Chp 19.2

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CJ: "Now as we were saying, you're very much responsible for both their deaths. You murdered our mother and killed our father way before he took his life. When you took eomma, you took a part of him. You took a part of us as well....twice. But look at you now. Bleeding, with that pitiful ass look on your face. You think that was bad? We're not even close to finished with you. You're a bitch ass, pussy ass, coward ass, punk ass piece of shit! If appa was home at that time, he definitely would've handled you. You're mother should've fuckin swallowed instead you bitch ass moth-"

I don't know where Dong Ju got the energy from, but he suddenly threw himself at CJ and tried to attack him. CJ socked him in the face with full force, causing Dong Ju to fly to the floor.

CJ: "Well that was pointless. You satisfied? Did you accomplish anything?"

CJ turns to face me.

CJ: "You know, I almost wanna take him out right now. He play too much! But that would be the easy way out for him. And I ain't about to make shi-"

I notice Dong Ju reaching under his desk. Once I realized he was reaching for a gun, I immediately kick it out of his hand. I used so much force I accidentally broke his wrist. I heard that shit too. He did it to himself when he reached for the gun. He's hollering and screaming, drool coming from his mouth.

Me: "Congratulations. You can no longer use either hand."

Dong Ju hollers and cries out in pain uncontrollably. I sit him up against the desk. He starts begging us to spare his life.

CJ: "You know, I'm really starting to get pissed off. I'm sure eomma begged for her life too. Right?"

Dong Ju starts to cry, but not because he's sorry for what he did. He's crying out of fear.

Dong Ju: "I d-don't reme-remember. Just ple-please d-don't kill me. You thi-think two wrongs ma-make a right? It was bu-business. You ca-can't take things like th-this perso-"

Me: "Aish! FUCK THIS!!!"

I take the knife and stab him through his towel which went through his penis and the carpet. He'll be stuck there until he's found, because I'm not pulling that shit out. He sits there stuck to the floor, bleeding out.

All that can be heard is the beautiful music coming from Dong Ju's mouth. I didn't know a man could hit notes that high.

Me: "Shhh. You're so fucking dramatic. Man up. Nothing but bullshit comes out of your stupid ass mouth. I don't even wanna hear you anymore....so I think we should shut you up. What do you think?" He just sits there looking pathetic. "Hyung, let me see that sewing kit." He hands me some thread and a needle. "See, eomma taught us a lot. And when I was 13, she taught me how to sew. I knew this shit would come in handy someday."

CJ laughs and holds him down while I start to sew his mouth shut. He's crying and squealing.

Me: "Stop bleeding on me, it's rude."

I finish my masterpiece and slap his cheeks. He starts sobbing.

CJ: "Aww..you look cute."

He just sits there bleeding and sobbing, staring at us.

CJ: "Stop looking at me before I take your eye out."

Me: "Well.....you know what else is just business? This. This little predicament you're in. Don't take any of this personal. Alright buddy?"

He starts to cry harder.

CJ: "Aww don't cry. You should've thought about this before you took our parents from us. Were you crying then? Hm?" Dong Ju just sits there crying. "You could at least answer me. I know you can't talk but a shake of the head would be nice." Again, he just sits there. "Haha alright."

CJ pulls the gun back out and shoots him in the thigh. He then grabs Dong Ju by the neck.

CJ: "See that's your problem. You're hard headed. You don't listen. Ain't nothing to talk about anymore."

He takes his left hand and cuts off another finger, then stabs him in the shoulder. Dong Ju is crying and sobbing and starting to turn a pale color.

I drench his right hand with the broken wrist in lighter fluid then light his hand on fire for a couple minutes, and admire the scene before putting it out. I give the knife stuck between his legs a swift kick, causing even more blood to pour out. Then we to go cut the gas lines in the house. We then take a butcher knife from the kitchen and place it in the microwave for 45 seconds. We quickly and quietly get out of there. We get in the car and drive off.

I feel good. I feel like some weight has been lifted off my shoulders. Once we leave out of the neighborhood, we hear the loud explosion. Annyeong, Dong Ju.

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