Chapter 23

Daniel and I had been married for 3 months now, I didn't tell my family or my friends because it would be very crazy to tell them that their beloved 19 year old married a guy she barely knew for 2 months and started living with him and also his parents are some crazy psychopath that sold him to an organization for a lab test. I have no idea why they would do that but it's all in the past, we going to live happily ever after.

Maybe in a year or two, we will break the news to them but for now we staying low key and I'll continue to study my courses online and daniel is going to continue to work and be my believed husband.

Daniel came back early today and he seemed to be in a good mood, i was finally done with my classes for the day and it was around 4pm.

I was making dinner, potatoes porridge and some grilled chicken. It was Daniel's favorite.

He pulls over in the driveway and I heard him greet our neighbor in korean. He's becoming more fluent these days. He opens the door and calls out for me.

"Babe?" He says.

"I'm in the kitchen, baby" I reply.

He walks into the kitchen and hugs me from behind and I smile because I feel so warm. His musky smell mixed with sweat, I loved it and I missed it.

He snuggles tightly as if I was running away and then he asks "you're making my favorite.."

"Of course, anything for my baby" I reply.

It was moments like these that I cherished more than anything, moments that many pray for, moments that I prayed for.

I finished doing the dishes with Dan still hugging me. So clingy and I love it.

I turned and kissed him on the lips and he pokes his tongue in.

"Not yet, dumbass. The food will burn" I retract quickly before he starts to foreplay, he seemed to be in a very good mood.

"What food?" He asks, his eyes glistening because he wanted to tease me.

"The chicken in the oven.." I replied, oblivious.

"My food is in front of me, and I'm ready to eat"

I gasp, I was the food.

He chuckles, satisfied that he got me. I hit him on the arm playfully and he continues to smile.

"Something happened at work today? You got promoted?" I ask, unsure what made him feel so peaceful.

"Nah, I'm just so happy because we get to go home early these days. Our boss is planning his retirement but it seems I might be promoted to like the manager…not sure yet… but I heard" I didn't let him dining because I hugged him tight as I could.

I was so glad that he was making progress and happy even if we never really needed the Job, it meant we were finally living a normal life.

I am so proud of my baby.

Hugging him tightly, I kissed his neck and he moans in satisfaction and that was when I smelt it.

That familiar smell of cold iron.. the smell I loved so much.

The smell of blood. I took a sniff again hoping that I was wrong but I could never mistake that smell for anything. He was probably the wounded one and he's trying to hide it.

Let's just hope.

For now, we are going to have sinner and then finish off later. As we ate, it got more suspicious and I started to feel weird.

Could Daniel also be like me? Could Daniel also hurt people like I do? All those thoughts melted away when he smiled and asked for another plate of porridge. My innocent baby would never harm a fly but he had someone that would cut open a human even if he's a little scratched by them.

I would protect this man with my life.

We did finish what we started and as we laid in bed tired from all the fun, Daniel was the first to drift off to sleep. Unfortunately, there was not even a scratch on him which meant that it was not his blood.

It was someone else's…

It reminded me of the private investigator incident that got buried up. I wonder why his parents would give him up to an organization that turns people into animals by experimenting on them.

If it's because of what he did, it explains why they would happily give him up and they didn't even bother looking for him. I checked their social media accounts and there was nothing like a missing person post.

They even went as far as saying that their son had travelled to Africa to further his education and do works of charity. Works of what?

They had no idea where he even was so what do they mean by works of charity.

It's like they did not even care. I was going to punish them one way or the other but for now I have to confirm my suspicion. If Daniel was a psychopathic serial killer or he was misunderstood.

I hope it's the latter.

The next day, we woke up to our normal routines, he bid me goodbye and as always kissed me. I continued to wave until his car was out of view.

While he was in the bathroom, I had placed a camera at the front of his car so that he was not noticeable. I'm sure he took his car somewhere that would help me with a clue.

I waited till the closing hours which was around 3pm - 4pm. He drove into a weird car park that I knew wasn't in our neighborhood, It would be easy to find where it was because he drove by some landmarks. I see him get down from the car and walk towards the entrance of a bar.

He greets some bouncer guy and the bouncer guy bows as if Dan was his boss. If I didn't know Dan before now I would have said he was a Mafia boss.

I didn't see him come out until 30 minutes later.

For the next few days, it was Dan's usual practice to go to the bar and come out 30 minutes later. It was like he timed himself so that I would not be suspicious.

And each time he came home, he smelled like blood.