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Nightmare Shuttle [BL]

The warm blood ran silently along the cold lines of his scalpel. The heavy, metallic scent of death yet to drift away with the chilling night. His knife sharpened with the dying echoes of his victim. Almost reverently, he ran his fingers along the edge, watching in awe as his blood intertwined with that of that pitiful soul. Tremors burned like fire in his body, the pleasure of death almost orgasmic in its wake. It was beautiful. His face reflected the light of the moonlight, he was enchanting yet dangerous. Darkness lurked in his midst. Like an incubus in the night, he lured his victims, watching as they willingly devoted themselves to his blade. All to keep this beautiful demon alive. --‐-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mysteriously he was dragged into this game, the blood still dripping from his fingertips. It did its best, all to please this sinister creature. Because beyond the void, something even darker, more terrifying stared lovingly at his angel, waiting desperately for him to fall deeper into the abyss once again, Chu Yi... Chu Yi... He's waiting. Wolfish Yandere Gong x Tsundere Serial Killer Shou [Unlimited Horror Instance] [Vote and comment to support the author's work] 《Every 500PS= 1 Extra Chapter》 《Every 50 Golden Tickets= 1 Extra Chapter》 《The cover is not mine. All credits to the owner. Twitter @BloodyBeni (Pintrest) Please DM if wanted to be taken down》 Discord: TomatoesandCoffee#7004 (I don't bite) ^Want to support me more? Send me a kofi^ https://ko-fi.com/tomatoesandcoffee

TomatoesandCoffee · LGBT+
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The Institute (26)

Chu Yi felt a strange feeling in his heart,

 He could feel his adrenaline rising continuously, however it wasn't because of the usual excitement and stimulation, but instead there was another foreign emotion circling his heart that made him feel as if an invisible weight was pressing against his chest and making him even breathing seem like a struggle.

The surreal sense of cold anger rising confused him,

He couldn't even be sure if it was him nor should he care, so why was he so uncomfortable in his heart...

He tried to discard the unneeded sentiment, but a voice in the back of his head kept whispering, 'what if'

The strange sense of anger and betrayal was pulling at his heart, a tyrannical urge to kill wrapping around his veins,