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"How's this?" Jungkook smirked, setting a tool on Minjun's thigh, "it's called a Cat Nail Pinwheel."
Minjun's eyes trembled open, frowning down at the tens of spikes that were fastened to the end of the instrument. The needle-like pins sent a shockwave of dread through him.
"You see," Jungkook peeled it off of his lap, "I put my fingers through the hoops, and now each time I touch you you'll get pierced with dozens of pins." Jungkook waggled his fingers close to the boy's face.
"Jimin likes to steal it and use it sometimes," the guy sniggered, "but I think it's perfect for you."
Minjun fussed, keeping his mouth shut and eyes on-guard as the torturer fiddled with something on a tray. He used his hand that wasn't inside a weapon and shoved a clean rag completely between Minjun's lips.
"I hate your voice as it is, I really can't be listening to you screaming too," he sighed. The rag filled the boy's mouth painfully and he fought the urge to swallow at nothing as it pressed each wall. A nauseating feeling soaked through his abdomen as it kneaded his tonsils.
Jungkook lifted his dominant hand, mildly stroking his index finger down Minjun's tear-stained face. The pressure was less than enough for the pins to enter the soft skin in front of him, but it caused whines to escape through the cloth in Minjun's mouth.
His stomach flinched back and forth, the need to throw up developing as long as the fabric was shoved in his mouth. Drool slipped over his bloody lips, dribbling down onto his lap.
Jungkook, ignoring the gagging noises and the flustered plaints, set his finger under the boy's jaw, pulling his pinwheel across until it reached his chin. Speckles of blood emerged, following the traces of the pins.
The man circled the boy, dragging his needle-wheel around the base of his neck, below the chains. Minjun's skin became inflamed and red, itching and in need of soothing.
Every few pins would dive into his sensitive flesh, wonky and longer than the rest. The victim twined his eyes shut, seeing kaleidoscopic waves on the back of his eyelids.
Jungkook disapproved of the way he wasn't paying attention, yanking the metal weapon off of his finger and grasping his damaged jaw.
"Sending you to sleep?" He mocked, digging his thumb into one of Minjun's many circular wounds, causing blood to paint his fingertip. The teenager shook his head brutally, his fingernails tearing at the arm of the chair.
"So, have you decided what a good punishment is yet?"
Minjun gawked at the man, teary eyes wide and distressed. Jungkook dragged the spit-soaked rag out of his mouth, scrunching it up and dumping it on the boy's lap.
When Minjun stayed soundless, the gangster groaned dramatically, bringing his hand up and striking it powerfully against the boy's cheek. Minjun snivelled pathetically, his face reddening spontaneously.
