MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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I can't say I didn't get a single weird look carrying a naked guy on my back out of the brothel, but no one stopped me either. In fact, I ran into the same girl who welcomed me at the door, and she even opened the door for me to help me take him out. The girl that ran from the room earlier was there with her, still shaking but with a lot more clothes on, and she only stood back. They really hate him.

'Sir, here.' As I was about to walk out, the girl spoke and offered me something. Handcuffs. 'He's strong.' She mumbles, keeping her hand out for me still

'Thanks.' Actually, it's perfect. I don't want him using his hands. Or anything.

I took the handcuffs from her and found more strength in my body than I ever possessed in my life, and carried this mountain of a man to the car with ease. All the pent-up anger and resentment sure pushes me.

I threw him in the back seat, enjoying the fact that his head slammed against the roof of the car, possibly giving him a concussion. I pulled his arms to his back, tightly clicking the cuffs around his wrists. Too tightly. It's almost cutting into his skin, and I love the colour changing at the grip. Not leaving it too chance, I used the other handcuffs to get his ankles, not that he can use his right foot at the moment. Struggling, I pushed him against the door, and Hella jumped in, sitting next to him.

'If he moves, bite him.'

I kept my eyes on him on the entire way back, mostly thinking how I'm gonna need to clean the car. His naked ass is disgusting enough to ruin the seats, but his blood is getting everywhere.

I expected him to wake up, but he was out the entire way back to the house. To be fair, I did smack him nearly full force. A bit harder, and his neck would have been broken. And I'm not letting him die so easily.

I'll torture him slowly, keeping him alive just enough to bring him more pain. Just the imagination of his screams is making my dead heart skip a few beats. I found a new toy.

I opened the door once I stopped in front of the house, and he fell out as he was leaned into them. And I watched him, not even trying to stop it. I was going to carry him in there, but then I felt the gravel under my feet and decided it would be nicer of me to drag him. I want to see his skin tearing over the stone and pebble.

Taking hold of the handcuffs around his wrists, I pulled him down the path, listening to the rocks cutting into his back and the flesh squelching just slightly as the handcuffs cut into his wrists, drawing blood.

I dragged him up the stairs to the porch, happily listening to his head bounce off the edge of each step. Ahh.. heaven.

And then hell. I honestly forgot about the guys. For a moment, I was in my own world, completely forgetting that anyone else exists, including them. So when I walked in, dragging a naked man with me, I was welcomed with a full committee.

'What. An actual. Fuck?'

I turned just enough to see the looks on their faces. Disbelief. Shock. Confusion.

'You actually got the son of a bitch.' Jungkook got up, scoffing in shock, but a smile spreading across his face. It's like I didn't stab him a day and a half ago. He's acting fin. 'I'm getting a turn on that fucker.'

'Make that two of us.' Taehyung added from the side, but was still mumbling as he observed the naked moron on the floor

'Three.' Namjoon grit his teeth in anger. He's never the one for torture. He never did it, and he said he never would. But he definitely is pissed off enough to do it now. The betrayal hits hard.

'Why is he naked?' Jin asks

All these fucking questions... lucky for them that I'm in a good mood so I can be bothered to answer.