He walked in to see her sitting by the window. The setting sun casted shadows over her face and there was something unsettling peaceful about the way she was half turned towards the light but her other half buried by the dark of the room. She had her knees tucked up to her chest and there was a frown on her face. She took a deep sigh and the gossamer beauty of the scene was almost ruined.

            And that annoyed Himchan to no end. He marched up to her and grabbed her by the wrist. He saw drop open to cry out before her eyes dulled into resignation. He pulled her into the kitchen and pulled out a knife. He threw the instrument at her and she fumbled with it.

            The blade cut into her skin and the blood that immediately welled up was a tempting red. He forced himself to tear his gaze away and he looked at her with exasperation. “Can you do nothing right?” He reached above him for the first aid kit and handed her a band aid. “Wrap it up well.”

            She silently took it from him and his hands twitched to slap her. But he had already hurt her once. Once was okay. She would listen now. He watched her put the adhesive over the cut and saw how deep it had cut into her flesh. How tender.

            When she finally started to cook, he sat in his chair and watched her. Her movements were a bit slow and he glanced at the clock. She started dinner late, and was moving slowly so that the entire schedule was going to be off significantly. “Hurry up,” he barked, still watching her.

            She didn’t seem to speed up and so he walked up to her, grabbed her palm and placed it on the hot stove. She bit her lip and tears rolled down her cheek but she knew enough not to cry out. When he heard the tiny whimpers that came from , he shoved her hand under cold water and nipped at it with his teeth. There was a slightly charred taste in his mouth and he slapped her.

            “I told you not to mess up the schedule. You’re ten minutes off, and if I’m not served in the next ten, your palm wouldn’t be the only thing burned.”

            This made her move faster, albeit a bit clumsily with her injury. She shakingly placed the plate in front of him and he caught her by the waist. “You didn’t prepare a plate for yourself.”

            She looked away and he sank his teeth into her arm. “Time to eat,” he joked playfully but she knew that if she didn’t obey, he would hit her again. He almost wanted her to not listen just so he could hit her again. She managed to tear herself away and went to get another plate for herself.

            He ate slowly, watching as she placed the food in . Her eyes were dull and he could see her tired movements when she mechanically picked up her spoon. “Look at me,” Himchan commanded. Her eyes were slow to rise but she did and he was pleased by the blank look. Good. This way she wouldn’t feel pain.

            “You can go to bed,” he conceded after he was done. “I’ll wash the dishes.”

            Himchan heard the shower go off from the second floor and carefully placed the dishes into the drying rack. He took something in his hands and went upstairs. She was humming softly to herself, the only time she ever used her vocal chords and didn’t hear him when he went in.

            She was so weak, so thin, that his task was almost too easy. He placed the knife by and gently slit, letting the blood drip into a container he had prepared for this. He watched her eyes as they lit up with understanding and then with defeat. She stopped struggling soon after.

            With the blood drained, the effort to cut her into pieces wasn’t hard. Himchan took the butcher’s knife and sawed off each finger, gently placing it into another container, and then each limb, dismembering her until he was left with the face. The head he could bury outside but the rest, the rest could be eaten.

            He picked up an arm and stared at it, smirking slightly at the still visible handprints on it. Her legs were marred with bruises, but nothing that couldn’t be hidden after marinating in red sauce, he decided. He took a finger and absentmindedly gnawed on it, tasting the fresh blood and the tender bits of flesh.

            Himchan looked around him. He had relish and all sorts of sauces ready just for this. And who knew cutting someone up could be so appetizing? His stomach growled and he took a leg and went downstairs where the stove was still hot from her previous meal.

            Dinner is served.

not really sure if I did it right, but it was just a sick idea that came to me and I've been waiting to write it ever since.

Lost my usb with all my stories on it... so I'm really annoyed. 

It's okay for oneshots because I update as I finish, but the rest...

Time to start from scratch all over again