Late at night, a red sedan sped down the deserted suburban road.
The young girl behind the wheel had a tense face, her expression full of fatigue and weariness, with faint scratches still visible on her fingers.
Perhaps from exhaustion, as the car rounded a bend, a fallen tree suddenly appeared on the road ahead. The girl didn’t manage to hit the brakes in time.
“Bang!”
A dull crash sounded as the car slammed straight into the tree. The hood crumpled, and thick smoke rose outward from the engine.
Thanks to the airbags, the girl wasn’t seriously injured. She tried to restart the car, only to find that it had been damaged in the collision and would no longer start.
Out of the corner of her ear, she caught a faint noise coming from behind. Instinctively, she opened the car door and ran toward the forest at the roadside. But barely a few steps in, a gust of wind sounded behind her. The girl bent down just in time, narrowly avoiding a pair of strong, muscular arms that lunged to grab her from behind.
In that brief moment as they brushed past, she caught a nauseating stench.
—Someone was behind her!
Realizing this, her expression grew even grimmer.
She remembered a news report she had read before leaving. Over the past few years, more than ten disappearances had occurred near this bend—people driving through here late at night vanished, cars and all.
Could it be that the person behind her was the very culprit responsible for the string of disappearances?
Thinking this, she avoided the scattered stones and branches underfoot and ran through the dense forest like a headless chicken.
It seemed rare for the man behind her to encounter prey that could actually run like this. A coarse, heavy breath escaped him, and though his massive body seemed cumbersome, he moved with the agility of a hyena. He let out a crazed, “Ho ho,” as he chased the panicked girl through the forest—not too far, not too close, with painstaking patience. His narrowed eyes gleamed with a depraved light.
So beautiful… so perfect… his collection room was missing a head as exquisite as hers…
The girl panted heavily, stumbling through the trees as she ran.
Unfamiliar with the terrain, she quickly realized she had reached a dead end.
Behind her yawned a bottomless cliff, and in front of her stood the grotesquely overweight, ugly man, now holding a massive butcher knife.
“Ho ho… ho ho… beauty… so beautiful…”
The man was well over two meters tall. When standing upright, he resembled a bear. He wore a leather apron smeared with oil and unknown reddish-brown stains, and his exposed arms were thickly muscled, veins bulging—each arm alone as thick as the girl’s waist.
The girl had nowhere left to retreat. One more step back, and she would fall into the abyss.
She held her breath, despair written across her face, as the killer advanced, knife raised high in one hand.
Step. Two steps. Three steps… The enormous blade rose, silver edge glinting with a cold, murderous light that pierced straight into the girl’s eyes, forcing her to blink.
“Splat!”
The next second, a soft sound of flesh being pierced rang out. The girl opened her eyes and saw the killer still holding the raised knife, looking down in disbelief at his own chest.
A pale blade had somehow pierced through his flesh and apron, emerging through his torso. Blood gushed out like a broken faucet, streaming down the groove of the blade. In no time, the killer coughed up blood, his knees buckled, and he collapsed face-first to the ground.
“Hi, Everly. The moonlight is beautiful tonight.”
Behind the killer stood a young man with fluffy light flaxen curls and eyes that looked pure and innocent. Casually, he wiped the blood off the tip of his beloved knife, sheathed it, and waved at the girl.
The girl didn’t reply—she merely gave him a cold, dismissive glance.
But when he met her gaze, sharp and disdainful as if she were looking at trash, the young man seemed to take it as the highest praise. A deep blush rapidly spread across his pale face.
He ran his long fingers over his throat, tracing the faint, nearly invisible cut, then loosened his blood-stained collar, tearing it off to reveal his unscathed, muscular chest. His pale fingers moved teasingly over it.
“Ah… it’s already healed. What a shame… the stab you drove in here—the force, the angle—was perfect. I felt such… intense affection in it. You were so close…”
“Shut up.”
“Everly, don’t be so cold. After all, I just solved a big problem for you. I obeyed, let you break my limbs, slit my throat, lock me in the trunk without resistance… Isn’t such obedient behavior worth some reward?”
A thick haze of desire clouded the young man’s watery eyes.
Biting his lower lip, he stepped forward a few paces, walking over the killer’s corpse to stand before the girl. He bent his knees and sank to the ground at her feet, tilting his head up with an expression of pitiful innocence.
But his display of weakness earned him not an ounce of mercy from his “master.”
“You should call me ‘Commander.’”
She grasped his chin; her thumb, calloused and firm, pressed inward, prying open his mouth, while her index and middle fingers slid in, emotionless, cruelly toying with his tender lips and tongue.
Yet the torment and pain did not provoke fear or resistance. Instead, they only intensified desire and obsession.
The debauched rogue dog, pinned to the ground, let one hand fall limply, unable to suppress low, ragged gasps. Silver-white moonlight washed over him, outlining his trembling shadow with a fringe of wild, manic light. Even the killer’s corpse lying on the ground seemed to serve merely as a backdrop for the charged, almost intimate atmosphere.
At the moment when desire threatened to overflow, the towering master let out a cold snort, finally showing “mercy.” The hard heel of their shoe came down heavily, granting the rogue dog the reward it most desired.
“It’s time to go. There’s another target to deal with.”
With that, the tall figure turned and left without a backward glance.
The rogue dog on the ground let out a long whine. At the moment it was cruelly abandoned, it reached the paradise it had been longing for.
…
[ID: 74630, Code Name: “Bend Killer,” Cleared.]
[END]
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Author’s Note:
The side story is unrelated to the main plot. Gary can never be the main male lead; in this story, his role is absolutely not heroic.
But since some people wanted this, I wrote it—I’m super easy to persuade.
This is a parallel universe story. The female lead’s role is similar to an enforcer in “Psycho-Pass,” responsible for clearing out pests. Gary is assigned as her “rogue dog,” specifically for biting (not really).
I’m not sure if you’ll ship them… [please, I beg you].