C/W: proceed with caution, deranged thoughts, plans to rape (thoughts, not acted on), graphic murder.

(You’ve been warned in advance lovey)

Grandfather Kang’s POV

The night is young, slightly older than the young woman on my bed.

She’s tied with a tape over her mouth, her body is half exposed, I can see the soft curve of her buttocks.

"Freshly turned twenty" my supplier says quickly, his beady eyes are bright with hunger for my money.

My hard earned money.

"How fertile is she?" I ask and he scoffs, it’s a set up question, if he says she’s very fertile, I kill them.

That should be question only I can answer.

I like them untouched and new, I have to be the first one to have them, the first to make sure they can carry my seed.

My body is old, but I don’t care, I need a back up heir, I can live more years to raise my new beast.

That bastard Taesan has grown out of hand, I should have killed him while I had the chance.

Now he thinks he’s mighty, and he won’t even let me train his daughter.

I smile to myself as I imagine an older Kang Sooin, eyes dead with power, her great grandfather’s perfect tool.

Should I have her legs broken early? She will look good with a lion head cane.

"Sir?" my supplier calls my attention as the young woman starts to squirm on the bed, begging with her eyes to be set free.

"You can go, tell my assistant to send you the due fees" I say, waving him away and he grins like a Cheshire cat before rushing out of the room.

I approach the bed like it’s my altar, tapping my cane with each step I take, letting her know that I’m coming for her.

She tries to move away, but it only makes her empty her bladder on her own body.

I like when they wet themselves with fear, I like it even more when I smell fear on them, and when they beg.

"What’s your name, flower?" I ask and she shakes her head.

"Ah...you can’t speak, have anyone taken you before?" I ask and her chest starts to rise and fall with panic.

Her breasts look well developed for her age, I don’t like it, I like them completely fresh.

"You are not my type" I say, stroking her cheek with the bottom of my cane, feeling her soft round cheek under the cane.

What a beauty, maybe when I’m done, I’ll give her to my men.

"Mfghh" she cries out.

"Did you say something? I don’t understand" I say, smiling at her like a good grandfather I am.

"You are thanking me? Don’t worry, you will treat you like a queen when you give me a son" I laugh, excited by the way she starts to thrash.

"Stay still" I tell her with a friendly tone, pulling out my gun and cocking it in her face.

"Have you been shot before, flower?" I ask and she starts to hyperventilate, sweet scent turning bitter with more fear.

Her eyes roll back in her head with how hard she’s breathing; she might have a heart attack at this age...

It’s a pity I don’t like her body enough to save her.

I place the gun and cane down, unbuckle my pants and pull out my hard member.

"I told them to always leave lube nearby" I grumble, going across the room to find the lube.

And when I touch the bottle, a sword pierces through the door with a wet sound, like it pushed through a body.

"Urghh!" a dying grunt is made by whoever it is that has been stabbed.

I freeze as I watch it, a single bead of blood rolls down the side of the blade and drops to my expensive carpet with a quiet splat.

Another one follows, and another, and then the blade is pulled out.

The sickening smell of fresh blood mingles with the smell of hot urine from the young woman on my bed, she’s terrified and I’m...

A dull thud is heard from outside the door and the door is pushed open.

It’s my bastard.

The big bastard that parades like a fictional character, a fucking captain in all black and a sword.

I smile as he walks in, leaving the end of the sword to drag against the floor with each step he takes into my home.

His wrist must be hurting; he is holding it with his free gloved hand...I need to break something worse.

"You disrespectful brat" I hiss, pulling my trousers up, stuffing myself back into the fabric.

"You sinned against me" he says, voice low and deep.

If I didn’t know better, I would think he is a monster from hell, but no, it’s my grandson.

"And so?" I ask in anger.

I didn’t get what I wanted, the deed is gone, that bastard Yechan must have messed up something.

The password works, but nothing else after that, my effort was wasted, but of course, I have a new plan.

A new plan that involves creating a new heir.

"How is Seoha?" I ask and Taesan lifts his sword, but before he takes a step closer, I push the panic button on the side of my bed.

Two minutes, they will be here in two minutes.

"How is Sooin too? How is school?" I ask and his lips stretch into a terrifying smile.

Damn it.

He must have secured her, this is the first time he is using his brain, I need another leash.

"Don’t run" he whispers, taking a closer step.

"You are forgetting who owns you, dog, you forget I own your leash" I say.

I will crush him, I will crush him when this ends, he can’t kill me...no not while I am still lord, my men will raze the whole city to the ground.

Taesan cares too much about people to be this careless.

"You only put a leash the dogs you fear...isn’t that right?" he says, stepping closer, one heavy boot in front of the other, and I step back till I end up falling into my bed.

"Isn’t that right?" he asks again as I soak up the urine from the young woman on my bed, she has fainted.

And at this point, Taesan doesn’t feel like the boy I kept under my boot for years, he feels like a man.

A mountain.

"You fear me" he states, tilting his head, showing me the monster coiled up inside of him.

"I am a god, I fear no man" I tell him and his lips curve into a smile.

"I believed it while it lasted" he whispers.

"Just like you still believe that Sooin is yours?" I ask and he freezes above me.

Sorry Jaemin...your life is not as important as mine.