Knifes and Roses || MinSung

seven.

It has been three hours since Minho left, according to the watch he was wearing and he was eternally bored. There was nothing for him to do in this room as it only contained a bed and a desk. He hasn't done anything, but play with the chains he had around his wrists.

He couldn't believe out of all the people out in this maniacal world, Minho was the serial killer. Well, maybe he could. As he thought before, the guy seemed awfully quiet and secretive, so Jisung guessed this was the reason why.

The only good thing out of this was knowing Minho had a huge dick. Other than that, he hated being at the hell hole he was in. The other problem with this was, he had to use the bathroom. He had no clue if the chains were long enough to make it to the room or not, so instead of automatically making up assumptions, he walked up to a door which opened up to be the bathroom. It was close to his bed, so he was heavily grateful that Minho was at least considerate for that. He smiled as he was able to reach the toilet and quickly did his buissness before washing his hands, walking out.

Now, back from the beginning, boredom.

Him being in a lost train of thoughts, he wondered how no one notice Minho sneaking Jisung out. And where the fuck was his car?

If Chan was there, he would've seen everything, right? It didn't quite add up to Jisung as he didn't think Chan would be so careless.

The bedroom door opened up as Minho walked in, wearing something completely different from his black attire. He was dressed casually, wearing ripped jeans and just a random shirt to go along with it.

"Did you do anything when I was gone?" Minho cockily spoke up, sitting the the swivel chair as it spun him around slowly.

Jisung smiled back with a little mocking laugh, "yeah, I did. I took a piss."

Minho nodded his head before standing up again, walking over to Jisung, standing the boy up from the bed.

"Chan wants you back at work."

Jisung looked at Minho as he pushed him away from himself, "Don't fucking put your hands on me." He snapped, "and the fuck? I'm stuck here I can't go so shut up. What the hell did you tell them anyways?"

Minho sighed, "All I said was that after we had our time together, I took you home."

"Yeah, who would've guessed I was at a dickheads house right now. Dumbass.." Jisung rolled his eyes before he was suddenly pinned to the wall. "What the fu-"

"You run your pretty mouth a lot, don't you?" Minho cackled, "I think it's time for you to learn how to control yourself."

Jisung was about to say something before he stopped as he watched Minho grab a knife from his pocket. He traced the sharp piece of metal on Jisungs body as the younger was tensing up. Minho hummed to himself as Jisung found it a bit frightening, the blade just teasing to open up his skin.

He felt as Minho lifted up his shirt, the blade now being pressed directly on his stomach as Jisung was trying to push his hand away as he looked up at Minho. Tears were already staining the outside of his eyes as he saw no mercy from Minho, but just fire growing in his eyes as if he was enjoying seeing Jisung in this state.

Jisung started begging Minho to stop but it didn't get him nowhere once he felt the blade sink into his skin, slowly cutting down his stomach. The brunette screamed out in pain, his hands still trying his best to push Minho away from him before he didn't have any other option but to punch Minho in the face.

"S-STOP!" Jisung screamed, backing up more into the corner as he held himself.

Minho looked at Jisung now on the floor, blood staining and pouring out of him. The young boy was shaking, curled up into a ball as he shed his tears.

The taller looked at Jisung with pure disgust as he grabbed his hair, standing the brunette back up.

Jisung held his stomach with his arms, trying his best to keep the blood from gushing out of him as he looked up weakly at Minho.

"You think punching me is going to make this easier for you, huh?!" He raised his voice at Jisung and he didn't get any reply from him. He swiftly grabbed the knife and raised it up to Jisungs neck, "You're a fucking bitch that means nothing to anyone, got it? People only see you as someone to use to their advantage. Your body is the only thing people want from you. That's all that you're good for, nothing else. Once you die here, they will find someone else like Felix and be all over him next. Don't think you're important to anyone cause you are not." He slashed open Jisungs neck, the same spot where he cut the other night.

Jisung slid his back against the wall, his tears falling endlessly as the pain was all he could feel. Mentally and physically. It was too much for him to take all at once. He held his neck, feeling his blood pour out as he tried to contain the amount of liquid he was loosing in his stomach.

Minho got up and slammed the bedroom door behind him, Jisung noticing that Minho was gone he tried to wipe off his tears with his hand that shook tremendously and got up, stumbling into the bathroom. He couldn't even remove his shirt as the handcuffs were the way, so instead of trying to take it off, he found towels that were folded neatly in the bathroom cubby and grabbed some, deciding to make himself an wrap out of the cotton fabric. He turned the sink on, trying his best to not cry so he could see properly. Dabbing his stomach off with a towel, he folded the towel a couple times before he wrapped the fabric around his waist and tried to tie the ends together, but it wouldn't stay in tack as the pieces were too thick. He almost felt like giving up on himself before he started going through the drawers and finding gauze pads and wrap.

He smiled, thinking that he was finally saved, "dumbass forgot he put this in here?" He wiped his tears away, ignoring the blood that was pouring out of his neck as he was too focused on his stomach area. He covered himself with the gauze pads and secured it with the wrap.

He looked at himself in the mirror and wipped up the raiming stained blood on his waist before he had totally forgot about the cut on his neck. He hastily grabbed a towel and dabbed the area that got effected off before he felt lightheaded. He dropped the towel and turned the sink back on now splashing cold water on his face, slapping himself lightly.

Just as he turned the water off, he tried his best to make it to his bed, but it was hard for him to as everything was spinning around him. He felt as if he was on a never ending carousel as the room just kept rotating faster and faster. Seeing multiple splotches of random colors, he blinked a few times trying to gain his consciousness before everything went black.

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Sorry for the inactivity I've been busy with work so that's great

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