Sasaeng Sister [In big roles: Sunghoon, Lee Know, skz, Ateez, Jungkook]

Chapter 57

Han's eyes were huge and tearful as he awaited his punishment. Overall, he looked like a poor street kid with soaking clothes and wet hair.

"Don't cry, honey, or Hannie, is that what they call you?" the plague doctor said. "I, personally, like this punishment."

A long silence followed.

I expected the two masked men to come down with something horrible, but they were nowhere to be seen.

Han stepped forward.

"What is it?"

The plague doctor chuckled.

"Oh... Aren't you eager to get punished?"

He turned his back on us, checking on his fellow kidnappers beyond our view.

"Don't worry. You will get punished soon. Just a few more minutes to heat the branding iron."

Branding iron...

Dang...

That wasn't fun.

At least it would be over quickly. The pain, not the mark. The 'brand' would last forever...
But so would any other scar we obtained during the sadistic game.

"I'm not doing it," Minho muttered, his face pale and dour.

Jungkook stood beside him in his circle, hugging himself with eyes closed. He pressed his injured palm to his body, gripping the elbow with his other hand. He remained so motionless he could have been a statue or a Buddhist monk.

"You have to," he said, not opening his eyes.

"I'm not going to," Minho replied firmly.

"Whatever," Jungkook responded, still keeping his eyes shut.

He didn't crack them open even when the masked men came down, holding a blazing branding iron with 'True RealiTy' as the mark that would be scarred on Han.

"Yeah, I am not doing it," Minho affirmed as the men approached him.

"There's no time to argue about this. If you aren't done with it in a minute, you and Han will face the punishment for the tenth circle. And I assure you, that is the most painful punishment. You won't be looking like idols after that," the plague doctor said. "You won't even look like people if you survive," he added.

Yunho gulped, his eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. He would face that fate if he stepped out of his circle. The possibly fatal punishment.

Han could still escape the tenth punishment, so he waded toward Minho, rushing through the water that now reached his knees. He jumped a little to move faster, splashing water on people nearby.

"Come on. Just do it. I'm ready," Han said.

He turned around, lowered his pants to expose his butt. As if that wasn't shocking enough, he bent over, pointing his buttocks toward Minho, making it clear where he wanted the branding.

"Fuck... this is stupid," Minho groused and snatched the branding iron stick from the masked men.

The taller one of the men quickly moved to hold Han in place while the other leaped to ensure that Minho did his job well.

The glowing tip of the branding iron emitted a fierce orange hue. That was the part that bore the words 'True RealiTy.' It was quite a sizable logo that would surely cover all of Han's butt cheek, which, regardless, was the best spot for something you didn't want to see or be seen. But Han wouldn't be able to sit for days after this.