Yoongi tipped his head to the side, rolling his tongue along the inside of his cheek as the man screamed. His voice cracked as he wailed, begging for the man to stop.
"Fuck, please, please!" His voice was high, screeching as he pleaded with the expressionless Boss. "I'll tell you anything, just make him stop, please, please!" Suga licked his lips and sighed as Jungkook passed the blowtorch's blue flame over the sole of the man's foot for a second time, a few inches higher so he hit nerves that hadn't been burnt off. The assassin held the flame over the ball of the guy's foot as he yelled incomprehensible words, then fell suddenly silent.
"Pussy." The assassin sighed and stood up, clicking off the torch. He flicked a glance over to the Boss. "He passed out. Should I wake him up?"
"Let him rest for a bit," Suga replied, standing up from his chair and stretching. "How many is this, now?"
"Nine, Boss."
"Mm," Suga hummed. "This one should be the last, then. How're the Boys doing?"
"Burning everything," Jungkook flashed Yoongi a grin that the Boss returned. "As ordered. I'm sure she can smell it, if not see the glow."
"Good." Suga slipped his hands into his pockets and rolled his neck. It had been two days since she'd been taken, and they had narrowed down their search area to just three blocks. But the Industrial area was absolutely huge, and clearing each building took considerable effort and manpower. Still, each member of the Inner Circle was leading a team of a dozen well-armed and armored men, burning each warehouse once it was cleared. Suga chuckled, hearing sirens singing out in the night.
"Oh," Jungkook said as their captive groaned himself awake. "Look who came back! Just in time for round six!" He grinned and set the blowtorch down, pulling out a boning knife from its sheathe on his hip. "Been a while since I've flayed someone, Bossman. You mind?"
"Go for it," Suga said, returning to his seat a few feet away. "Got anything to say before we begin?" His dark gaze met the captive's frightened, teary eyes.
"P-Please," he said. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you where she is, okay? J-Just make him stop."
"Aww," the assassin pouted. "I don't think he likes me anymore, Suga-hyung."
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"Poor Kookie." A mirthless laugh fell from Suga's lips as he rested his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, his eyes hard as he turned his attention back to his captive. "Well? You've got one chance. Where. Is. She." It was an order, a commandment.
"S-She's in the old fishery," the man sobbed, hanging his head. Jungkook grabbed a fistful of the guy's hair and jerked his head up. The assassin straddled the guy's lap, grinning widely as he placed the tip of his filet knife under the man's jawbone. The guy squealed, but didn't jerk away. "I-I swear! Boss is gunna m-marry her tomorrow morning, then they're going to China right after, okay?" He wept, tears and snot streaming freely down his face. "P-Please, just kill me already."
"Good doggy!" Jungkook booped the man's nose with the hilt of his knife and stood up, turning smartly on his heel and striding over to Suga, hands on his hips. "I really don't think he's lying, Boss. Should I go take a look?"
"Mm." Suga rolled his tongue over his lower lip before shaking his head. "No, I'll send RM and his team. Go let him know, please. I'll take care of this one." Suga smiled up at his maknae before standing, watching as Jungkook trotted off to pass on his orders. "Kookie?" He called, stopping the assassin just as he was closing the door.
"Yeah, Boss?" Jungkook stuck his head through the door.
"I'm glad you're home," Suga said. Jungkook grinned and nodded, waving a bloody hand and striding off to follow the Boss' orders. When he was gone, Yoongi took a breath and stalked over to the man tied to the chair. He pulled his pistol from its shoulder holster and rested the barrel on the man's lower lip.
"If you're lying, I'll get your brother in here next. Let Jungkook flay him instead of you. The kid really enjoys it, too. One time, he hooked a guy up to IV fluids and antibiotics. Kept the poor fuck alive for eighteen days as he stripped his skin off. That takes talent, doesn't it?"
"Mmfphg," the man blubbered, shoulders shaking as he dropped his head and sobbed.
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"Shh, shh." Suga said, running his slender fingers through the guy's sweaty, greasy hair. "I know. It's okay now, though." Suga slipped the barrel of his Glock between the man's lips and thumbed off the safety.
"Almighty Lord, please help this poor, wretched soul discover Your peace. Let him receive Your comfort. Help him to be at rest knowing that You care for and that You love him. Calm his soul as he moves into the afterlife. May he spend eternity with You. And may he live forever in Your presence if he is deemed worthy, or be cast down to the bowels of Hell for all eternity."
Suga squeezed the trigger, and the back of the man's head blew off, splattering blood, shards of bone, and brain matter across the wall of Jungkook's workroom. Yoongi's lips rose in a small smile as he turned his eyes upwards, smirking. "Amen."
Yoongi wiped his gun off on the front of the man's shirt and turned on his heel, heading for the Manor's main floor. He passed one of his regulars and motioned to the assassin's workroom below.
"Go clean that up and ready the next prisoner, please. Make sure it's that guy's brother." His underling nodded and Suga took a deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning his shoulder against the stairway's wall. He flicked a glance out the window, eyes reflecting the light of dozens of fires on Hansu's waterfront, some three miles distant. "We're coming, Kitten. Just hang on a bit longer."
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ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇ:: -snorts and laughs- Suga giving Last Rites as he kills the guy. ♥
