♢JACKPOT | Minsung♢

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TW: like REALLY GROSS GOREY DETAILS (it even made me feel yucky writing it)

Emmet slowly opened his eyes. He was confused and disoriented. Emmet tried to move the hair out of his face with his left hand but he got surprised when his hand wouldn't move. Emmet looked over to see his hand zip tied to his stair railing. The other was free. He also noticed his shirt was off, but his pants were still on.

Minho noticed Emmet was now awake and made his way over to him, holding the metal bar. (The hook thingy)

Emmet was trying to quickly get the zip tie off with his other hand but he was interrupted when Minho grabbed his right wrist and threw it to the floor.

"What are you doing..?" Emmet groaned.

"You're going to die." Minho crouched in front of Emmet.

"Why me.?" Emmet had tears in his eyes.

"I saw the way you were talking to Jisung." Minho pushed Emmets head back.

"I-I was just being friendly.." Emmets voice trembled. He started to choke on his own words.

"Doesn't matter." Minho used the blunt end of the weapon and struck Emmet with it right in the stomach. Emmets throat strained as he screamed.

Emmet tried to use his right hand to push Minho away put his hand was quickly pinned the the floor as Minho kneeled on it, putting all his weight on Emmets hand.

Emmet screamed out again from the pain as he felt his hand being crushed. Minho pushed his knee down a few times, making Emmet scream louder each time. Suddenly there was a loud crack, followed by a few more.

Emmet was now screaming so loud, Minho could feel the pressure in his head from the loud noise. Minho took off his tie and shoved it into Emmets mouth so he couldn't scream.

Minho pushed down a few more times on Emmets hand. Once he lifted his knee, Minho saw Emmets hand looking completely dismorphed. It had bumps and swelling.

Emmet sobbed as his screams were muffled by the tie. Minho took the sharp park of the hook and dragged it lightly along Emmets stomach. It wasn't hard enough to make him bleed, or even be painful.

Minho could see the grooves of Emmets ribs sticking slightly out of his skin. Minho angled the hook so the sharpest part was facing upwards.

-Another TW - it's gunna be super nasty and it's making me uncomfortable too😖🙏-

Minho lined the tip of the hook under Emmets ribs. He pulled the hook back before stabbing Emmet with the hook. Minho hooked behind Emmets ribs. Emmet sobbed as he tried to wiggle free, just making more pain.

Minho wiggled the hook around inside of him, sometimes catching a rib and having to push it deeper to get it unstuck. All of this was agonizing for Emmet.

Minho took the hook out, leaving blood pooling out of the wound he just created. Minho knew he didn't have much time before Emmet either passed out or died.

Minho did the same thing to the other side. He lined the hook up and stabbed it into Emmet. This time as he was finished wiggling the hook around, Minho lined the hook up with the very last rib, closest to the opening of the wound.

Minho hooked the rib and tugged. Emmets terror couldn't be expressed in words, nor could the pain he was feeling. Minho tugged harder and harder until the rib broke off. This sent Emmet over the edge as he passed out from both the blood loss and the adrenaline dump wearing off.

Minho stuck the hook into Emmets neck. He violently moved it this time since Emmet was unconscious. Minho made a massive hole into Emmets neck.

Blood pooled into Emmets mouth and poured down his chin. Minho was finally satisfied and took the hook out. He wiped it down very briefly before putting it back.

Minho took one more look at what he did. He lightly chuckled then left. Quickly getting into the car as Minho did not want to be seen covered in blood. It was a neighborhood so anybody could see him at any time.

The driver didn't question anything. Minho replayed the torture in his head smiling.

*****

When Minho got home he showered all the blood off. It was a bit easier than the last time. Ms Chaff bled on Minho way more. The blood easily melted in the water.

Minho let the water hit his face. He stood there for a moment just taking in what he just did.

Minho instantly texted Jisung once he was dressed.

Poker Boy♦️

Are you asleep?

Nope😋
Whyyyy

I'm bored. I just want to talk to you.

Wanna FaceTime?🙏

Okay.

Minho got a facetime from Jisung. He picked it up and they started to talk about the most random things.

They talked for an hour before Minho noticed Jisung was sleepy so he let Jisung go to bed.

Minho stared at the ceiling. He started to question himself.

Why was he like this? Why doesn't he feel anything for the victims? Why does he enjoy it? Why does he like Jisung so much?

These questions quickly turned into ones more serious that Minho didn't want to think about, but he couldn't stop himself.

Why did his parents treat him like that? Why did he not feel anything as he killed his mother? Why was he so enraged by his mother's pregnancy? What would have happened if he never did any of that? What if he was born in a normal family?

Minho tried his best to shut his thoughts up. But they didn't. They got worse and worse. Instead of questions, it was now just recalling memories that Minho had repressed.

Minhos got frustrated. He groaned and shoved his face into a pillow. But he quickly stopped. Every time he shut his eyes he saw their bodies. Lifeless and bloody.

Minho fell asleep eventually, thinking of his parents. This caused a nightmare to happen.

*****

A/N: sorry gang 1009 words🤬 I suck😤 I Lowkey like lost motivation in the middle of writing but pushed myself😭