MERCENARY 3: Descent into Madness |BTS JIMIN FF|

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RAIN POV

'Ren?'

I asked a simple, logical question, as I didn't see another reason as to why we're standing in front of the torture chamber.

His lips curved into a slight smirk, but he didn't answer.

'After you, madame.' He did some courtesy, gesturing for me to open the door, which made me chuckle a little, but I did it

The heavy door squealed open, the metal scraping the concrete inside the room, and I had to actually close my eyes and pull back because I felt like gagging at the smell.

In the middle of the room was Ren, or what's left of him. His limbs amputated, or rather, cut off. His skin peeled off of him like he's a filleted fish. His heart, or what I assume it is, was on the ground in front of his hanging corpse, squashed and flattened to the floor. And whatever he used to violate me was not there. An eunuch.

I turned to look at Jimin, actually terrified of him for one of rare times in my life with him, but at the same time, I want to kiss him head to toe. Maybe if it wasn't for the pungent smell of decaying flesh which would cause me to vomit on him, maybe I would.

'I wouldn't go behind him if this is too much to look at.' He chuckled, unbothered by the scene

'What did you do?'

'Nothing major. Raped him a few times. Mostly with a cactus.' He leaned into the doorframe, crossing his arms on his chest

'A cactus?!'

'I don't think he found it as enjoyable as I had.' His smirk wouldn't leave as he kept looking at his corpse, all happy with his work

I can't say that I feel sorry for the fucker. Not even a little. I'm only sorry that I wasn't here when he did it.

But I also know that Jimin is by far the most disturbing person I've ever known. Maybe it's a part of why I am so in love with him. I always loved messed up things, and here he is. With the crown of fucked up on his head.

'How long have you had him here for?' I ask out of pure curiosity

'Well, he's been dead about a week already. One, two, three...' he was counting something in his head before he came to an anwer. 'Almost 6 weeks. I made them a living hell for you, baby.'

'And people say romance is dead.' I smile

'I did get you flowers, too.' He smiled back at me, and for once, it was an honest smile. 'But, you're missing your present, beautiful. Take a better look.' He gestured with his head towards the room, and only then I actually looked at something other than the mutilated corpse.

In the close, right corner were someone's legs. Long ones. All I can see are expensive shoes and soiled trousers which were once black.

I took a few steps to go around the table filled with torture devices and, now unsurprisingly, cactuses, and instantly felt like using one of them the same way.

On the floor was Nolan. A very cocky, blonde American asshole whose purpose was to transport me all around the place.

I was mostly too drugged up and I would simply wake up in a new place, but he me sure to let me know whose deed it was. He bragged about being the master of disguise.

He's knocked out completely. His blonde hair had more red than blonde in it, blood already dried down his cheek and neck. His hands are tied up tightly, the zip ties cutting into his skin.

'This is how I found you. I was chasing him with a car for 15 minutes before running him off the road. You were in his trunk.'

I looked over at Jimin, watching him push himself away from the doorframe and make his way over.