Asmodeus- the God of LUST ✅

24. The Past

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Jimin-

Andrew doesn't open his mouth so easily, so I had to adapt to a different approach. I stop Taehyung from cleaning Stephen's wound. His torture style differs from ours, where he'd clean him and make him bleed all over again, something Andrew isn't aware of. He still thinks he's letting him go. Poor bastard.

And if he doesn't clean his wounds then there are high chances of leaving him bleeding here before he dies.

"Open your mouth before this knife cuts through your tongue and you'll never be able to speak." I smile, all color from his face draining and the scarface doesn't look so scary now. "And oh, I'll kill you by putting you through a butcher's machine," I add that just to terrify him, Not only does my plan work on him but his brother too, who shakes before the stream of tears paints his face. 

I dug my knife deeper into his calf as he suppressed the screams, I could still hear her screaming my name, asking me to take her. The sooner I get my answers, the sooner I leave for my girl. I twist the knife before he screams loud making his brother open his swollen eyes.

"WHAT DO YOU WANT?" He screams, now surrendering before I further torture him or his brother.

"Answers," I say before cleaning my hands with my handkerchief. Kept the knife dug into his leg.

"Why and I cannot strain it more, the fuck you came to my house that day?" He knows the impact the deadly day has on me, everybody does. I'm not like the others who could hide their emotions well. I wear them on my sleeve and use them to manipulate the fuckers like him.

He laughs, he had the guts to do that in front of me when he very well knows how crucial I am right now. "If you don't want a bullet in your head, you'd speak." Namjoon hyung interferes because he knows, he's aware of my emotions and can be the biggest threat. Either I'll kill him or I'll be locked away in my brain. 

It happened a few years ago, on that rainy afternoon, on my mum's death anniversary. I knew Y/N was there, but I don't remember the conversation we had. Fucking hell I don't even remember how I reached home that day.

"Her mother, you know... Your little girlfriend's little one," and before he would continue I dug the second knife deeper in his thigh. "Call me little one once more and you'd not live for another second." I saw his jaw tick as he nodded understanding. I still keep the knife there though. WHY?

Because I'm too a bastard, maybe more than they'd ever give me credit for.

"Her mother was one of us, my father's betrothed. But she had to run away just a few hours ago from the marriage, he was pissed. He didn't know that his second wife would betray him, make him a laughing stock among his people." He looks me straight in the eye, "And you must know what the price of betrayal is." A smirk covers his lips, and he shifts in his seat wincing as the pain floods through his thigh.

But the story my bastard of a father told me was the opposite of what's he saying... According to him, it was Mum who was engaged to someone before marrying him.

"Did I ask you to stop?"

He glares at me as he continues, "She ran away, went MIA for like years. Nobody was able to find her or give us information as if she slipped from the face of the Earth. Only a miracle could bring us close to her."