MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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As I was scooping up dog food, Hella day next to me, huffing in excitement and wagging her tail in expectation as if she didn't eat 20 minutes ago.

'Sorry, girl. Not for you. I have a different dog to feed.'

'Are you actually going to feed him dog food?' Hoseok asks from the side

'He can choose. This or more of his toes.'

His dramatic grimace was one of disgust, but he didn't say a thing.

I drew my knife at someone's hand trying to snatch the bowl out of my own, only to see Namjoon firmly holding onto it, looking me dead in the eyes. 

'I'm feeding that mutt.'

There was no judgement in his voice. On the contrary, he sounded pissed off. His jaw clenched at the word "mutt," and I let the bowl go to his hand, and pulled my knife away.

'Can someone piss in this? He might be thirsty.'

'Are you actually going to torture him? You?' Hoseok looked at him in shock

'This asshole nested under my roof for years. I trusted him, fed him, kept him safe, all for him to piss in my face. All of ours. And the worst of all, he took our sister from us and took her dignity in the last days of her life. He hid two of our brothers and let them be tortured. I treated him like a brother. We all did, and all he did was betray us.'

I would have said something when he mentioned Rain, but he was genuinely angry. He was from the moment he found out about Ren being what he is. He just had to keep his composure. Keep the image of the leader.

'You're gonna hold his face, and I'll stuff it with this shit.' Namjoon says to me and then turns, walking away

Namjoon. Torture. First time for everything.

I followed him down, letting him walk in first. This fucker seems to have been asleep, head hanging low between his shoulders. His arms tired of holding him were turning a different colour. They were pale, almost white with the lack of blood cursing through them, and his hands fully blue because of the cuffs. I'm pretty sure his hands need amputation. Which I'll give to him anyway for ever placing them on Rain.

Namjoon stopped for a minute, looking him up and down, then looking at the mess around him. Blood under him and blood splatters around his feet. His skin hanging off his chest, and his ribs being a bloody hole where his tattoo once was.

'You peeled off the mark.' He says, a small smile curving his lips, which is almost eerie to see on Namjoon

'It's not his to bear.'

'I would have done it if you didn't. Now let's wake him up. He looks hungry.'

Never saw Namjoon walking into this place, but I'm kind of happy right now. Good to know I'm not the only psychopath in the house. Apart from this hanging asshole.

I thought about how to wake him up, and thought that dangling skin on his chest was disturbing, so like a rope, I pulled it roughly, making him wake up with a scream as I pulled off more skin, almost taking his nipple off.

He breathed deeply, his eyes falling on me and Namjoon before he groaned.
'Great. Two of you.'

'We were talking. Thought you were hungry.' Namjoon spoke in a cold tone as he walked to him, holding a dog bowl in his hand.

'You think I'm gonna eat that?' He scoffs at Namjoon, but I anwered for him

'Either that or two more of your toes. You can pick. We're just that nice.'