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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      EXO_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O/Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen
  Character:
      Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O, Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen, Kim_Jongin_|_Kai
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      Rape, Threats_of_Rape/Non-Con, Psychopath, Kyungsoo_is_evil, Alternate
      Universe_-_Serial_Killers, Suicide_Notes, Blood_Kink, Attempted_Murder,
      Ghost_Sex, Poltergeists, Eventual_Smut, Breathplay, Emotional/
      Psychological_Abuse, Physical_Abuse, ghost_-_Freeform, Haunted_Houses,
      Past_Do_Kyungsoo_|_D.O/Kim_Jongin_|_Kai, Forced_Orgasm, Forced
      Masturbation, Bottom_Kim_Jongdae_|_Chen, Other_Additional_Tags_to_Be
      Added
  Series:
      Part 1 of EXO_Horror/Evil_Au
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-10-22 Updated: 2017-11-20 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4137
****** A Dead Killers Slut ******
by JongDinoKwan
Summary
     Jongdae inherited the family old manor, but theres more to the house
     than just the pretty exterior, which he soon learns.
Notes
     Oh, my goodness! it is currently 2:31 am where I live. This is not my
     first Fanfic but it is my first on this website, in this fandom, and
     on this genre. So please bear with me, I'm fairly new to kpop and
     EXO, but wanted to write this anyway. feel free to leave any
     constructive criticism. Lol, anyway writing this chapter took me
     about 3 days because I changed it so much and I lost like half of it.
     I hope ya'll enjoy! and thank you for reading!
***** Chapter 1 *****
Jongdae had always known that there was something off about the old family
manor, it had always given him off vibes. Ever since he was a child, he would
hear loud steps in the dead of night, when everyone would be sleeping. One time
when he was 10 years old he was walking down the grand stairs, a strong force
pushed him. He ended at the foot of the stairs, the last thing he saw before
blacking out was the silhouette of a man. Jongdae was found by his mother
surrounded by a pool of his blood, he had fractured the back of his skull. He
was in the hospital for a week. 8 years later almost 9, he had successfully
graduated high school, studied business, and had his own successful Tumblr blog
and Youtube channel which brought in a prosperous amount of money, Jongdae
didn't have the need to work a single day in his life, his family owned one of
the biggest music labels in the world.
On January 15th he received a letter to his apartment, informing him that his
grandfather had passed away and had left him the family manor, every single
penny in his bank account, and to his father the Music label. After his
grandfather's attorney read the will to him and his parents. After the reading
of the will the attorney, named Minseok, informed him that he had to travel to
the small town where the manor was located and decided if the remodeling that
his grandfather had done for him meet his taste. to say he was confused was an
understatement, he was shocked. he couldn't believe his sweet grandfather had
remodeled the manor so that he would be comfortable, once he moved in. The next
couple of weeks were a little hectic; getting everything from his apartment
shipped to the manor, figuring out what you need for a house, buying a new bed,
shipping his cars there, etc. To say that Jongdae was stressed was an
understatement, he was exhausted, fatigued even.
The day that Dae got to finally move was March 13th, it had taken a while to
make sure everything was running smoothly and to clear the road up to the
Manor. It had been a 12-hour drive from Seoul to Minsera (Authors note: Minsera
is a fake town, I don't really know Korean geography). Minsera is a tiny little
town seating at the foot of the mountains, to get to the manor, you had to
drive up 5 hours, the nearest place to the manor; was a pretty modern gas
station about 20 minutes from, and a Walmart about 35 minutes. The manor its
self-was very isolated, a one-way road leading up to it. He heard from Minseok,
that the house was surrounded by a thick forest. Jongdae didn't really want to
move into the manor, he absolutely hates that place some of the worse times of
his life happened in that place; from fracturing his skull, the night terrors,
the sightings, to the pale man that apparently he could only see.
The moment Jongdae set foot inside the manor, a chill ran down his spine, the
room felt as if it had dropped a couple degrees. it took a lot of self-control,
not to run back out to his car and drive back to the city. signing he walked
outside and grabbed his bags from the trunk of the car, before parking his Audi
a6, next to his black Jeep Compas, his parents had gone overboard and bought
him 3 of the best SUVs for the snow, so his garage consist of the Jeep Compass,
a Mazda cx-5, a Volvo xc60, and his Audi a6. He was irritated when they
replaced his other cars, but then he understood their worries, their only child
was going to go live up in the snowy mountains alone, to the place that almost
got him killed. Closing the garage door, he walked inside the house and headed
upstairs, to his room.
Once in his room, the master bedroom, he walked into the gigantic closet and
started to unpack the clothes he had brought with him. Taking off this heavy
snow jacket, he hung it in the jacket section of the closet. walking out of his
room, he looked for the climate control of the house and set it to 67 degrees,
it was negative 20 degrees outside. pulling out his phone he synced the climate
control to his phone. looking through his notifications, he saw he had a few
text from his Eomma saying to call her once he got to the house.
Hello?" answered his mother's soothing voice.
"hi eomma!" he happily chirped.
"Hi Dae, how was the drive?" she questioned.
" it was alright ma, it was boring but it was alright" he answered as he made
his way down the grand stairs and into the kitchen, his hunger was starting to
make his stomach grumble.
"that's good sweety, did you eat anything?" she questioned.
"no ma, I'm making myself some food right now" he truthfully answered, as he
started to pull the ingredients for a grilled cheese.
"Well Dae, your father and I have to head out for the annual gala, your father
says hello" she chirped, as he heard her shuffle around.
"Okay Eomma, tell Appa I say hello, I love you guys be careful, I'll call you
guys tomorrow," he said as he finished making his sandwich.
"Bye sweety, We love you too" she replied, before hanging up.
After eating his sandwich, he headed back upstairs and started to draw a hot
bath. Waling into the walk-in closet, he picked out a pair of gray sweats, and
a loose white long sleeve t-shirt. walking out of the closet, he walked into
the ensuite bathroom and sat his clothes on the counter, before walking into
the toiletry closet to grab some bath oils and soaks. Once the colossal bathtub
was filled, he put in some jasmine and lavender oil in the waters, along with
some nourishing bath salts. getting a robe, he stripped off his dirty clothes
and put them in the hamper. Grabbing his phone, he connected to the wireless
stereo system, that ran through the manor.
Praying by Kesha started to play throughout the manor, the sound of the
beginning piano keys, started to soothe him, as he sunk into the scolding hot
water, looked at the misty water, and started to think. He started to remember
that horrible night. The memories that once haunted him, were nothing more than
bad memories now. It had been Mach 1st of 2015, he had been 15 at the time when
it happened; his boyfriend of a year and a half forced him to his knees, and
shoved his cock in Jongdae's mouth, thrusting in and out until his vision got
blurry and almost all fight left him, right before he passed out the bastard
ejaculated on his face and threw him on his back on top of his bed, before
stripping him of his pants and underwear. Jongdae managed to kick the bastard
in the face before making a mad dash for the door, he almost made it, keyword
almost. The bastard caught him by the hair before dragging him back to the bed.
The moment that the bastard got in between his legs, he forced himself in
Jongdae, then started to thrust animalistic in and out. Almost all fight left
Jongdae's body, he was powerless to someone he thought that he could trust, he
had tried everything he could. He just laid there limp screaming for some to
come rescue him. And then his rescuer did come, his mother, screamed his name
in worry, while banging on the locked door. Gathering whatever fight he had in
him, he looked for something that he could use as a weapon. He spotted the
chord of his lamp at arms reach, gathering courage, he yanked at the cord, and
in a second smashed the lamp on the bastards head, effectively knocking him
out. pushing the limp body off him, he shivered, as the shift of gravity made
the bastards body fluids slide down his leg. Pulling the bed covers off and
over his shoulders, he walked towards the door, where on the other side he
would hear his mother sobbing, and screaming for her baby to please be okay and
for someone to please open the door. Mustering whatever little strength he had
in him, he pushed his dresser away from the double doors and opened them. His
mother was standing in front of him, her usually neat hair was a mess, her
makeup was smudged, her shoes nowhere to be seen, her clothes were a mess.
Taking a look at him, she collapsed, finally putting together the pieces of
what had happened to her child behind the closed doors. He collapsed right
along with her, his mother took him in her arms, as the tears started to flow,
and the wails left his body. His mind, finally analyzing the information that
was receiving. After that day, his parents moved houses, he was talking to a
therapist 4 out of the 7 days of the week, he was homeschooled, his parents
made him take upon mixed martial classed so that he could defend himself. By
the time he finally turned 18, he had successfully closed that chapter in his
life, the depressing and anxiety were almost undetectable.
Sighing, he tiredly smiled to himself, the past few years of his life were
tiresome. He knew that if he would have had the supporting and loving parents
that he had, he would still be here on this earth. He was better because of
them and he was grateful, of how resilient he is, he knew if someone else were
in his shoes, they wouldn't have recovered in the way that he did. Submerging
completely under the now warm water, he let out the air out of his lungs and
stayed put for a few seconds before emerging back to the surface to take a
breath. Grabbing his towel, he dried himself off before slipping on his sweats
and t-shirt, drying his hair, he walked back to his bed and dumped his towel in
the hamper, before slithering under the warm covers, and plugged in his phone.
He laid still for a few minutes before he turned on his left side, and was face
to face with a familiar man. He made eye contact with the man in his bed, for a
few seconds before studying his face, he noticed that the man's face had
freckles, very light ones, they almost blended with his light tan complexion
(A/N: I'm kinda using the look from the Ko Ko Bop MV, he did indeed have
freckles in that MV, I suck at descriptions btw, if need for reference just
look up Do Kyungsoo freckles), thick pouty pinkish lips, dark brown eyes that
held danger in them, an set of nicely fitting eyebrows, and a light brownish-
strawberry blonde hair (A/N I'm so sorry if it's inaccurate, but that's what it
looks like to me). Blinking slowly, he made eye contact with the man once
again, he looked kinda translucid but, Jongdae knew that if he reached up to
touch him he could. blinking sleepily, he smuggled his pillow and slowly
drifted to sleep, as if he wasn't sharing his bed with one of the most
dangerous, people in the world, a serial killer. Someone who was the literal
definition of wicked, some who had almost been erased from history by the
Korean government. He was sharing a bed with Do Kyungsoo, a long-dead monster.
as he was almost consumed by sleep he heard Kyungsoo say " I can't wait to
wreck you sweetheart" as he started to run his hands trough Jongdae's hair,
helping him drift into a deeper sleep.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     I like died, I have so many ideas, and ill be coming out with another
     book tomorrow(maybe), which involves; Exo, Bts, Got7 and Monsta X +
     the mafia au. it's more like a series... but ill explain it tomorrow
     (maybe). so look out for that. and I'll update this every two weeks
     to once a week.
Jung Kyungsoo was born January 12, 1910, when he was 3 years old, his mother
blew her brains out in his room while he peacefully slept. When he was 6 years
old his father pushed him down the stairs. At the age 9, his father let all
kinds of men have his way with him. When he was 12, his father sold him to a
brothel. At the age 15, Kyungsoo attempted suicide for the first time. At the
age of 18, almost 19 he bought his freedom from the brothel, with his new
freedom he moved to a small town near what would become Seoul, a small town
named Minsera. Having moved to Minsera, he changed his Last name to Do, he
started he went to school, got his education, and soon enough he was adored by
the people of the small town. December 17 of 1932, Kyungsoo was in Seoul he was
in town looking for some jewelry when a mugger pulled him into a dark alley and
held a rusty knife up to his neck.
"give all your money and maybe I won't kill you" growled the mugger while
trying to intimidate Kyungsoo.
"I don't have anything you low life" Kyungsoo spat on the man's face. The man
pushed him against a wall and pressed the knife to his throat, Kyungsoo smirked
" what? you think you scare me? I have seen the worst of the worst, you don't
scare me, sweetheart"
"Oh really?" the man sneered, pressing the knife, drawing up blood in the
process, failing to notice Kyungsoo pulling out a pocket knife.
"really" Kyungsoo smirked again, before stabbing the man in the neck, " when
mugging some, make sure they are not armed" The first thing that Kyungsoo was
taught in the brothel by his nonnas was to defend himself. Kyungsoo watched the
man drop to the ground, he was rapidly bleeding out and choking in his own
blood. Stepping over the man Kyungsoo grabbed his Knife and continued shopping
like nothing happened, he felt no remorse. In fact, he felt more powerful than
ever, a feeling he craved.
By June of 1933, Kyungsoo had successfully Killed 17 men and rapped 9 of those.
He liked to be in control, he liked to see strong men scream, cry and beg for
mercy under him as he once did. He often would kill sexual predators, rapist,
brothel owners, people that thought that just because they had some sort of
power over others they could get away with anything. He would often go into
town dressed in provocative clothes to attract the attention of men, once he
had their attention he would make them follow him into a dark ally before using
a bat to knock them unconscious and shoved them in the trunk of his car. at the
age of 23 years old Kyungsoo was 5'8" with built that at first sight, you
wouldn't notice the highly defined muscles. After loading his victims he would
drive to his Manor where he would tie them down and "prep" them for the pain
that was to come. When I say prep, I don't mean the nice prepping couples do, I
mean that he would hose them down with cold water before waking them up. After
waking up his victims he would unbutton his pants before rolling on a condom,
and rape ins victims, just to hear the pained screams. once we would rape them,
he would torture them in different ways; pulling out teeth, snapping bones one
by one, pulling out nails, ripping hair out, cutting tongues out, popping
eyeballs out of their sockets, waterboarding, Chinese water torture, all kinds
of evil. Before ending his victim's lives he would carb a "D.O." into his
victim's chest before, snapping their necks and dumping the corps in at the
steps of the police station.
On January 10 of 1934, one of his victims managed to survive. He began a plan,
he dug a 10-foot deep hole in the woods behind the house, close to the river, a
7 by 10-foot hole, set up by a structure that would fall which fall with the
pull of a chord. On the 11th he wrote a suicide note, admitting to the murders,
he hid all of his personal records in a box before hiding it in the basement,
he took all of his money out of the bank and gave it to Park Chanyeol, someone
who had the same past as Kyungsoo, but had turned into an honest man, and had
built an orphanage. Chanyeol had always known what Kyungsoo had done and yet he
never judged him, instead, he would welcome Kyungsoo with open arms and give
him the love his parents neglected him. On the morning of the 12, he dressed in
comfortable clothes, ate breakfast, and then walked into the woods and stepped
into the hole, wrapped the cord around his wrist.
The sound of a gunshot sent the police officers running into the woods, after
searching the woods for months they gave up looking, the dogs came up with
nothing. It was like Do Kyungsoo banished into thin air, nothing came up, the
only trace that he was real was the suicide note and the corpses he left
behind. 20 years later, the manor was finally bought by a man of the name Kim
Jongin. Kim Jongin was a strange man, he bought the house in his mid-20s and
shared it with his young wife. The strange part about him was, his split
personality; sometimes he was sweet to his wife and sometimes he would bring
home prostitutes, and forced his wife to watch as he had sex with them before
killing them and smearing the blood on his wife's face. The first killing woke
Kyungsoo of his limbo and boy he was raging, for the first time since he took
his first breath he had been at peace, he felt nothing, and then he started
getting restless.
Well you see, when Kyungsoo committed suicide his soul stretched through the
property, making it dormant. It darkened the forest and everything it touched.
For 20 years a malignant force dormant, weak and harmless. Kyungsoo's ming was
in a limbo, it was just blank, nothingness engulfing his mind and he liked it,
there was no bloodlust, no thirst for power, it was just nothing and it was a
bliss. When the Kims moved into the manner Jongin's dark soul feed Kyungsoo's
dormant one, almost snapping it out its peaceful limbo. The second Jongin set
foot on the property, Kyungsoo's mind became more aware. five years passed
before Jongin slaughtered his first victim, Kyungsoo's limbo shattered and his
spirit body appeared above the hole where his body rests. Kyungsoo watched
Jongin bring victims home every Thursday for years, his soul was becoming
darker and angrier with every victim's death. With each death in the house,
Kyungsoo gained more power; he could move things, lift inanimate objects, break
things, and become visible. The night that Jongin made his last kill was the
Kyungsoo obtained a solid form.
It had been a full moon, a scream was heard throughout the manor, Kyungsoo was
watching Jongin from the top of the grad stairs, jaw clenched and eyes dark and
murderous, it was an unexpected feeling, he began to solidify. It felt as if he
was shocked by lightning. With a wide grin, he descended the stairs into the
main foyer where Jongin and his wife were. On the floor with her neck slashed
laid a young woman with her eyes wide open.
"Oh what a shame, she was beautiful" Exclaimed Kyungsoo, startling Jongin, and
his wife, Krystal.
"Who are you and what are you doing on my property?" raged Jongin as he stepped
up to Kyungsoo with a knife, while Krystal hid in the corner.
" Your property? ha! you fool, you think this land belongs to you?" taunted
Kyngsoo as he stepped up to the knife Jongin was holding, smirking when it went
through his neck and black blood came out.
"Wh-who a-are? w-what a-aa-re you?" stuttered Jongin, letting go of the knife,
where it stuck to Kyungsoo's neck, and backing up.
"What you're scared now? Well, you see I am Do Kyunsoo, I had this manor built,
which makes it mine, I am what you call a ghost, Jongin." snarled Kyunsoo and
then turned to Krystal, " Krystal dear how about you run upstairs and stay
there until he comes upstairs, wash up too" Krystal bowed to Kyungsoo and ran
up the stairs without another word. Kyungsoo turned to Jongin and smirked, as
Jongin grabbed a metal vase and tried to defend himself with it. Kyungsoo
rolled his shoulders, this is gonna be fun he though and grabbed Jongin by the
neck.
"you see Jongin when I was that girls age, I lived in a brothel; I was a
prostitute myself, there I learned that the only people that can help you are
those who are in the same situation as you, I guess you could say I have a soft
spot of prostitutes. and what you've done doesn't settle very well with me" by
the time Kyungsoo had finished talking, he had tied Jongin's wrist to the
foyers table and pulled his pants to his ankles before tying his legs too. he
had used the bloody ropes that Jongin had used to restrain the prostitute.
Before Jongin could say something else Kyungsoo shoved three fingers in his
mouth and ordered him to suck.
Kyungsoo felt Jongin tense as one of his fingers teased his rim, not waiting
for Jonin to relax he shoved a finger in and told him to relax or it would get
worse. Adding a second finger he started to scissor his fingers, in a sense he
wanted to hurt Jogin but in the other he didn't, he never caused tears to his
victims. He knew how much a tear hurts and how long it takes to heal without
getting infected, and since he didn't plan on killing Jongin anytime soon, he
took his time to prepare his new toy. Once he finally had three fingers in, he
spat on his had and jerked himself fully hard before aligning himself with
jongin's rim. He had stretched Jongin enough not to cause a tear, but not
enough for him to slide in, he wanted Jongin to feel the raw pain. Finally
bottoming out, he released a groan, it had been long since he last had done
this and it felt amazing; a tight little virgin hole around his cock, a man
helpless under his control, and blood everywhere. He started his thrusts small,
getting used to the feeling, before picking up into an animal like pace.
Jongins screams echoed throughout the manor along with the sound of slapping
skin.
Kyungsoo chuckled, as the Jongin's ass clamped down tightly against his dick,
and watched the muscles on Jongin's back spasmed as he forced the first orgasm
out of him, not slowing down his pace Kyungsoo kept fucking Jongin through his
climax. By the time the that Kyungsoo emptied his load into Jongin's still
unbelievable tight ass, he had forced four more orgasms out Jongin two of which
were dry. Spreading Jongings asscheeks apart he watched his cock slide in and
out of the stretched out rim, which was raw angry red color, and saw it
clenched around him as it milked him through his orgasm. Pulling out, he
watched as his cum, spilled from the abused hole. Untying the now unconscious
man, he pulled up his pants and gathered Jongin into his arms, took him up the
stairs and left him in the master bedroom.
As the years passed, Jongin and Krystal initiated a family they had two
children; Kim Jun-myeon and Kim Baek-hyun. Krystal would take the children out
often and Kyungsoo would have his way with Jongin. By the year 1998, Junmyeon
was married and had a Kid, Baekhyun has happily married to Buyn Sehun, Krystal
had passed away, Jongin had a nurse taking care of him in the manor, and
Kyungsoo was pretty much dormant again. On October 27, 2008, Kim Jongdae, son
of Kim Junmyeon, was rushed to the hospital with a fractured skull, that day
was the day that Kyungsoo awoke again. A sharp pull in his gut shocked him
awake and he accidentally pushed Jongdae down the stairs. For eight years he
was awake and roaming the land, during those years, he managed to teach himself
how to play the piano, guitar, and speak English and learn stuff about the new
century he was in. Kim Jongin died on January 14, of old age. And two months
later Kyungsoo's new victim moned in. Kyungsoo hadn't felt excitement in a very
long time, but seeing Jongdae drift to sleep in next to him, stirred something
new and raw almost primal.
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