Dark Embrace ||KTH FF||

💜Shattered Something💜

•Sometimes the words of someone special hurt the heart so badly that they cannot be mended again•

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The screams of pain bouncing around the cement walls are getting a tad annoying.

He really fucking enjoy hurting people, but tonight he has no goddamn patience for this whiny asshole. And normally, he has the patience of a saint.

He know how to wait for what he want most. But when he is trying to get some real answers and the fucker's too busy shitting his pants and crying to give him a coherent response, he get a little testy.

"This knife is about to go halfway through your eyeball," He warn. "I'm not even going to show you any mercy and shove it all the way through to your brain."

"Fuck, man," he cries. "I told you that I only went there to deliver the box that I was told. I don't know anything other than this." he writhed out.

"So, you're useless is what you're saying," He surmise, inching the blade towards his eye. The man who was tied with chains groaned in pain.

He squeezes them shut as if skin that's no thicker than a centimeter is going to prevent the knife from going through his eye. Fucking laughable. Taehyung was really enjoying his poor condition.

"No, no, no," he pleads. "I know someone there that might be able to give you more information." he immediately stopped his movements and his eyes darkened further at his statement.

Sweat drips down his nose, mixing with the blood on his face. His overgrown greasy blonde hair is matted to his forehead and the back of his neck. Guess it's not actually blonde anymore since most of it's painted red now.

He had already cut off one of his ears, along with ripping off ten of his fingernails, severed both Achilles heels, a couple of stab wounds in specific locations that won't allow the fucker to bleed out too quickly, and too many broken bones to count.

Dickhead won't be getting up and walking out of here, that's for damn sure.

"Less crying, more talking," Taehyung bark, scraping the tip of the knife against his still-closed eyelid.

He cringes away from the knife, tears bubbling out from beneath his lashes.

"H-his name is Fernando. He's one of the operation leaders in charge of sending out mules to help capture the girls. He-he's a big deal in the warehouse, b-basically runs the whole thing there."

"Fernando what?" Taehyung snap.

He sobs. "I don't know, man," he wails. "He just introduced himself as Fernando."

"Then what does he look like?" He grind out impatiently through greeted teeth. He sniffles, snot leaking down his chapped lips.

"Mexican, bald, has a scar cutting across his hairline, and a beard. You can't miss the scar, it's pretty fucked looking."

He roll his neck, groaning as the muscles pop. It's been a long fucking day.

"Cool, thanks man," Taehyung say casually, as if he hasn't been torturing him slowly for the past three hours. His breathing calms, and he looks up at him through ugly brown eyes, hope radiating from them in spades,

He almost laugh.

"Y-you're letting me go?" he asks, staring up at taehyung like a goddamn stray puppy dog. "Sure," Taehyung chirp. "If you can get up and walk."
he unlocked his hand from this Diabolical Hand Crushing Machine.

As soon as he felt his hand in the air he groaned. He looks down at his severed heels, knowing just as well as he do if he stands, his body will go pitching forward. "Please, man," he blubbers. "Can you help me out here?"