Undercover Revenge - BTS (HEAVY EDITING)

Chapter 19

Kay's POV:

I continue to walk around the two like a predator looking for its prey. I can feel the tension and anxiety radiating off Young-Min and Chaeyo.

"Look what we have here, molten metal. It would be quite a tragedy if it spilled on someone." I spoke as I tilted my head and glared at Young-Min.

I wasn't actually planning on spilling it on him, more like dripping it onto his hands and feet. Each drop will bring a whole new wave of pain. I grab a skinny metal stick and stick it into the bucket of the metal and stirred it around.

The metal was at perfect consistency almost like water, my eyes lighting up from the glowing red of the liquid.

Young-Min was quite busy struggling against the ropes that he didn't see me standing right infront of him. With a quick motion, I lifted up the stick covered in the glowing metal and watched it trip off like water dripping off a icicle.

The screams that came along with the drips were music to my ears, something I've waited all my life to hear. I would picture my parents tied up being abused like some worthless animals, their screams continue to echo in my ear even though I never heard them.

I may come off as crazy but if anyone else was in my shoes they would take full advantage of the situation. My thoughts started to cloud with many different ways of making these freaks suffer.

I had an idea.

" Chaeyo, aren't you a pretty little girl. I wonder how pretty you would be with no hair." Her eyes widen as I finish my sentence.

Tears were flowing from her big doe eyes, clueless if they were for her future bald self or that I spilled metal on her father. Regardless I was enjoying this show.

" Please no, do anything else just don't touch my hair." She pleaded with me but I knew better than to fall victim to her bullshit.

" Sorry no can do sister." I smile as I pull out a portable hair trimmer. My finger slowly moves to the on button and the buzzing began.

My body begins to move on its own, me almost not containing my enjoyment of the whole situation.

I yank her head back as I slowly but carefully drag the trimmer in her hair. Clumps after clumps of hair started to fly off her head as she trashed around in my arms.

" Keep moving I won't shave only your head but also your eyebrows. Try me." I state with stern voice only to have Chaeyo become completely still.

I continue to remove her hair and throw it in her face as a taunt.

Once I was done, I walk around her hair and stood in front of her.

" Photoshoot time girl!!" My voice sounding extremely fake and high pitched.

Her face was honestly priceless, the petrified look suited her very well.

" Amber take as many pictures as your fucked up heart desires." I crack up and wipe a tear that formed in my eye from laughing.

Amber strudded to Chaeyo and started taking pictures leaving Young-Min open to more of my creativity.

" What should we do with you now? Hmmmmm hard decision. Should I cut your fingers off or your toes?" I tap my chin with wonder.

" Why don't we flip a coin... heads for toes, tails from fingers." Sehun butts in with a coin in his hand.

" Excellent idea, what do you say Young-Min?" My eyes follow the trail of metal up to the dirty man tied in the chair.

He begins to mumble things which enraged me.

My hand swings back in a fist and connects hard with his jaw.

" Speak up when you are talked to." I spit in his face.

My eyes are fixed in Young-Min as his head is just hanging.

"Flip the coin." I calmly say as I stroke my butcher knife like a lunatic.

Sehun throws up the coin and it lands on his hand. With a flip he looks up.

"The coin landed on heads." Sehun replies.

Now what would be the use of his feet if he had no toes. Might as well get rid of it all. The butcher knife won't do much, I should get the chainsaw.

I silently walk to the table with all my tools and grab my chainsaw. With a few jerks it was running seamlessly.

Young-Min begins to turn pale like a whole ghost. This surprises me considering he is inflicting pain on others without another thought so why would he be getting scared when it came to him.

I would find some sort of pity in me to spare him a painful death but the struggle I faced my whole life with no one to guide me doesn't help his case.

" W-What are you doing with that?" Chaeyo's voice shaken up from chainsaw.

" Aw poor daddy's girl can't bare to watch her dad's feet detach from his body can she?" I spitefully say.

I'm going to do this nice and slow. I had no plans on making this painless.

I pull my chair a little ahead of Young-Min giving my chainsaw enough room to swing back and forth.

The chainsaw was lead to one side of his ankle and with a little push it makes contact with Young-Min's flesh.

Slow and steady.

Screw steady, my hands were shaking in anticipation of the overall end result for him and his daughter.

I hit the bone and I begin to tone out his screams that were hitting my ear drums at high velocities.

At this point one of his foot was resting on its side away from his body and the other one was being held on by a tiny bit of leftover flesh.

I'll let him keep his other foot, a little treat from me.

Alright I'm getting tired of him breathing.

His existence itself began to bug me.

I get up from the bloody mess that remains of his feet and reach for my gun.

This gun will be used once and this is the only time it will be in use. The gun will forever be a token for me and I will cherish it.

I turn to face Young-Min once again and shoot him right in the head.

He flopped in the chair a bit like a fish out of water but not too long after he became completely still.

The end for Young-Min.

Now what about his precious daughter?

A/N:

Sorry for the late update and fucked up chapter LMFAOOOOOOO

Let me know if I should do a Suga POV soon.