A Game Of Love & Flames (Minsung)

Chapter 9

MINHO

“We have the package boss, on the way to you now” 

“Thank you, Changbin. I'll be in the basement waiting for your arrival” 

As I hang up the phone, I make my way down to the basement. My torture room, if I was a cartoon, I would have literal heart eyes. There's nothing better than watching someone bleed and beg for their lives. Han Jisung, that's the information Chan had managed to gather. We have tried searching and searching for any information, but it all just seems to be… erased. If I can't find the information I want through searching, then I will certainly get it in person. 

Deep in thought and sitting in the dark corner of the room playing with my knife, I hear the door unlock. He's finally here.

“We have him here for you boss” Hyunjin says as they place him on the chair, securing his wrists and ankles to it so he can't try anything. 

“Thank you, now leave us” I speak in a low, calm voice. 

“You're not going to kill him, are you?” Changbin whispers to me. 

“Get your ass out of here. NOW.” I spit back in a more authoritative tone. 

“Yes boss” He says as he scarpers away, closing the door behind him. 

They blindfolded him, too, perfect.  

“Do you know why you're here?” I lean to speak lowly in his ear. 

“Look as much as I love the kinky foreplay, can you take this blindfold off so I can have an actual conversation with you” He says, clearly irritated, as though this is a minor inconvenience to him. 

“You aren't scared?” I ask. 

“Why would I be scared of someone who won't let me see his face?” He says with a laugh. 

I hum in response, running the tip of the blade down the side of his jaw and neck.

He exhales slowly, his lower lip between his teeth. As I watch his pulse jump in his neck. 

Is he.. enjoying this? 

“Just take the blindfold off. It's really not necessary at this point, is it?” He says. 

I move my chair over to sit right in front of him and remove the blindfold. I then take a seat opposite him. 

“Now, do you know why you're here?” I ask the boy in front of me. 

“Well if I knew that, I probably wouldn't even be here. Wait..” He says as a face of realization hits. It's like I can see the cogs turning in his head. “It’s you.. from the roof the other night!” He responds. 

“I'm asking the questions” I say back. He huffs and rolls his eyes. What a brat. I'll give him something to roll his eyes at. “Do not roll your eyes at me and do not think for a second that I will go easy on you because you're pretty. I want answers, or you will be punished. Do you understand me?” I say, my pulse steadily rising. 

“Don't threaten me with a good time” He says sarcastically, laughing out loud. 

That’ll do it. I slap him across the face, HARD. “Do. You. Understand. Me?” I repeat to him whilst grabbing his jaw to tilt his head up to look at me. I raise my eyebrows to prompt his response. 

“Yes” He responds, staring deep into my eyes, a permanent smirk on his face. 

“Yes what?” 

“Yes sir”

Good, now he's getting it. 

I'm ashamed to say his response and the look in his eyes triggered something within me, i thought i would never feel again.

“Good boy. Now, I want you to tell me why you were at the ball torturing one of my fathers old contacts” I say re taking my seat across from him. 

“One of your father's old contacts? I just wanted information about…” He stops himself from speaking further. 

“About?” 

“That's none of your business, but i assure you i don't even know who your father is” He says, face void of all emotion. 

“What mafia do you work for?” I ask, eyeing him suspiciously. 

“Mafia? No, no, no, you've got it all wrong. I am no one, I am not important, and I am certainly not part of any mafia” He says with confidence. 

“Then how did you get in?” 

“I have my ways. It's easy when you know how to hack computer systems” He says in response. 

“If you aren't in any mafia, then why and how do you know how to torture people for a start and throw yourself off of buildings like it's nothing?” I ask. 

“I want answers. I NEED answers. Throwing myself off of the building was.. just me being a show off” He says, a shy smile tracing his lips.  

What answers does he need? What is he not telling me?