PSYCHO???

CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT(⚠️T/W-Body mutilation)

KYUNG EUNSOO

      I watched in horror as Yoonho fell to the ground with a very loud thud. Blood immediately pooled around his head and body.

            " Yoonho!!!! What the fuck is wrong with you? I'll kill you!! You fucking bastard "

I yelled as I looked him dead in the eyes. I gritted my teeth as he pointed the gun at me.

             " You had your chance boy "

I clenched my fists and waited for him to fire the gun but Taemin suddenly threw a rope around Byungchan's neck and pulled him back. Taemin tightened the rope, strangling Byungchan but he was having a hard time holding on to him because of how injured he was.
  Byungchan almost immediately ran his elbow to the side of Taemin's head. Taemin lay unmoving as Byungchan slowly walked towards him. I ran towards Byungchan, turned him around and jabbed my knee into his ribs. He crouched down as he held onto his side. I sent a kick to the back of his head and watched him fall to the ground. I picked him up by his hair and threw repeated punches on his face until he bled out. I got off him and kicked him hard in the chest. I walked over to him and tried to pick him up again but suddenly, I felt an unbearable pain around my abdomen. I let go of him and slowly traced my hand to my abdomen. I felt something sticking out, so I looked down and saw the knife that was driven all the way into my body. I staggered a little and fell on my knees as blood oozed out and the pain shot up. Byungchan was now making his way towards me and I couldn't move. He dragged his feet towards me with a smug smile on his face. I heard a loud crash as Taemin smashed a piece of wood against Byungchan's head.

             " Eunsoo!!! Eunsoo!!"

My vision was starting to get really blurry and I felt really weak. I could hear the faint sound of the sirens and then....every thing went dark.

LEE BYUNGCHAN
     I opened my eyes as cold water hit my face. I looked around the cold grayish room but there was no one else there.
               " You're finally awake "
I turned over to the now open door with wide eyes.
              " What is it now? I didn't cause any trouble.....I promise "

              " Are you sure? Because somehow, the media is talking about how a former top detective  went wild and shot two people while injuring three and you know what else, they're saying I have something to do with it because I recommended you "

              " I don't know how the news got out. I was really careful "

              " Well, not careful enough. There are no more chances for you.  You see, we must get rid of things we don't need anymore and I don't need you anymore. You made quite a mess "

                " You son of a bitch "
I yelled and spat at him. I tried to move but I couldn't and it frustrated me a lot. My hands were bound together above my head and my legs were bound together too, putting me in an awkward and exposed standing position.

          I  watched him wipe the saliva with a small handkerchief before making his way towards me. I knew I was defenseless but I had to put up a fight.
                  " Death sure does make people brave "

                  " I won't go down just like this.....you'll see "

                  " I don't like getting my hands dirty but I can't let you die an easy death. You will have to suffer a little "

         He pulled out a tool box and rolled up his sleeves. He pulled out a plier and walked towards me.

             " A lot of people say I'm too sophisticated and old to still be into tools "

He said with a hearty laugh and motioned to one of the men next to him. The man pulled the rope that bound my hands above my head down and forced me into a chair. I gulped as he strapped me into the chair. My boss walked slowly over to me and sat in the chair before me

         He held one of my fingers and clipped the tip of my fingernail with the plier. I screamed in pain as he turned and pulled the fingernail out of the flesh. I struggled and wriggled as he held another finger.
         " You know...greedy people are my favourite kind of people because they will do whatever there is to do, to keep or get whatever they want "
 
         " Spare me the bullshit ". I said and sighed

        " But greed combined with stupidity and impatience will only get you killed. It took me twenty years of being someone's dog to get to where I am today. I will not let the slip up of one man, ruin everything I have laboured for "

I groaned in pain as he pulled the last fingernail out. He picked up a hammer and my heart thumped loudly in my chest. He lifted the ham and dropped it on my fingers. I screamed as he repeatedly smashed my fingers with the hammer. He continued hitting them until they were limp and mashed. He gave me a big smile as he looked at my other hand. I wanted to fight back but I couldn't do anything because of the straps. I fought back the pain as he smashed my other hand. My hands were throbbing as blood oozed out of the disfigured things that used to be my fingers.
         I headbutted him when he moved close to me and glared at him. He staggered while holding his hand to his head. I was doomed either way so I might as well do whatever I wanted.He growled angrily and swung the hammer against my knee.
         " Just kill me you son of a bitch "
      
        " Beg me...beg me to kill you. Beg!! "
He screamed and smashed my other knee with the hammer. He grabbed a knife and slashed my left ear off. The stinging sensation was overwhelming and blood flowed down my neck. He slashed off my other ear and I almost went mad from the pain.
         " Please...
        " Louder.....louder!!"
He drove the knife repeatedly into my thighs while looking me in the eyes.

        " Please!! Kill me !! "
He drove the knife deep into my chest without breaking eye contact while  I felt unbearable pain and coughed out blood. I gave him a  small smile and took in deep breaths.
        
            " Hang the bastard "
I felt the rope go around my neck but my vision was too blurry for me to see what was happening. The rope was getting tighter and tighter as I was being pulled off the ground.
        It was getting really hard to breathe now as my legs dangled in the air. I felt my body and mind weaken and in that moment, I could see them. My father was praising my brother as usual while I sat in a corner of the tiny room.
         He picked up his slippers and hauled it at me. He walked over to me and pulled me up by my hair.
        " Can't you be more like your brother? You're useless and having you was a mistake "
The voices in my head were getting louder. I wish I had given the both of them more terrible deaths than I did. I was getting weak and I couldn't stop the tears that flowed down my face.
          " I'll see you in hell...Kim Sangtae "