright? I'm in my right yea? Of course I can alright?" You felt like he was trying to persuade himself more than you. He ran a hand in his hair, the other holding you before pulling on his shirt as if he was choking.

"Women just need a lead. I will lead you" He roughly turned you , face to the wall before sliding an arm around your neck. He shushed you as he slid an huried hand to free you from your pants.

Divided between maintaining your weak breathing and holding your clothes, you felt your eyes getting blurry before pain in your lower belly brought you back to your harsh reality. You were at the mercy of a fucking junkie getting into your pants.

His thick cock found its way in a single fast thrust, pushing you against the wall at the same moment he bottomed you. You yelped and squirmed at his egoistical treatment. His second arm slid under your chest , securing you for his futur movement while he drowned your ears in stuttering apologies and justifications.

He pulled back resting his forehead on your shoulder before going in roughly again, arching your back at the feeling of the hit in your cervix.

His irregular thrusts then took a fast rhythm while his hands were constantly roaming over you. You felt the air knock off of your lungs at his sloppy assault on, you giving up on the idea of fighting in such an unfair combat.

By moment his incoherent speech was cut by heavy sighs and quiet moans, reminding you how he was getting off on your used self. You ended up paying attention to his words noticing his sentences fumbling between praising your behavior and mixed feeling toward your person.

"fuck i'm gonna get addicted to you instead" his head falling over your shoulder.

"I should fucking slaughter you on spot for .. for having such a choke hold on me" his hips hitting yours harder.

Then you felt his hands shake over your chest before delivering extra pound that costed him long heavy whimpers as Namgyu brought you closer almost in a loving embrace if it wasn't for the hand over your mouth and his body raping yours.

Miserable, pathetic, and ridiculous was all his poor tentative was making you think as he kept you in his arms while cumming. Anger helped you breathe before the reality stuck up in your throat: he had you defiled for his own good.

Legs not holding you fairly anymore and tears flooding your face brought Nam-Gyu back to earth. You witnessed his flushed face look at yours with concern as his grip on you got stronger.

"You felt that too ?" his voice filled with delusion, pressing his feelings over yours.

"You can just accept it, i'm not going to make you regret it" he mumbled while attempting to corrupt your melting brain. Was it working? You sure wouldn't regret relying on another addiction after ending up so low.

His determined hands flipped you over with ease before finding their way on your hips. You felt him adjusting your limp limbs around his waist. Manhandled in a fake lover embrace, you obeyed his orders and laid your arms over his shoulder while hoping for mercy. Your weeping expression crossed gaze with his stern look, his eyes squinting and aching for more. Almost you could almsot recognized his high eyes in those one.

His fingers forced your mouth open and pressed on your tongue to silence your pleas while he snuck up his fingers inside your dirtied panties. Twisted smile was drawn on his face as he earned reactions from you to his awkward movement on your lower.

His shaft pressed against your abused cunt pulling desperate sounds from you as Nam-gyu shushed you. Starting again his forbidden assault, circling over your numbness,kissing the tears off of you, moving you up and down with the strength of each shove, you were barely even feeling the pain of his intrusion as you started to recognize the familiar knots tightening in your guts.

He snickers, proud of the shakiness spreading in your legs as he pumped you faster and came along with you. He drove his cock some more, stuffing you with your mixed release before keeping you there and laying his head on your form before mumbling again.

detective!eunseok who’s been working on this case for a few months now. losing sleep,drowning himself in caffeine as he tries to finish the puzzle.

after countless interrogations,searches and botched arrests he finally thinks he has the culprit. and it’s you. he smirks to himself when he realizes that it could be you,that it’s definitely you. but you were smart to fly under his radar. he didn’t think that a meek girl like you would be capable of committing such a gruesome murder.

all the evidence points to you. and all the evidence also points to this being a self defense murder. not with any malicious intent. he intends on finding out why. he stands by the doorway with his arms crossed as he looks at you sitting on the chair. a single light above you in the otherwise dim interrogation room. you’ve been here for hours already. trying to convince him to let you go. that you would never do anything like that. and at first it looks like he’s convinced, sighing. telling you some comforting words like,”we’ll catch the culprit in no time”.

and just when you’re about to breathe a sigh of relief,he comes closer. leaning halfway on the edge of the table,above you. his presence imposing as he towers over you. the white light illuminating his features and making him even more intimidating. “was it self defense?” he suddenly asks after moments of silence. your breath hitches in your throat. that’s when it dawns on you that he’s probably figured this out even before you were called into the station. he was just toying with you. he smirks when he sees you looking up at him in shock,but still trying to act natural. he knows all of these tactics.

“i didn’t-“ you stammer,but he shushes you with a finger on your lip. “why did you kill him?” he probes even further. carefully watching every micro expression on your face. tears well up in your eyes because you know you have to admit to it now. “he raped me! i was walking home from a party and-“ yelling out,tears streaming down your face as you laid down your confession. he shushes you once again. “he raped you?” eunseok doesn’t feel bad. he would if that man was still alive. but in his mind,murder is murder. and you committed murder. you committed the act of taking someone’s one and only life.

he studies you as he asks more uncomfortable questions. “and what were you wearing?” your brows furrow at his question. did that really matter? but when you start to get emotional,he’d stare down at you. all calm and composed. “did you provoke him? you probably did” he continued,”if i saw you walking down the street…”. his eyes grazing down your body as he bit his lip,letting the sentence linger in the air and leaving it up to interpretation.

getting up abruptly,you made your way to the door,fed up with the sleazy detective. he stops you with one hand before you can reach the door. “where do you think you’re going?” “i’m getting out of here”. he chuckles at your response,clearly amused with your wittiness. “you just confessed to murder. you’re not going anywhere sweetheart” and with that he turns you around and slams you on the table. your face hits the material hard,making you wince. his hand goes under your skirt,groping your cheeks.

he takes your hands behind your back,keeping them in place with his free hand. you start kicking your feet,attempting to step on him with your heels. “let go!” you yell,he chuckles again. “or what? you’re going to kill me like that poor guy?” his tone is mocking,as he laughs at your poor attempts to break free. “think you’re a big girl now? think that it’ll only happen once?” he presses himself to your ass. you scream as you feel him underneath his pants. “you shouldn’t have worn such a short skirt,sweetheart. not then and not now. and those heels…” he hisses as you try to step on him with your heels.

— visibly caught off-guard by that question, you look up to see the sly smile on his face. "you want me to what?"

— oh, you remind him of a little puppy. the softly furrowed eyebrows, the head tilt, the innocence in your expression. he's not even religious, but "good god" is all his brain repeats as he looks at you. he barely processes the words that have left your mouth—the puffiness of your lips..

"yah, su-bong!"

"mm?"

— yeah, he's a goner already. bad idea. maybe he shouldn't have suggested that.

"moan for my song." aaaaaaaaaand, there it is again. he should just shut up at this point.

"sure. how do you want to do this?"

nevermind. he's definitely not shutting up anytime soon, now that you've agreed. fuck yeah! no comments from you, no weird looks—no convincing was needed to get you to say yes, either.

— breathy whines fill up the room, the air sticky with the sweat clinging to both your bodies. buried deep inside of you, each sharp thrust has your gummy walls fluttering around his cock, begging to be painted white with his cum.

— yes, most of this, if not all of it, is being recorded on the voice notes app on his phone.

all those "keep going"s, "mmf, right there"s, even the "'m gonna cum" that's muffled by the fluffy pillow your face is buried in, he's got 'em captured. and he WILL be adding those to his songs. for his next album? all of the songs are gonna have your sweet, melodic cries of pleasure in them—hell, he's even gonna have your face as the cover, will probably force you to do a photoshoot with him.

you sob under his palm and he just rolls his eyes as he continues his brutal pace.

“would you chill out babe? it feels great, you know it does, don’t play so hard to get!”

you bite his hand with every last bit of strength you have until you taste blood and he quickly takes his hand off of your mouth, letting out an “ow” and a “you fucking bitch”. he lifts his hand and lands a swift slap on your face, practically making your head spin around, the stinging sensation starting to spread throughout your face. you just scream at him. you don’t scream for help to people that may be around and you don’t scream just to scream, no, you just scream at him, telling him to stop. begging him to stop. he mutters a “goddamnit” before pulling out of you and reaching into his front seat to grab something. you don’t want to know what it is, and you start trying to open the door over and over. the slapping of the handle against the door and the flipping of the car lock doing nothing. you slam on the window, handprints coating it, praying someone, anyone, would hear you.

he turns back to you and pulls you down onto the seat, forcing you to lay down. he presses a hand onto your stomach. it’s such little pressure, but with the muscles he has, it was enough to keep you completely still.

“listen,”

he takes his hand off of your stomach, putting his arm in front of his face and pouring a white powdered substance onto it, using his finger to shape it into the perfect line. he then leans all the way onto you, his dick rubbing against your leg, twitching, and his body weight holding you down. he puts his arm in front of your face and stares at you dead in the eyes with those blown out pupils.

“you need to chill out, yeah? just let thanos take care of you.”

he pushes his arm up to your face, the white powder rubbing against your nose.

“do you need me to show you what to do?”

he plugs one of his nostrils with his fingers and snorts a little bit of the line of powder into his nose, throwing his head back after and rubbing his tatted hands through his purple locks. he puts his arm back up to your face and you turn away. he lets out an obnoxious childish “ughh”, before plugging one of your nostrils for you and putting his arm right up to your nose so that even if you didn’t necessarily snort it, if you had just breathed in then it would end up going up your nose. he placed his other hand over your mouth so you couldn’t resort to just breathe with your mouth. your eyes water from the burning sensation and he moves his arm away and his palm from your face. he shakes the left over powder onto your neck and snorts it there, making sure to drag it out terribly slow, his nose grazing every sensitive point there was.

“i swear i’ll tell everyone! let me out!”

he just laughs. not sarcastically either, a genuine laugh. he seriously found it funny.

“really? any girl would kill to be in your position right now. you seriously think anyone would believe you anyways?”

he wraps his hand around your neck. not squeezing just yet, but none the less, it causes the tears to slip out of your eyes and your lip to give the slightest quiver.

“hey, hey, hey! would ya’ stop bein’ so serious? the dramatics are killin’ me over here babe.”

he runs his other hand through his hair once again, ignoring your hands clawing at his arm.

“my friend is right outside the car and i promised him that if nobody bothered us, that he could get a turn with you back at my place. so can i at least cum before he opens the door? you’re reallyyyyy fuckin’ blue balling me over here.”

your eyes widen and you get even more desperate. clawing even harder and kicking your feet underneath him. you don’t know how he’s had this much patience, you would’ve thought he’d done much worse by now than slap you. and although a small amount, whatever he had you snort off of his arm was starting to fuck with your vision. his hair was a brighter shade of purple. so so, so fucking bright. it hurts your eyes so much, but everything else was so so blurry. his hair was the only thing you could see. everything blurs so much more when he finally starts putting pressure around your neck and actually begins to choke you once he finally forces himself inside of you.

“fuckkkk…that’s right baby, just keep squeezing me like that. holy shit you feel so good.”

your hits become sloppier, the scratches breaking less and less skin on his arms, your legs moving slower and slower. you hold onto his hands hoping to get them to loosen up but they just won’t. you try begging him, pleading him to just let go, but it just feels too good, he can’t. how could he stop when your neck is just such good leverage for him? but finally, he lets go and pulls out.

“fuck, señorita. keep that same energy when we go for round two.”

he pulls his pants up before climbing into the front seat, knocking onto the window as if signaling to someone. and as soon as he does, the back seat door opens and whom you can assume is his friend jumps into the car. you can’t see him though. thanos’s purple hair in the front seat still being the only thing you can make out.

“wow, you look a fucking mess.”

“me or her?”

you recognized his voice. it was namgyu. everyone who went to the club knew him. he was the biggest fucking junkie there was. nobody wanted near him, not even other junkies, and that’s saying something. well, nobody except thanos. but sometimes you don’t even think thanos wants namgyu near him. he ignores thanos’s question and pulls you onto his lap, prodding at your thighs and holding them open with his own legs, his arms hugging yours tight to your sides. the engine of the car blares and you realize that once you get on the road, it might be your only chance out of this nightmare.

he plunges his fingers straight into your core without warning, causing you to let out a hiss. thanos snaps his head back at the sound and yells at namgyu to “be gentle”.

“don’t rip her open man, i still got some more rounds in me…”

“would you just keep your eyes on the road?”

you squirm in his lap, pushing yourself against his growing erection to get away from his fingers but they only follow your every movement. you can’t look out the window to see where you are, the blurring only getting worse with every light seeping into the car. plus, the windows are obscenely foggy. even without your blurry eyes you wouldn’t be able to see. despite his frame being much smaller than thanos’s, he’s still stronger than you. nothing you do can push his fingers out and nothing you do can get him off of you.

“get off of me—”

it came out quieter than you would’ve liked, and he just scoffs at the pathetic attempt. instead of responding immediately , he just shoves another finger into you causing you to throw your head back onto his shoulder. despite obviously never touching a woman before, his sloppy circles on your clit and finger thrusts in you were slowly pushing you over the edge and you knew that the inevitable was going to happen. there’s nothing you can do physically so you just opt to scream. loud. like really loud. you had no idea if there were cars nearby or people walking, you just knew you wanted out of this damn car and that the only thing you could do was beg or scream. thanos immediately slams his hands on his ears dramatically and decides to just blast some shitty rap music to drown out your sounds. you didn’t care if you lost your voice, you were still going to keep screaming over the music. you couldn’t take this. but the moment you open your mouth again, something sharp digs into your neck. it pierces your skin tightly and you can only assume it’s a knife, which causes you to shrink into namgyu even more.

“if you move, scream, or speak one more time, i swear i’ll cut your throat right open. you got it?”

you just still, tensing every muscle in your body.

“i’ve always wanted to break a bitch like you in. you think you’re too good to get fucked?”

he rubs his thumb even harder on your clit, dragging it up and down. going from extremely fast to extremely slow dragged out rubs.

“i’m gonna squeeze orgasm after orgasm out of you up until we get to his shitty apartment.”

thanos couldn’t hear that over the music. you could hear him obnoxiously singing with the lyrics, probably getting every single one wrong. you swallow tightly.

“by the time i’m done and i pull my fingers out of you, your slutty pussys gonna be begging for something to be stuffed in there. gonna feel too empty for a whore like you i’m sure.”

he presses the knife deeper into your neck and you can feel a long stream of blood drip down your neck. you try to crane your neck away but he just presses it deeper in and you can now feel a waterfall of blood pouring down your neck, causing you to cry and beg him to stop.

“please, i’m sor—”

“didn’t i say not to move?”

he presses it ever so slightly deeper.

“didn’t i say not to speak?”

he twists it now, causing the gash to become wider before letting out a sigh and pulling it out of your neck and ripping his fingers out of your pussy, causing you to clench on nothing, shamefully so. you whine in embarrassment hoping he didn’t notice. it wasn’t intentional, it was just a natural response. but of course, he takes it how he sees it. you really think he seriously knows anything about a woman’s anatomy let alone a woman in general? no. so of course when he sees your poor empty hole clench on nothing the moment he rips his fingers out he laughs.

“guess i was right, huh? of course i was right. all you girls do is beg and beg to get fucked but then you play hard to get right when a guys all hot and bothered.”

he takes his now free hand and squeezes your cheeks between his fingers, making sure to still squeeze his arm tightly around yours, still continuing to keep you still and his legs still keeping your own spread.

“you’re over here acting like you’re too good for me. did you act like that with him?”

“n—”

he places the knife on your lips, the blood from your neck smearing and the taste of iron slipping into your mouth causing you to cringe and gag. you attempt to move away but he just holds your face tighter and clicks his tongue.

“aht—don’t move. wouldn’t wanna cut your mouth open. don’t think thanos would wanna taste the blood when he’s lapping at your mouth like a dog. it’s pathetic, honestly.”

he squeezes your cheeks tighter, waiting for you to open it fully and so you do, and the moment he does he plunges the knife straight into your mouth, the only thing sticking out being the handle.

“by the time i take it out of your mouth, it better be spotless.”

you hated both of them, but at this point you were praying that thanos would turn the damn music down and turn around. and as if your prayers were answered he turns his head around, then turns around again to make sure what he’s seeing isn’t just a hallucination and he turns down the music. not to zero because he still has to have it on, of course, but it’s quieter now.

“woah, woah man, what the fuck are you doing?”

he leans into the backseat and rips the knife out of your mouth, carelessly so, but at least he took it out. he throws it in the front seat and you can hear namgyu mumbling annoyances under his breath.

“what the fuck man? i said you could fuck her, not kill her!”

namgyu pushes you off of him in annoyance, not that there was really anywhere for you to go so it didn’t particularly help you in anyway.

“i wasn’t killing her, just scaring her. y’needa learn how to put a bitch in her place.”

you interrupt their arguing by pounding on the windows once again. you missed a few times, pounding on the car seats a few times because of the blurriness. everything was a blurry shade of gray and black besides thanos’s stupid fucking hair. speaking of hair, namgyu pulls you back by yours, keeping an iron grip on it so you can’t move to the window. in fact, you can’t move at all without it feeling like your skull is on fire. soon after, everything becomes muted as if you’re underwater. you can’t hear things properly anymore. you had never done drugs before and although you hadn’t taken that much of a line, you still took a line nonetheless. you figured everything would just stay blurry since nothing else had happened for a while but now you couldn’t hear anything. you don’t know if they were still arguing and you don’t know if they were even talking anymore.