MISANTHROPIC | pjm. [COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirty-One

I managed to pick up faint voices, and I tried to fight the urge to get out of the ropes right away. I shook my head to get the dizziness out, before looking up and finding myself face to face with the same man from earlier.

"Ah, you're finally awake." he said, as if relieved. He seemed impressed, maybe because I woke up much earlier than most people would. I noticed that there was a glass wall in front of us. "So, let's get to the highlights of the reason you're probably here."

He knocked on the glass, and a man pulled Jimin inside. I gasped when he threw Jimin on the ground. He didn't look like he was beaten up before - but were they.. going to do it right now?

"Fuck you!" I cursed. I still had the earpiece on, though I couldn't think straight. All I wanted to do at the moment was get out of the binds and get to Jimin. "Leave him alone, you son of a bitch." I growled.

He laughed at my reaction. Jimin stood up from the ground and turned his head, his gaze landing on me. I couldn't hear him call for me, but he avoided the man that tried to come for him.

"Stop," Misery ordered the man that was with Jimin in the other side of the glass. "Tie him to a chair as well." two more men came inside and started tying Jimin to a chair. Where was Yoosung? I was growing impatient.

"Now, Sumire." Misery turned the chair around, so I couldn't see Jimin. I gritted my teeth, seeing his face so close to mine made me want to destroy everything. There was a projector in front, and he pulled out a remote from his pocket.

"Let's do this fair and square." he started. "You know how I like things that way."

I scoffed, "Well you don't do it very well, don't you?"

He chuckled, "You got me. But still.. you're impressive at almost every field, Sumire. Especially at melee. Though I'd like to question your reading skills." he turned on the projector, and a paragraph showed up on screen.

How did he know?

It was a simple disorder, so how?

My mind started to hurt the longer I stared at the projector. The brightness was not only blinding, but the words continued to float in and out of the screen, declining to obey my wants.

"Okay, fair and square," he said again, walking around the room and twirling the remote in his hands. I felt the presence of more people come inside, though I doubted it was Yoosung and his allies. "All you have to do is read this paragraph flawlessly."

He paused, observing my reaction. But I didn't want to satisfy him - I acted like I didn't mind.

"If you don't," he turned his head to smirk at Jimin. "Jimin gets hurt." his words made my heart pound. This was a situation wherein I had to choose wether I really trusted Yoosung, or I had to make things go my way already. "Every mistake, and things become a bit.." he moved his head closer and flicked my arm. "Ouch."

"Anyways!" he raised his voice and made his way to the side. "Here's your paragraph.. Sumire."

I pursed my lips and took a deep breath, staring at the screen. "E-Everyone.. can really-"

"Wrong!" Misery laughed and clapped his hands, and though there was a glass, I winced, looking over my shoulder and seeing the man hurt Jimin. I closed my eyes for a bit, Yoosung.. where was he?

The words started to get more naughty. I bit my lip, "Relate," I corrected myself. "To the idea of heartbreak." once again, Misery laughed and clapped his hands. This time, I heard a thump. My eyes widened, and I clenched my fists.

"Heartache." I was growing impatient. The idea of Jimin just getting hurt pained me so much. "Don't you dare lay a hand on him again, motherfucker." I looked up and cursed impatiently. He cocked an eyebrow.