My Saviour [A Minsung Fanfiction]

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⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THE FOLLOWING SCENE CONTAINS DESCRIPTION OF TORTURE AND VIOLENCE. I WOULD LIKE TO MAKE THAT CLEAR THAT THIS CHAPTER OR THE SCENE BELOW IS NOT MEANT TO SUGGEST ANY IDOL'S PERSONALITY IRL. CONSTRUCTIVE CRITISISM IS ALLOWED BUT I DO NOT DESIRE ANY HATE COMMENTS. [*NOT MEANT TO ROMANTICIZE*]

Listen to "Heather" by Conan Gray.

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The alleyway filled with screams mixed with laughters. One was having the best time of their life while the other was having a time which they wouldn't even wish for their worst enemy. Chan inserted big needles under the man's fingernails, between the nails and the flesh, all the way down to his knuckles. The red hot liquid was dripping off his fingers, as he cried and screamed in pain. But there was no one to hear him. That was already painful enough, and now he was stepping towards the said man with pliers. He did the worst, and was about to something for which the word worst won't be sufficient.

A constant smile plastered on Chan's face, the same smile he gives to his acquaintances and the same smile he gives to people he's about to torture. Chan doesn't kill. He tortures, brutally. But he doesn't think that it's his fault, whoever he tortures, they bring it upon themselves. That's what he thinks. Not because that makes him feel less guilty, he doesn't even feel that, but because he doesn't want to take anything's blame on himself, when he clearly refuses it to be his fault, even when it is. Like now, the man, who was chained up, and sitting on a chair with his disfigured nails, hit Seungmin.

In the face. Chan wouldn't endure that like the boy did.

The beef between the man and Seungmin was surely why the latter doesn't tell Chan to take back the rules he declared. Foolish man. Chan held the man's fingertips between the pliers, and grinned before he started to apply pressure. The man shrilled, his voice range increasing with the pressure Chan was applying. It sounded heavenly to him, to hear people cry in agony and anguish.

The man's fingertips crushed between the cutters, blood began to spatter all over like water does from the fountain, while Chan placidly gripped the handles. He was a monster, because the emotions even a cruel person feels for the sake of humanity didn't exist in his stone heart. Chan had an addiction for the smell of blood. Ironic. Slowly, like he had all the time in the world to do this, Chan moved to the thumb. He did the same thing 10 times consecutively, the man passed out when Chan cut his ring finger off.

The man with disfigured fingertips became a man with no fingertips. Chan cut them all off.

"You should stand as an example for the others. They should know the consequences are real." Chan says and made a call to Min Jun.

He picked up before the first ring could be finished.

"Sir, do you need something?"

"Send your rats over to the alleyway behind the headquarters." He hung up on Min Jun saying that. Then he remembers that there is a grand event at night, he can't waste his time waiting for them. Chan didn't care about the blood that dried on the area beside his lips, his nose, and his hands. With a psychotic grin, he was headed to his car which was out in the road. As Chan drove off from the area, he heard the sounds of engine from behind, he averted his eyes to the rear view mirror to see that Min Jun's people has arrived. On the other hand, he was kind of stressed out.

He trusted Hannah but still was tensed, she didn't inform him about Minho. It's not like that there won't be any other ways to know Minho's intentions, but Chan considers this as wasting time on a useless and stubborn brat. Also, there has been a change in his plan. He won't give away his time trying to know Minho's motive, he can do this any way. He will do something unusual of him to do.