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(TW: mention of torture, blood.)
Far from the heart of the city Seoul, there was dark cage. Specious, dark, walls painted with the red and screams once. It was solace of someone's mind filled with an intense anger that burns like a fire in his soul and the determination of vengeance.
He looked at the helplessly tied rat infront of him who was crying like pathetic excuse over a men and all he did was little skinning of what rat's hands which had been way more unproductive for his liking.
The man's eyes are cold and dangerous, and his hands clenched and unclenched with fury as he looks the man infront of him while sharpening his knife with his bloody gloved hands. The man's voice was low and menacing as he talks, the words coming out almost as a mock. "can't handle a little helplessness?"
"speak-" he pauses and chuckle walking ahead to remove the tap from his mouth. "let me help, byunsik."
"You are psycho!" he screams with sharp cry making the latter let out hearty laugh. "I have been told a lot. I know." he grins creepily before switching on the laptop which was on table and played the video.
Byunsik's eyes widened in horror as looked at the screen hearing his own grunts and moans making him looked away. "Do you know who is it, buddy?" The man asked leaning on chair calmly while rubbing his gloved thumb over the knife edge to check the sharpness causing him to flinch.
"I-I-i-" The man scoff. "i know that's you, I'm asking who is the girl." His eyes turned dark in silent threat in warning to dare not to speak bullshit. "I-its not me. I-i d-don't know her. m-my boss, k-kang s-sehyun o-offered m-me t-to fuck that s-slu-"
"Minus! Wrong choice of words." The man tsk in disappointment while putting the sharpen side of knife. "let me tell you-" he whispers doing his handiwork ignoring the screams and cries. "She is seraphic cause of your state." he grins.
"p-please, i-i beg you. I-its not me. I-its him."
"Its you. what were you doing? Look, she isn't even moving. What were you doing, huh?" The man asked in threatening calm tone while running his knife over his jaw enjoying the crimson wetness that coated it.
Byunsik sobbed looking at the psychotic male who was whose dark golden eyes were the only thing he could see as he tried to wiggle out while screaming pleading which were deaf to the other. "i-its not m-my fault. P-please leave. I-i will g-give all of m-my docks. Property." the man snort.
"Its yours too, because of the piece of shits like you she isn't believing taetae." the man's frown deepened afterwards, he glare at him. "what should he do now? What should I do? Tell me."
