MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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Tapping my fingers on the steering wheel and watching from the darkness of my car hidden in the alley, my eyes darted from person to person in hopes of finding what I'm looking for.

It's 1 in the morning, and the streets are dark and empty, except 50 feet ahead of me.

The bright sign reading The Muse is glowing in red and white lights, a few of them blinking due to being old, the flashing lights bouncing off of the puddles in front of the entrance from the rain that fell earlier. People, mostly old guys, keep walking in and out. It's honestly embarrassing.

The last 4 guys walked out after barely 15 minutes. It takes me longer to get my clothes off than it does for them to get naked, have sex, finish, get dressed, pay, and leave. I know the women there are most likely hating their lives, but the least you can do is to give them pleasure when they work so hard to give you the same. Although I doubt these old fucks can even get hard. Erectile disfunction is a glowing sign on their back. They probably can't even wank off, let alone please a woman.

Okay, focus, Jimin. You're not here to feel sorry for the prostitutes and their lack of orgasms.

But then again, after sitting in the same spot for 18 hours, it's fair that the concentration fails you. I am hungry. I need to take a piss. My ass had gone numb. And my dog is snoring in the back of the car, sleeping comfy without a care in the world. I'm honestly jealous.

I figured I'd stretch my legs, and I got out of the car, instantly meeting with a slap of cold air and the smell of rain. I put my hands in my pockets to keep them warm and cracked my neck, creating the sound that you'd only get from breaking a glowstick. The clouds are still thick above me, and by the smell of the air, I can tell the rain is going to come back soon, and it won't stop for a while.

Laughter from across the street got my attention, and it was two drunk guys holding onto each other as they're walking down the street, barely able to stand on their own two feet.

I used to do this on my old stakeouts. I would watch people and wonder what it's like to have a normal life. What it feels like to go out and get drunk, relax, think about nothing smart. And then she came into my dead, miserable life and turned it upside down. I had nothing to wonder about anymore. Everything I wanted to know about, she showed me.

We spent days at the beach, enjoying the sun on our skin and the cold water soothing the warmth, and then we'd spend the evenings going to lively places that I'd never think to go inside of. Beach bars with drinks and music. We danced under the moonlight on the beach, laughing and kissing, enjoying simple things. And we spent nights, many of them sleepless, making love and holding each other until the sun would come up again.

Each day was heaven with her, and now, thinking back, I'm not sure that any of it ever truly happened. It seems like a different life.

A small drop fell on my cheek, and I wiped it quickly, but as I did, another fell. And another. I realized it wasn't my tears. It was rain. It started drizzling again, and the sound of rain splattering in the street started becoming louder.

Not wanting to be wet along with everything else, I opened the door to get inside the car, when another car stopped at the front of the brothel, and the person I've been chasing in my dreams and reality had stepped out, surrounded by 3 guys taller then him, and he's 6'3.

In that moment, no rain and hunger and tiredness were there. I was blinded by rage, my vision flashing red. I was looking at him from the darkness, and the video he sent me all that time ago was playing before my eyes.

Rain tied up in chains while he's defiling her. His hands on her body. His sick smile as he enjoyed taking something that was never given to him.

Maybe he feels too comfortable or protected, but he has no sense of danger. If someone was standing only feet away from me, glaring at me from the darkness and menacing about the way they'd torture me, I would physically feel it on my back. But he... he is nonchalant, and he's laughing with his guards, walking inside the building like he owns it. Maybe he does. I wouldn't be surprised.