MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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'Good morning.'

I greeted him mockingly as I walked into my new favorite room.

I left him there for hours and hours, confusing him with the times. It's 11 in the night right now, and I have been waiting all day for the special gift I bought today.

He looked like absolute shit. His wrists are cut into deeply, with those cuffs settling under his skin. His toes have stopped bleeding, but it looks gory. His nose is still busted open, but an ugly nose won't make him any uglier. And it seems he ate those little toes and threw up more than once, and ate it. More than once. There is vomit on the tape, probably more that came out of his nose. The tape itself is still shut to his lips, and his eyes are bloodshot red. All the convulsing will do that to you.

'Good little dog. You ate your food.'

He raised his head, looking at me with those red eyes, still glaring. I will get that glare out of him. Maybe I'll take his eye out. Haven't done that in a few years. It's pretty gory.

'I went and bought you a little present today. I thought this newfound friendship deserved a commemoration.'

He grumbled something under his tape, and I can only assume it was fuck you.

'So rude of me.' I walked over and ripped the tape off, possibly ripping of parts of his skin as it's the industrial tape. Strong shit. Definitely ripped some skin off his lips as they started bleeding in a few spots. He winced in pain but didn't waste a second to spit on me. He didn't even go for my face. He spat on my shoulder. Pathetic.

'Well. This is good for you, I'd say.'

I swiped a blade and shoved it in the exact spot on his shoulder where he just spat on me, making him yell out in pain.

'Anywhere else u wanna spit?'

All he did was groan on and on until it turned to painful huffing.

'Now, let's start the day nice and easy.'

I brought a box with me of the things I thought would be useful. Like potato peeler and a lighter for the stove, only this one is more of a flame thrower. Just small.

I also looked through a few more things before settling for a peeler and took it out.

'You know, I always wondered what you'd look like without tattoos.'

More panic settled into his face at the realization, and he started cussing me out and threatening in the poor attempt of saving himself.

'Where should we start?' I tapped the peeler on my palm, making a few circles around him like a shark around his pray

'Let's start here. This way, you can watch with me. Let's find out.'

I leaned the peeler to his skin on his chest, pressed into it, and pulled down a long, painful streak. His skin peeled off into a perfect line and was hanging off through the peeler as the streak on his chest bled. The ripped skin was left hanging on his chest, with the blood coming through the pores underneath it.

'Fucking-fuck- I'm gonna fucking kill you!!!'

'Hmm. I can still see the tattoo. Let's dig deeper, shall we?'

I smirked at him, pulling another line down the same exact spot, making him clench his entire body. Blood dripped down his torso as the two layers of peeled skin were hanging off his left peck.

'This is gonna take a while. We should probably take one part per day. Don't want you overworked.'

He is not just someone who has a few tattoos. He is practically covered. From his neck to his feet, there is not a piece of visible skin. But by the time I'm done with him, he's gonna be back to his original settings. A blank canvas.