⚔︎ Double Edged Swords ⚔︎

Come To Me

"Get ready everyone," Seungkwan talks through the mic, pulling out the window of the blueprints of the base. Wonwoo scans the cameras and radars, pinpointing everyone's location. The beta looks at Jihoon who's typing away on his laptop.

"Almost there..." He tells the older one.

Wonwoo presses a button and speaks into the mic. "Get ready in five..."

   Soonyoung dives back into the bushes, spotting Mingyu and Hansol. The two nod their heads, Mingyu raising his pistol and knife in hand while Hansol raises the button to set off the bombs.

   On the other side, Joshua grips his daggers, Minghao with his pistol and nunchucks, and Chan with his knuckle rings and gun. When the Chinese male looks at the two Ataraxia members, eyeing the door with wide and murderous looks, crookedly grinning wide, itching for revenge.

"Oh, don't worry, Jun," Joshua's pupils thin out, and Minghao can see an underlying glow from the omega's irises and pupil. "I'll make sure they suffer more than what you had to endure. I'll rip them apart so slowly... I'll mutate them, I'll make sure they're nothing but a pile of meat so they can eat each other up." He giggles insanely. Minghao is starting to see the true nature of them. Or at least how they would ideally behave from watching Joshua. They'll lose it, brought back down from where they started because they're losing hope and a grip of humanity for losing each other.

   Minghao carefully turns to Chan and he has the same look, muttering the twisted things he has in storage. "I'll rip out their vocal cords and wrap it around their necks, shove it down their throats, get everything out of them until I explode their heads."

{Go!!!}

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Thud!

"Tsk, how is he still alive?" Junhui listens to the men around him as he's lying on the cold floor. He feels tired, weak, cold, painfully sore, but so empty. His mind is hazy, full of alpha pheromones. His sub gender really has become so weak, reborn, and only knows to submit. His old sub gender knew how to fight because he grew up learning it. Now he has to start over, but it's fruitless.

   Someone grabs him by his hair and lifts him to sit on his knees. He stares at the man with a tired look. "He's still holding on to hope."

Minghao... Minghao

   That's the only thing that's keeping him going. The hope to see Minghao one day. He knows Minghao will come soon. He just needs to wait a little longer. The two of them are madly in love, there's no way Minghao would let anyone else touch him unless they are willing to die. But at some point, he almost lost hope when they tried lying to him that Minghao was dead. He murdered five people in one go until the remaining person told him the truth. That also promoted him to remember his mark. He can feel if his mate is alive, dead, in pain, or close by.

   Now here he is, again, being discarded from others' pleasures. What's the point in torturing and raping him when he's lost too much weight? He can't even properly function in his own body at this point, always passed around like a sex doll.

"Look in those eyes again, and tell me what you see." Someone demands.

"There's..." The man sees the fire in Junhui's eyes still. They've tried to break his psyche. They're somewhat effective in telling that the man looks more lifeless than in the last two years. "Still hope."

   Junhui sees someone behind the two smirk. "Go fill the tub." The sound of water rushing triggers Junhui's reaction. His eyes grow wide, struggling against his restraints, and screaming as the men hold him down. They've at least impacted multiple trauma points onto him even if Junhui is still putting up a fight.