pastel [3]

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Third Person point of view

Taunting fingers wrenched at his hair, neck stretched tight in the hold to stare up at the blazing envy in Sungjoon's eyes. He was no longer speaking with that sugary addiction, now he was biting into flesh with the raw anger of rejection. It was violence backed by the power of a god who sought the completion of his revenge.

"Removed? What do you mean removed?" Was all Taehyung managed to gasp out, wincing when the fingers gave one last tug on his hair before withdrawing and letting his chin drop down to his chest.

"It means we're going to rid this world of someone tonight. However, I'm going to give you a choice. I have some humanity you know, otherwise those two would already be dead." That sinking feeling wrenched Taehyung's gut into a discomforting turmoil. This whole thing was a murder trial, and he had walked right into it with a naive belief that he could be a saviour.

He was dealing with the work of a goddess who crafted revenge as a hobby, she knew how to destroy the strongest of minds because she sought out the desperate and the shattered. Sungjoon was both those things, and he had spent nearly seventy years crafting the perfect way to get his vengeance.

He watched as Sungjoon twirled his blade between his fingers, before settling in his palm and jabbing the point toward the awaiting prisoners. "Come along now." He called forcefully, the sourness burning on his tongue. Taehyung did as he was told in a subdued obedience.

"What do you mean by choice?" Taehyung mumbled quietly, stumbling over the unsteady ground of the fine sand. Sungjoon chuckled at his pathetic attempts to stay on his feet, stopping to watch before striding forward and latching onto the blonde's waist to hoist the light body up into his arms. The sudden act earnt a loud screech of protest as Taehyung tried to pull away from the icy hands holding his waist and legs. Fighting it was futile because the unhinged man had a ruthless grip

"Stay still darling, wouldn't want to hurt yourself now would we?" Taehyung felt chills run down his spine and to his toes as the younger breathed wispy words that echoed through out the eerie silence. He shut his eyes to block out the face so close to his, arms gripping the man tight when they began to walk with his entire weight being held by Sungjoon. His cheeks were flaming with shame, feeling ridiculous having someone carrying him across rhe beach with their hands pressing bruising dents into his skin. Every ounce of him was relieved that Jungkook couldn't see him being carried, head dropping to rest against Sungjoon's shoulder when he felt like he'd slip away.

The walk was short but it was torture, and through his shame he felt Sungjoon's glowing satisfaction, this position only boosting his obsession more. When they finally stopped they were standing in front of the two captives, and before Taehyung could say anything he was unceremoniously dropped to the ground with a very evident thud. His whole body fell limp against the cold, damp flatland, moisture soaking up into the jeans that were once blue, now a dark mixture of putrid earth hues.

"Sungjoon... Can I ask a question?" The aforementioned nodded, pacing between the two prisoners and poking the unknown silhouette with the hilt of his sword. "What do you think is happening to me?" He gestured to the grey clothing and sickening features of his face, hoping another of his kind might understand the abnormal experience. Instead of empathising Sungjoon scoffed, kicking sand up to hinder the prisoner's vision whilst letting out a hearty cackle of insanity.

"You're so pathetic, weeping about your grievances, begging your mother to save you. I've never known a god's child as weak as you."

"You weren't saying that ten minutes ago, I believe you were swooning over me and saying how beautiful I was and that you loved me so -" Taehyung halted his words as the same blade that had wounded his back, was now inches from his throat.