All the hardest, coldest people you once met were once soft as water. That's the tragedy of living.
*Smut
*Sensuality
*Killing / Murder
*Short Chapters
*Crossdressing
#8 psychokiller 9/24/22
#3 yoonkook 10/02/22
#10 bloodandgore 9/30/22
#7 detective...
"Hello?" Jungkook whispered through the rough sack. For a while all he was hearing was someone sharpening knives over and over again, but they just now suddenly stopped.
"Shut the fuck up." A deep voice bellowed in a thick voice. Jungkook then felt a slap across his face, letting out a bubbly laugh. He knew it was the buff man.
"God, you're so fucking dead when I get out of this shit." He threatened with a wry chuckle. "I said shut it!"
Jungkook knew he was about to be slapped again, but another voice came that made the other guy stop. "That's enough." It said.
"Fucking slut." The buff man mumbled. Jungkook felt anger rise and struggled to get out of the restraints.
"Fuck off! I'm not a slut! You are!" The boy screamed and finally got one arm free and ripped the sack off of his head.
He was in what looked like a warehouse with hundreds of men standing around. All holding weapons and looking like they could snap a guy's neck with one hand.
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The man with the ponytail was standing not too far and skipped over, holding Jungkook's chin in his hands.
"Now, now, bunny. Calm down. My man here can do something else if you keep freeing yourself." He said in a sing-song voice, patting the buff man's chest.
"What do you want? To kill me? I've done nothing wrong." Jungkook spat and took the man's hand, twisting it it the side.
The ponytail man let out a shriek as he felt his bones breaking. Swiftly the buff guy got him away and laid a punch onto the boy's cheek.
Jungkook laughed and spit out the blood. "You're very strong." He cackled and leaned back into the chair, slightly spreading his legs. "I can give you more than that long-haired, dickless motherfucker over there." He grinned.
The buff man scoffed and was about to lay another punch, but the other stopped him. "Now, now. We don't want his pretty face hurt." He remarked as he held his flopping hand.
"Take him away and make sure he doesn't get away." The ponytail man demanded before leaving, a swarm of men trailing after him.
Jungkook sighed at the buff man as he lifted him up and carried him away. The boy cringed when he realized that anyone who walked past them had a full display of his ass.
"Can't I just fucking walk? I don't want these fuckers seeing my privates." He kicked his legs, his knee hitting the man in his face.
"Are you gonna let me live after that?" Jungkook wondered. The man grumbled something under his breath and before the boy knew it he was thrown onto a bed.
"Get clothes on." The buff man said before slamming the metal door shut. Jungkook let out a groan and stayed lying down, finding comfort in the silk sheets.
Before he fell asleep, he remembered Yoongi. His boyfriend. He shot up from the bed and slammed his fists into the door.
"What about Yoongi?! What did- why?! Bring him! Tell me he's safe!!" He screamed and continued beating on the door until blood trickled down his arms from his knuckles.
After hours of doing it, the boy collapsed on the floor with a choked sob.
