Let's bet (JK ff)

25.

⚠️ This is mature content which contains violence, please only read if you can handle it. ⚠️

Pov Y/n

Tied to a chair, he is finally moving again. The stuff works for about 30 minutes, but it took a little longer for him to show the first signs of movement. V and I stand next to the two other unknown members at the back against the cold wall. JK stands a little in front of us in the dark room.

The victim moves and gasps when he finally lifts his head. His movements become abruptly jerkier as he realizes he is tied up in an unknown place. He turns his head around jerkily and examines the room. We have removed the face mask from him. His head spin ends abruptly as he notices the dark figure in the front.

"W- where am I? A- And who are y- you?", I notice his fear very well.

Deserved.

JK takes two more steps forward and the figure on the chair widens his eyes. It is difficult to perceive the whole scene. The only light, is the one glowing through the cracks of the darkened window.

"HQ BlackAngels," echoes the scary, ice-cold voice of JK.

The man's face instantly pales. "S- stay a- away from me," he stammers unclearly.

"You know who we are, right?", JK has an evil smile on his face, signaling any person in their right mind to stay away from him.

The 'poor' man gets the same effect from his psycho smirk. Totally scared, he nods.

"And you also know why you're here, right?"

The victim shakes his head.

"You know what I really hate?"

No response.

"Liars".

Still no answer.

"Do you know what BlackAngels stands for?" he asks the man in the chair.

He nods shakily.

"Then think again very carefully why really you out of all people are tied to this chair".

No answer.

"Yeah that's what I thought".

He continues without waiting for an answer, "Abusing children. Do you realize what you've done?"

No response.

JK walks closer to him so that he is standing right in front of him. Suddenly he has a knife in his hand.

The man gasps in fear.

"You ruined more than one life with your actions".

"I- I w- will n- never d- do i- it a- again I- I s- swear," he stammers desperately.

"Yes! First time you say something true. You will never do it again," he says calmly, signaling us to join him with our fingers.

As we, four of us, step forward, the bound victim's eyes widen even more.

JK presses his knife against the victim's throat again, and dark red blood trickles from the cut.

"P- Please d- don't k- kill m- me," he whispers, agony reflected in his eyes.

"What did you say to the children that you abused, when they begged you to stop huh?"

A loud scream came from the man as JK pressed the knife deeper into his skin. He then jerked the knife back and blood spattered.

"Now!"

The unknown man next to me points his pistol at the disgusting figure in the chair and he presses the trigger.