MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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'A WEEK AGO! A WEEK AGO!'

This screaming fool is giving me a migraine, but I guess using him as a darts board does that. I've nailed him to the wall with my knives, and I'm using him as a dummy practice. Blood is trailing down the cream walls from where his palms have been stabbed through. He's spread out like Jesus on the wall, his arms wide on his sides. The only difference is that his feet are free. I couldn't be bothered if I'm honest.

He's the only one alive at this very moment. I have gone on a rampage and cleared out his entire cartel. They didn't exactly see me coming, and once I was in, it was already too late for them. His men are dismembered all over the house they were hiding in, mostly in this very room. There are over a dozen of them bleeding and seeping into the tacky white carpet under my feet.

'I-I thought-you were-dead.'

'Only on the inside.' I answer him flatly, taking off a piece of his ear with another thrown knife, causing him to scream again. 'I would much rather hear about the little convo you had with my friends.'

'Th-they wanted me sell them a g-girl.' He groans

'Just one girl?'

'J-just one. I s-swear.' Huffing out, he closed his eyes and leaned back against the wall. 'They asked for any girl that's blonde and trained.'

'Trained?' I scoff

Their "trained" means a girl that's been so trafficked and abused that she lost herself and is simply going through the motions, unable to even end her life no matter how much she wants to. It means someone they forced into bending to everyone's every whim and is way past being afraid to even say a thing, no matter what they decide to do with her.

I've seen traffickers like them before. I've seen what they do to women and how women are once they're saved. Some of them simply exist. Some of them never come over it. Some of them simply kill themselves because they feel like it's their fault and shame to carry. I've seen it all. And even with my dead heart, it made me feel like I'm going to weep.

'Why did they need an abused woman? And a specifically blonde one at that.'

'They want to use her as a bait for someone. That's all I know! I swear!' He cries

A blonde woman. A bait. For someone. Let me take a wild guess at who that might be.
I just don't see why they'd need to bait me out. I'm not exactly hiding that I'm after them. It's been over a week since I went to port Nel, and since then, this is the 7th group I've cleared off the face of the earth. They know I'm coming for them. And if they think I'm gonna fail because they're baiting me out with a blonde girl, that's pathetic. As sorry as I could feel for the girl, if I felt anything anymore, I'll kill her without blinking. Blonde or bald. Couldn't care less.

'Did they get her or did you deliver her?'

His silence was a moment too long, so I flung a knife into his forearm, stacking up 4 knives in the same arm. More blood slid down the wall, and his cries became louder.

'I asked you a question.' I snap at him

'Th-they picked her up. A guy called Nolan. He's American. H-he picked her up in a black range rover.' Stuttering through his tears, he got something out

The same guy June told me about. I thought she was making it up, being sneaky and all, but it seems she was actually telling the truth.

'Last name?'

'He never said. I don't know anything else. I sw-'

Unable and unwilling to hear another "I swear", I ended his suffering with my blade through his eye. Taking my sweet time, I collected all of my knives, and when the last two came out of his hands, his body fell with the rest of his friends, tainting the carpet.