BTS Kidnapped

Part Forty-Two

Mathan sat in the control room watching everything, his blood boiling hot in his veins as he thought back to the conversation he had had with his father about the whole fiasco and how only Pyro's quick thinking had gotten both of their asses out of hot water. Deciding he could no longer sit on his hands, Mathan got up and left the control room, walking down the hall and bumping right into his uncle.

"You son of a bitch," he growled, his anger unabated. Mathan didn't even give Carl a chance to respond as he hit him full force in the face, breaking his nose. "I'll fucking kill you," he screamed, grabbing Carl and pulling him back to him, punching him in the gut one time and then another.

By the time someone had pulled him off Carl, the unconscious man had blood pouring from every visible orifice of his body, and the guards dragging him away looked genuinely concerned. Looking around, Mathan saw one of Sven's men being tended to as well, and he did not bother to contain the curse that escaped his lips.

"What do we have here?" Sven asked calmly, one eyebrow raised as he took in the scene before him, his eyes flashing in anger at the sight of one of his elite guards lying on the ground.

Coming up the hallway with Jimin on his arm, the last thing Sven wanted or needed to see was Mathan killing his idiot uncle or taking out one of his own guards. He was celebrating how well the breaking of his beautiful jewel was going, but the scene before him threatened to dampen his good mood. Unless of course, he could spin it to his advantage much as he did everything else that went on here in this squalid corner of the world.

"How do you intend to answer for this insult, Mr. Foley?" Sven asked, smiling coldly at the man in question.

Jimin could only stand frozen as he watched the scene in front of him. He was happy to see Jungkook's attacker lying bloody on the ground, but he knew from the way Sven was conducting himself that Mathan Foley was about to be in trouble. He tried to implore the man with his eyes, to warn him that he was in trouble, not willing to speak out for fear that his family would be punished for his insolence.

Mathan snarled at Sven, spitting at the man's feet which earned him a backhand that elicited a laugh from Mathan. Sven was no lightweight but Mathan could take a punch better than most. After all these years, Sven still hadn't learned. It was comical, really.

"You should have let me beat that fucker to death and be done with it," Mathan said, shrugging the hit off as if it was nothing more than a love tap. "If he can't play with the big boys, maybe you should send him back to the gutter you got him from. Or are you still trying to get your money's worth out of him, pretty boy?"

Mathan had not missed the plea in Jimin's eye. Had not misinterpreted the fear and desperation there. The problem was he was sure Sven noticed it too and he was trying like hell to keep Sven's anger trained on himself.

Sven let go of Jimin's hand, taking the younger man by the back of the neck and applying warning pressure. Turning to the guard behind him, he gave a whispered command and waited. Within minutes several of Sven's largest guards returned, all of them carrying lengths of metal pipes.

"How much pain do you think he will be able to withstand, Jimin-ssi?" Sven purred, his tone curious and light. It made Jimin's stomach turn. "I think we will begin with five strikes from each guard and for every time you cry out, I will add five more, hmm?"

Sven delighted in any opportunity he could find to inflict pain. The one before him now offered a chance to both cause Mathan pain, and test his new jewel for obedience and loyalty.

"Mathan," Jimin breathed, causing Sven to squeeze his neck painfully, the pressure causing him to sway as his monster ordered the guards to begin.

Mathan looked at Jimin, his eyes begging the boy to have some faith.