MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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One done. 12 to go.

Without even going home, I went to my next target. The next name on the list. A seemingly small and unnoticeable gang with petty crimes such as robberies and assaults. In reality, they own multiple nightclubs whose basements and dungeons serve as a ring of underage prostitution. Kids as young as 15 were taken by them.

Not anymore. It took me barely 2 hours to kill them all, but they knew nothing. As it turned out, their services were no longer needed by the Widows, so they dropped them. I practically used them to blow off some steam from that whore touching me up. I need to scrub myself from the places her skin touched mine. Fuck that was revolting.

But... 11 to go now.

By the time I got home, the sun was just coming down from the sky, and I still had plenty of energy. Enough to visit my best friend.

It was relieving not to find a single one of them in the living room. Even Hella was gone. Gyumin probably took her out or to his room. He started sneaking her in like it's a girl, not a dog.

I heard grunting and cries before I even opened the door properly, and he was in too much pain to notice me there anyway.

I closed the door as I listened to his cries and muffled sobs, tears trailing down his face and dripping off his chin. There was more fresh blood under him, a few drops leaking down his leg. Maybe I would have wondered what happened, but the smell of shit was quite hard to miss. It practically slaps you in the face.

'You are way too young to have prostate problems. What's the issue?'

He looked up, just barely, his head hanging and falling back down.
'F-fuck y-y-you.' He stuttered through pain

'Let me help clean you up.'

I got the hose, washing him down once again. The blood washed off of him, swirling into a pool underneath his feet, soaking them into a puddle of shit, vomit and blood.

Walking around him, I made sure to spray his back as well, and most importantly, his ass. I focused the strong gush of water on his ass, making him scream in pain. He's been so cut up that I could shove a fist up there.

Panting, he spat out some water, his chest moving in an aggressive but tired manner, his body shuddering in cold.

Out of pure curiosity, I went under to see up close what is going on with his ass, and nearly threw up myself.

His asshole is swollen and definitely infected. The spikes in the edge of the little circle are swallowed halfway up with the sensitive skin, some of bubbles turning greenish. The smell is absolutely vile even from afar, indicating rotten flesh. That was fast.

'Damn. You got fucked.' I comment as I pull away, listening to him cry over and over 'Ready to talk?'

'I don't know where she is.' He whimpered

'Then tell me where your friend Shadow is. I'll ask him.'

'N-no.'

'Right. I guess you really like the pain, and who am I to say no to you?' I patted him on the back twice. 'You can even choose. I can pull your teeth out one by one. I can cut off more of your toes. I can cut off your hands. Or I can shove another cactus up your ass. I'll give you a minute to think about it while I give you a nice haircut.'

Not a single sound of protest besides the painful whimpering as I cut his hair with a knife in the choppiest way until all of his hair was floating in the water around his feet. Whatever was left on his head looked like an absolute mess, some strands longer, some shorter.