Hell Hole

Chapter Six.

Chris sat in the East Room with his legs spread, leaning forward in the slightest fashion. His hands wrung together, and rings glinted in the dull light that hung over him, ''Jisung."

Jisung's head immediately popped up, his hair bouncing, ''Present!" He called out, squirming in his seat.

''Minho."

''Here," Minho mumbled out, running his fingers through his sleek black hair.

''Changbin."

''I'm here."

''And Kibum?"

He heard giggling from the opposite side of the room, the boy making his way with a little stumble, twirling his fingers around, ''Here, Sir!"

Chris cleared his throat, leaning back in his chair, ''Everyone knows what they're here for?" He asked, earning respectful nods, "Good. Atleast you guys aren't fucking dumb."

He raised his hand and pulled the string that grazed over his head, turning off the lights; He turned on the projector that sat on his desk, pushing his chair out of the way and pointing at the board to which a video began to appear.

"This video is the string of footage of all the surveillance footage Changbin managed to steal from the cops of this area. Thanks to Kirana. It has all of our recent kills, Including Taesung's I performed last Saturday. I believe."

Kibum's hand raised, waving it in the air, wiggling his fingers until He has been called upon to speak, "Hyung's so cool!" He laughed, squeaking his chair until Jisung had gently begun to rub on his thigh, settling down.

"He is very cool." Minho grumbled, scratching at his top lip, "What about my work? I believe I've just tortured two of our victims already, and got rid of Woojin about twenty minutes ago- yet, you're only congratulating Changbin on getting the footage taken down?"

"Yeah, I got all the footage and- Well, at least We can't get caught now."

Chris slammed his fist down, breaking the projector, pieces of it flying into the air, "Shut the Fuck up. All of you." He growled into the then silent air, his voice bouncing off the walls and echoing in the vents, leading into Jeongin's, bare room.

The boy tossed and turned, placing His hands over his ears, desperately just trying to sleep as He was exhausted; Drained.

He couldn't hear his neighbors clear enough to have really cared, yet He found it so annoying as He would've never been so loud, especially since other people were living in the same building.

Chris raised his voice once again, Jeongin jumping up as He heard it, his tired eyes forming large saucers, stumbling to his feet.

He pondered out of his room, the cold floor sending shivers up his spine. Pounds resonated off the walls, the boy's breathing quickening.

He felt as if He were going to get swallowed up, such terrifying, grotesque images flashing through his mind.

Memories.

He sunk onto the dirty floor, holding onto his knees. He rocked back and forth, his breathing picking up its pace.

He stammered things that only He could understand; his voice slurred as his eyes became heavy, small, incoherent sobs leaving his lips.

It just wouldn't stop!

Why couldn't it stop?

He could almost taste the grotesque liquid of blood cloud his mouth; yet, it wasn't true at all. It wasn't.

The Men from upstairs finished up their meeting a few moments later, Chris leading the way down the stairs. He stopped in his tracks once He saw the young boy lying on the floor, hastily making his way towards him, "Jeongin..." He whispered, curling his arms underneath his limp, trembling body.