BTS Kidnapped

Part Forty-Eight

"I'm going to go make a deal with the devil for anything I can get."

Mathan had spent the better part of the remaining day making calls to every shady contact he had, brokering deals to find out anything he could about the personal items being held over Bangtan's heads. The next day he was still empty handed but had, in the meantime, received word that one of his contact's associates might have a way in and that they would be in contact in the next several days. Now all Mathan could do was sit and impatiently wait.

~oooOooo~

Carl, however, was having none of it. He had a feeling that Mathan was up to something with the new demands he had heard about, and he knew for sure that his brother Dorian was going to double-cross him over Jungkook. And then there were the pictures on his tablet that he still did not fully understand. Carl had watched the prisoners closely and while he could see things before him that made no sense at all, he wondered if the information he had would be useful in brokering a deal with Sven to get his pretty songbird and make him his own. Carl thought for sure he would have enough leverage to have the upper hand but worried he was underestimating the evil that was Sven and felt unsure as he made his approach. With a smirk that he hoped masked his trepidation, Carl walked to Sven's quarters and knocked on the door, intent on ruining everything his family had planned and walking away with his prize.

With a smirk that he hoped masked his trepidation, Carl walked to Sven's quarters and knocked on the door, intent on ruining everything his family had planned and walking away with his prize.

~oooOooo~

Carl leered at Jimin as the younger man opened the door. Jimin never once looked at Carl, his gaze purposely diverted as he stood in the doorway waiting for his master to speak.

"Mr. Foley may enter, Jimin," Sven said, sounding annoyed.

Jimin stepped aside, allowing Carl to enter the room.

"Got your little pet trained pretty good," Carl said with a chuckle.

Sven merely looked at Carl coldly, waving a guard into the room.

"Take my jewel for his morning walk," he ordered the guard as he turned to Jimin. "Jimin-ssi, go with Gregor. I will join you as soon as I finish talking to Mr. Foley."

Jimin nodded silently, accepting the coat he was being offered before taking Gregor's arm to be escorted from the room.

"Jimin-ssi...?"

Jimin froze and turned to look at Sven, who crooked his finger at him, summoning him as he moved back to Sven. Tipping the young South Korean man's face up, Sven kissed his lips possessively before he turned Jimin back to be led away by the guard.

Carl noticed that Jimin never spoke or reacted in any fashion to Sven, almost as if he were in a drug-induced haze. But Carl knew that Sven didn't work like that with his pets, so it had to be something else. Maybe Sven had succeeded in breaking the young man's mind.

"You really have to let me in on your secret there, Sven."

"You didn't come here to ask how I train my companions, so please get on with your business before I lose my temper." Sven sat in the throne-like chair he took everywhere with him and lit a cigar.

Carl snorted and sat down on the bed, ignoring the grimace that Sven sent his way.

"I got something you might be interested in," Carl started, letting the words hang in the air.

He had never been one for being coy before, but this was as good a time as any to try it on for size. Judging by the way Sven had looked at that little pretty boy of his, he would definitely be interested in the information Carl had to give, even if he tried to act like he wasn't. Looking at Jimin, his pretty lips waiting for Sven's kiss, Carl could understand why his songbird and Sven and, well, anyone would be enamored. He could think of several things that sweet thing could do with his pretty, plump lips...