KIM JONG UNS KPOP BOYBAND

Master Kim

Vladimir was called down to the field below where he shook Jongun's hand.
"I am very happy to meet you." Jongun said enthusiastically.

"It is my... honor." Vladimir responded awkwardly.

"Come, let's have a good meal." He said as a small car pulled up next to them. The driver stepped out and opened the doors for them. They both stepped inside the car, Jongun sitting in the backseat right next to Vladimir. This made Vladimir quite uncomfortable, but Jongun was happy.
Vladimir didn't know whether he should ask Jongun if they were going to see Rodrigo and Donald again. He couldn't be more relieved he hasn't in their shoes right now, but it just went to show that even the slightest provocation will get him killed.

They were driven up a high mountain, to a quaint looking cafe that overlooked a large lake. When they got there, they were greeted by pretty maids and were sat down to an extravagant feast. With steak.
That only reminded Vladimir of Donald.

Water from a large, funnel-shaped mechanism dripped on Donald's forehead. Water was also dripping from his eyes.
"Please.. please... I'm begging you to stop this.." Donald cried weakly. He had been there for what seemed like forever, although the clock said otherwise.
He was in a bleak, gray room that was walled with cement. Two guards stood at the door a hundred feet away from him, unmoving. They looked even more intimidating from afar. The water continued to drip on his forehead, wearing away his skin and bone.
He had been crying and crying for hours. The shackles that bound him began to bruise his wrists and ankles. He wasn't even able to move his head.
Even if he knew they didn't understand English, he just kept crying, hoping that they'd suddenly understand him and set him free.
He saw light through a door crack and a tall man with his face covered in a black cloth walked in.
"Hello, Mister Trump." The man said in clear English.

"Are-are you here to set me free?" Donald said quietly. He was able to ignore the dripping water for just a few moments, and willing to believe anything they told him.
The faceless man shook his head and sat down next to him. First, he pulled out a cloth, black cloth just like his, and put it over his eyes.
Donald's heart ached in fear. It didn't even beat faster, as if his heart itself is frozen in fear.

"Tell me Mister Trump, will you dance for Kim Jongun?" Donald heard.

"No... never." He said hesitantly.
In the darkness, he heard the 'shink' of a blade.
He felt cold air hit his thighs as his pant leg was being slowly sliced open.
Donald was scared, and at this point he was crying so hard his blindfold had become completely soaked.
The man dragged the knife down slowly as the incision smoothly tore the thin layer of skin.
Donald screeched in agony, the water droplets amplifying the pain. His whole body became numb from the burning sensation.