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Jeon Jungkook, aka JK, is known as the Mafia King of the world for good reason, he's tough, rude, and ruthless. He doesn't care about anyone except his inner circle and won't hesitate to hurt those who cross him. Love isn't in hi...
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Third Person's P.O.V At 8:00 am.
The whole dungeon is dark, filled with screams and groans. Only blood can be seen around. People start their morning with fresh air and sweet bird chirping sounds. With the freshness of the clear sky and fresh air, they start their mornings with a nice breakfast. That's normal people's deeds. Not people like those who start their mornings with screams and cries, seeing red blood around, which makes them feel very good and fresh.
Just like right now, at the sight of the early morning. A poor man in his twenties sits on the floor covered with blood, crying, shouting, and begging for his life. Until someone shouts, making him stop. "Stop shouting. It's making my ears want to bleed."
The man with silver hair speaks with a loud, cold voice, making the man under him shiver in fear.
"He is scared, duh," the black-haired man says with a smirk, making everyone present there smirk as they all let out an evil laugh as well.
"Poor soul. Death is on its way," the short boy with pink hair speaks with his angelic face, but his words aren't angelic at all.
"If he was scared, he wouldn't have done that," the owner of the deep and cold voice, the leader of the gang, speaks with his deep as ocean voice. Lips and eyes pierced, a mole under his thin pierced lips. With his hot tattooed hand holding a knife, he stares at the person on the floor, his death glaring him with his angry eyes, all ready to finish him.
"Please... please don't kill me. Please leave me....l-let me go...."
The man pleads with his fearful voice, crying, blood dripping from his nose and forehead. His hands already tied, eyes closed, feeling death near, very near.
"You think you can say that and I'll let you go from here, huh?"
The black-haired boss with pierced lips said with a horrifying voice. He didn't wait for any answer as he stepped his foot on the man's leg, pressing it hard, making the man scream from his lungs, loudly. His scream didn't even last long as the tattooed man started stabbing the person with the sharp knife.
"ARGHHH... Please leave me... AGHH... Please..."
"Scream. Scream more. I just love the way you scream!"
"please... let me go... have a little mercy!!"
"Mercy? What's that? I don't think I have that word in my dictionary. Do I?"
The tattooed man said as he looked at his partners who shook their heads no.
"Nope. You don't."
The man said with his boxy laugh, making his partner laugh, while the pale-looking man with silver hair just smirked, making the tattooed man chuckle in evil.
"See, told ya; I don't have it in my dictionary. So I can't give you that. Since it's not in my dictionary. But I do have one special word in my dictionary. Wanna know what it is? It's called 'suffer'. So suffer now!!" He said with his very dangerous and deep voice, angrily, as he keeps on stabbing the man on the right side of his shoulder, showing no sign of stopping.
