Fake Love

Chapter 22

Jeons POV:

Precious, broken little flower. 

Injured almost beyond repair... 

Almost. 

My grin being wider that the sunshine himself. Watching him, seeing him suffer, seeing him break. The fire and hate burning inside me is going haywire at the moment, like a drug. A strange, addictive drug that I can never get enough of. He's in pain, a lot of pain, but he won't die. We aren't allowed to kill him, strict orders from the boss himself.

Best way to cause him pain? 

What we're doing right now. Making him watch as we bring in innocent prey and feed on them, forcing him to look at the pain we're causing them, the pain he is causing them. Because that's what this is about. 

His actions, his consequences. 

I wanted to do him personally, he fucking broke my nose! He made me bleed! He caused me pain!

The first pain that I have felt in ages. The first sense of emotion since he got here. First of several, but why is it him? What is it about him that makes me feel? 

I hate emotions! They fog your mind and make you commit irrational decisions. Makes you act in the sense of compassion and guilt and all that shit! Blah!

"Gone," Vs one, single monotone word, punches me back to reality. I'm angry, beyond mad cause yet again I have ruined another game. Beyond control. Fucking stupid emotions!

V sighs, untying the now dead body with my favorite knife embedded in the chest. No fun! They cry, they scream. Jimin cries, he screams. Watching, because if he doesn't watch, it will never end. I am personally making sure that he will see three innocent lives being taken right in front of his eyes and he can do nothing about it.

Best way of torture. Emotional, psychological and painful. He's helpless, completely defenseless and can do nothing to stop this. He will do nothing to stop this, cause if he does, I will just bring out another one and then another and another.

My thirst never satisfied, it's unquenchable and he knows that I can go on and on into fucking eternity, specifically when I'm pissed of!

"Next," I grin, cleaning my knife with the drenched, dark red towel. It used to be white. I like white. A beautiful, clean color. Pure... Like him. That's why I dressed him in all white. An angel inside my special little room.

Come to think of it, this is the first time there has been this many people in my room. 

RM hyung was here, but when we all heard an infuriated and distressed Jin, he bolted. Made sure his sad little boyfriend never entered the room in pure rage. 

We still like to keep it that way. Jin separated from Jimin, cause when we finally play that card we want it to be perfect and this is not the time.

Jimin was too occupied watching than hearing his friend scream. I strictly told him to follow my commands and as the good little angel puppy that he is, he's still obeying. V doesn't like it. He doesn't like the fact that RM put me in charge. The youngest, the most unpredictable and sadistic out of all of us. Even Min disagreed. Said something about how unstable I am. Something about the fact that he can't tell what I will do next.

I'm a man of my word though and when I promised that I won't lay a hair on the precious little kitten, I meant it!

"Now, if you behave well little angel, this might be your last one," I grin, watching his face turn into a grimace. A nasty, disgusted, broken grimace. Dried, salty tears displayed all over his chubby little cheeks. I wanna squish them, cut them!

The muffled scream of my next victim disrupts me. A young male in his early twenties. Pity. He's whole life in front of him and yet he ended up here in my chair. I guess not everyone is that lucky. The dude has fight in him though, he almost manages to break free as V ties him to the chair. Exhausted he glares at me, probably wanting help, but I'm too busy laughing at him to care. When he finally finishes the room suddenly goes dead silent.

Jimins eyes are wide, like two full moons shining in the dark room. He's staring straight at my next victim. Shock, fear and helplessness flushes over him before he suddenly screams. A high-pitched wail that has me covering my ears. Then he suddenly trashes around, trying with all his strength to break free from the ropes his been so tightly bound with.

He doesn't stop. Frantically trying but to no avail and it takes me a moment to realize why he's suddenly behaving this way. I grin, not that I already wasn't, but now for a whole different reason. This requires a quick fix. Painless for my little prey really, but it will break Jimins heart. 

Destroy him.

I ignore V as he is too occupied trying to figure out why Jimin is behaving like this while I steadily make it over to my cupboard. The perfect little weapon. I personally don't like using it. I love it messier, louder and longer, but I guess it gets the job done. Confidence boosts my pride as I load it, watching Jimin make eye contact with me pleading, begging. My eyes glisten, his eyes too cause he knows that he can't win this game.

This is my game! My rules! And everyone plays by them whether they like it or not! 

"Please, no." a whisper, a silent cry for help. "No!" Louder this time, more confident. "NO!" Frantic, with a hint of fear and anger. My personal favorite. "No..." Defeated, my gun loaded and aimed.

BANG!

Done.

Pity.

I want to play more with him. I wanted to make mugs out of his kneecaps and use his skull as a new decoration. Pity...

"You knew him," I don't ask, I don't need to cause I already know. I turn, watching him silently nod his head, eyes still open, looking at me. Still obeying. "Are we done?" V grumbles, crossing his arms accusingly. He thinks I stepped over the line; I think I didn't.

"I don't know, are we?" I wait, sending the question towards the pure little angel. A single drop of blood has stained his white t-shirt. It annoys me. He nods again, begging. Praying, hoping that I will be done. That I will let him go now. That I am satisfied.

Am I satisfied?

Not really, but I have done my part of the job now. I can relax, I broke him! Now its Vs turn to fix him, help him. Tell him that everything is going to be alright. That he will soon turn against us and help him find a way out of here!

Just like RM wants,