Léonie ran for her life. Despite her heart pounding in her ears, she could always hear him. No matter which way she turned, he was always behind her. She was lost, deep in the maze of corridors of the Midwich school. When she arrived at the end of the hall, she had a fraction of a second to decide; left or right? The corridors were barely lit, and she couldn’t see more than a few feet in both directions. Both looked the same; she might have passed through them a dozen times, and she wouldn’t know it. She heard a thud close to her left ear and saw a flash of light as a beautifully crafted throwing knife dug into the wood. She screamed a short, high-pitched shriek that echoed through the corridors. With tears filling her eyes, she ran to the right, desperately trying to escape.
Ji-woon smiled and almost shivered when he heard her squeal. Such delicious music to his ears; this offering will be a masterpiece! He saw the flash of long blonde hair dart to the right. He already knew the maze of this school well. He knew she would flee in the opposite direction by throwing his knife with expert precision to the left. Had she turned left, she might have had a chance, but now her fate was sealed; she would only go deeper into the building, and he had the advantage. He could have killed her many times already with barely the flick of his wrist, but where is the fun in that? Her sobs, her crying, and the shrieks of terror would be the music he would make tonight. And she would be his masterpiece. He took out a new knife, the blade almost cutting the air in two and walked after her.
Léonie crouched hidden in a corner. If she didn’t move, if she didn’t make a sound, then maybe he wouldn’t find her. She covered her mouth with her hand, trembling. Tears fell from her flushed cheeks to the ground, making soft drip noises. Surely, he wouldn’t be able to hear that? A new thud and a sliver of metal missed her head by mere fractions. A small lock of blonde hair fell slowly to the ground, swaying slightly in the cold, death-ridden breeze.
Léonie screamed, her hands holding her head for fear of it falling off. The high-pitched sound echoed from wall to wall, filling the halls of learning with a sweet symphony of despair. She bounced up and bolted in the opposite direction. Ji-Woon, still trembling from the music to his ears resonating like a hit of drugs, followed. It would soon be over. Her last scream was perfection. The only thing left to do was end the concert; a few notes remained.
Léonie froze. She had again reached the end of a corridor that branched out and turned instinctively to the left, straight into a dead end. There were three doors, and all three were locked. The hunter had trapped his prey. She had no choice but to turn back. While pleading “No, no, no” under her breath, she turned around and bolted. Ji-woon sar her athletic figure in the darkness of the corridors bolt to the other side, but he had already known she would. His last throwing knife had already left his hand, whistling to his target.
Léonie again heard a thud despite the blood rushing through her ears. Suddenly, her left leg no longer responded, pulling her to the ground. She put out her arms to soften the blow and fell. She took a second to get her bearings, a second she didn’t have. She turned her body around to look at her leg. A throwing knife, intricately decorated, had gone through her shoe and pinned her to the wall. She pulled her leg, using her hands to help herself escape. She felt no pain; the knife had gone through the shoe’s sole without touching her skin. She whimpered as she tore her foot free from the shoe. She turned to look down the corridor and was greeted by a shadowy figure. With lightning speed and expert precision, his hand wrapped around her neck. Léonie, stunned, grabbed his wrist with both hands as he effortlessly lifted her up. She didn’t make a noise or try to scream; her eyes were locked onto his. For the first time in the evening, Ji-Woon felt confused. Why wasn’t she crying? No matter; he would finish his symphony when his knife ran through her flesh. She would scream. They always did.
Léonie felt his thumb push expertly onto her jugular vein. Slowly, he would constrict the blood, and she would be helpless to defend herself. Her eyes darted from his to his last remaining knife, a dagger that flashed in the room’s low light. She saw the glint of the blade through the kaleidoscope of tears in her eyes. She surrendered. Her life flashed in front of her eyes. So this is how she would die.
The grip released slowly, and she could feel the blood return to her head. She was put down gently as the figure in front of her dropped to one knee, his face close to hers. She looked into his eyes, and just for a second, she felt warm, starstruck. He was known for the saying – “Enjoy this moment; few get so close.” Looking into his eyes, Léonie finally understood the sentence. The ice-cold killer was gone, at least for the time being. Ji-Woon removed his glove and with a slow but careful movement, placed his hand back on Léonie’s throat. She didn’t resist; besides, there was nothing she could have done to stop him. Ji-Woon’s bare fingers placed themselves on her jugular and pressed gently. They wouldn’t stop the blood, but they would feel it. Unresisting and silent. Ji-Woon took his time to try to understand. He was so close; in mere seconds, he could hear her bleed, the delicate sound of her life leaving her veins. Why did he now want to?
He released his grip and hesitated. Slowly, he removed the buttons on his shirt, exposing his chest. He had a beautiful body, matching the K-Pop perfection of his face. He took Léonie’s hand and placed it in the center of his chest.
Léonie felt a powerful heartbeat through the palm of her hand. She gasped softly as she felt the surge through her hands, the pumping of the heart, and the rush of blood coursing through his veins after the chase. She gingerly lifted her other hand to place them side by side. She inhaled sharply as she felt the rhythmic beats deep inside his chest.
Ji-Woon put his knife back into the holster, and his hands passed under Léonie’s knees and her back as he lifted her up gently. The throwing knife remained neglected in the wood. He would fetch it later, along with the others, but he had other plans for now. Her body was slender, but she had an athletic build. She was the perfect prey; agile and fast. She had her chances, and now the hunter would get his reward.
He strolled through the corridor to an open classroom. This room was like the rest of the school; abandoned, dark. The floor was littered with paper, shards of wood, and from time to time, traces of previous victims. A single neon light illuminated the teacher’s desk, with student desks disappearing off into the darkness of the room.
Ji-Wood placed Léonie down delicately on the table, and she swiveled around, facing him. Timidly, she undid the last few buttons of his shirt, caressing his skin, her fingers searching for his heartbeat. Then it was his turn. She offered no resistance as he took out his knife. Her heart was pounding from a mixture of fear and excitement. His hand slid down, gripping the fabric of her top. He ran the knife slowly and carefully through the material, which tore with the softest of sounds, revealing her skin with each and every slow, calculated movement. He passed the dull side of his blade gently across her skin, from her stomach to her breasts. The sports bra offered little resistance to the sharp edge. It parted with a gentle snap, revealing her soft white skin and already erect nipples. Ji-Woon flicked the blade off using a quick movement of his wrist. The knife flew in the air, before landing point down on the wooden desk, in perfect precision. His hand moved between her breasts, his palm feeling her heartbeat. He was fascinated. He then removed his hand and gently pushed his head between her breasts, turning his head to place his head on her chest.
His gaze wandered off to the room’s darkness as he listened intently. His face was welcomed by the warmth of her skin, and her heart beat a piece of intense music into his ear, each beat almost more powerful than the previous. Ji-Woon typically took pleasure in hearing people die, but for once, he would take his time listening to her live.
Léonie removed the torn fabric of her top as Ji-Woon stepped back. The cloth fell to the floor, soon to become a relic for future hunts. Ji-Woon’s hands cupped her breasts lightly, his thumbs gently playing with Léonie’s nipples. When he moaned softly, he froze. He listened. This was another form of music. He moved his thumb again and was greeted by another soft moan. Soft, high-pitched, and sweet. Next, he pinched her right nipple and heard another music. Another moan, but slightly deeper and longer. He was creating the notes to a piece of new music in his head, and the symphony was about to begin.
Léonie lifted herself off the table using her hands as his hands ran down to the fabric on her waist. He pulled the fabric down gently, exposing more of her white skin until she finally sat naked in front of him. Ji-Woon took a step back and contemplated her body. She was magnificent, with beautiful breasts, an hourglass figure, and long, powerful legs. The marks of someone who cared for her body and trained herself. Her eyes were a mix of terror and calm, hinting at something Ji-Woon liked and could see in himself. Something dangerous.
Ji-Woon took a step back. He removed his shirt, folding it carefully, before placing it on a student’s desk. He removed his shoes and trousers, folding and placing them carefully. Léonie waited patiently, her eyes fixed on the bulge in his shorts. When it was time for him to remove his shorts, Léonie leaned slightly forward in anticipation as his erection sprang from captivity.
When he stepped forwards, Léonie spread her legs to offer herself to him. His right hand crept down between her legs to feel her warmth and desire, and he moved in closer to her. Their lips met, and they kissed in the darkness and cold of the abandoned classroom. Ji-Woon’s finger slowly entered her, and Léonie moaned in anticipation. He felt her warmth as her pussy lips parted, offering him no resistance.
He could contain his excitement no more. He grabbed his cock in his hand and positioned the tip between Leonie’s pussy lips, and then held her firmly by the waist. He moved slowly and slid into her unresisting warmth. She wrapped her arms around him and moaned softly, each movement followed by a muffled yell. He pulled slowly out before entering her again fully; his cock slid gently into her as her muscled tightened on his manhood. Soon, Ji-Woon used her as a musical instrument, experimenting with the moans as he moved faster and deeper, exploring her desire for him. His hands moved to her boobs, gently pinching her nipples, kneading her soft skin, and getting more excited as her moans increased. In the privacy of his hunting ground, no one could hear her scream for her life, and no one would hear her scream from his thrusting inside her.
He pulled out, and Léonie whimpered softly at the lack of feeling him inside her. He gestured with his hand, and she understood instantly. She slid over and set herself down on all fours on the desk. Ji-Woon jumped up athletically, settling down on his knees behind her. The desk was lit by harsh cold light, and they were surrounded by darkness. Only a few desks and chairs were witness to Ji-Woon contemplating her body. His hand slid softly over her skin, on her hips, to her lower back, and then between her ass cheeks. Her skin was soft and still slightly damp from their love and hunting.
Once again, he positioned his cock, before putting his hands on her hips to hold her tightly before entering her with a quick movement of his hips. His training had turned him into an athlete, but he had little preparation for this prey. He felt the pleasure creep up deep inside him each time he thrust into her. When he grasped her hair into a makeshift ponytail to hold onto her, she took the blade standing upright beside her before placing it between her teeth and biting hard on it. The more Ji-Woon thrust, the more she moaned, almost screaming through the metallic edge. Léonie also felt the pleasure rise, a tsunami building up inside, ready to overflow. Again, he pulled out, leaving Léonie whimpering. She turned her head around, starstruck, begging him with her eyes to continue, but he had other plans. He jumped off the desk and offered her his hand. She took it and slipped off the desk. Together, they walked towards the blackboard, slightly out of the light. He turned around, his hands under her ass, and lifted her. Instinctively, she spread her legs, wrapping them and her arms around him.
They kissed. Lips touching, tongues dancing, and teeth fighting to softly bite the lip of the other. Léonie won, gently biting the lower lip of her idol. He reacted by pushing her against the cold blackboard, pinning her to the wall, before entering her again. Leonie was helpless; Ji-Woon had complete control, lifting her body, pinning her, and using her. She nuzzled her head into his neck, Moaning softly into his ear. When he accelerated, Léonie moaned harder. When he thrust hard, she started screaming, resonating beautiful decibels into the room. Ji-Woon could feel his pleasure increasing, a slight vibration from his manhood radiating out. Léonie was close, too, trembling from the continued thrusts. She bit softly into his shoulder, and her nails began digging into his soft skin.
Léonie tilted her head back and hugged Ji-Woon tight. She first moaned before trembling. When she could control it no more, she let out a beautiful scream, penetrating the classrooms, echoing through the halls. Ji-Woon also could contain his excitement no longer and felt the tingling rise up inside his cock, and then radiate electricity throughout his body. He tensed his muscles, held on tight to Léonie, and then added his own scream to hers, blending in the darkness. With each ejaculation, he thrust slightly slower each time. Léonie trembled under his strength, moaning with her own orgasm until it subsided gently.
Ji-Woon lost his strength, and they collapsed to the floor, naked, shaking, and sweaty. He lay down on the cold tiled floor, and Léonie fell over him. She smiled, feeling his seed leak slowly from between her legs. She caressed his torso, her fingers playing gently on his skin. She lay her head on his chest and heard his heartbeat. Strong, fast, and gently slowing down, recovering from the hunt and his encounter with his beautiful prey.
