𝐌𝐈 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀 | 𝙏𝙃𝙑

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐𝟓 ◎ 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤.•°

'Edited'

Author's pov

The mafia base, a decrepit and ominous structure hidden deep within the dark and desolate outskirts of the city. The exterior of the building is marred by years of neglect with crumbling walls and broken windows that give off an eerie and foreboding vibe. The surrounding area is shrouded in dense forests, adding to the isolation and mystery of the mafia bass.

Inside, the base is filled with a sense of dread, as the dimly lit corridors and rooms are lined with sinister decor and artifacts of the mafia's violet reign. Bloodstains and graffiti adorn the walls, showcasing the brutal nature of the deadly mafia.

Somewhere in the base, a man is tied to a chair, battered and bruised. His body ached with every breath he took, the dark red coloured liquid on every part of his body was the stack reminder of the torture he endured ar the hands of the ruthless mafia. The man was facing constant physical and psychological torture at the hands of mafia.

The fear of what might happen to him next, the uncertainty of whether he will ever be able to escape from this nightmare and the regret of obeying the orders of jack was weighing heavily on his mind.

The world's most merciless and powerful mafia, V was known for his vindictive nature and willingness to go to any lengths to seek revenge, especially when it comes to protecting his loved ones, honor and power.

But the relief was that the mafia wasn't himself torturing the culprit as he was busy taking care of his top-most priority, his wife. But he also didn't let the man stay another second without pain. Everyday the members of bangtan come to the base and beat the shit out of him.

The creaking of the base's door was the only warning the man got. Then, a shadow fell across the dimly lit room, cast by the man who was death incarnate. Jimin, the sniper shooter of mafia, his massive frame dominating the cramped space. His eyes, cold and dark locked onto the figure bound of the chair.

A flicker of fear danced in the man's eyes as jimin moved closer. The air seemed to thicken, growing heavy with anticipation. Jimin's hands were empty, but the man knew he was in the presence of a master torturer. The whole bangtan group was known for their merciless nature in underworld.

"well, well, well." Jimin rumbled, his voice like thunder on a sunny day. "What do we got here? The man who thought he could touch the wife of world's most merciless mafia and live to tell the tale." He let out a low, menacing chuckle. "You thought you got balls. But in my language that was nothing but stupidity."

Jimin circled the chair, his gaze stripping the man bare. He could smell the fear sweat, sharp and acrid. The man's breathing came in the short, panicked gasps. Jimin smirk grew wider. He loved this part, the moments before the pain began.

"You're gonna wish you'd aimed a little higher. You had killed her because now you are mine to torture and I'm gonna make you beg for death." Jimin purred, his voice dripping with malice.

With that, jimin reached to the tool table and pulled out a small gleaming object. The man's eyes widened as he took in the sight of the electrode. Jimin's chuckle grew louder, echoing off the damp walls.

"Time to send a little message to the world, my friend. And you are gonna be the postmark." Jimin said. Referring to what happens, when someone cross the mafia. Just as a postmark is stamped onto a letter to indicate where it came from. Jimin is going to inflict such brutal injuries on the man that he will serve as a clear warning to others. The man's suffering will be mafia's stamp, showing that they will not be threatened without consequences.