Hell Hole

Chapter Twenty-Four.

A sharp pain awoke Jeongin from his unconscious state, the surrounding area that enveloped him fairly dark, unable to see clearly.

His eyes gradually focused upon the figure beside him, met with a different sight than what he expected.

Chris had clamped his mouth open, hovering over him as He dug tools inside of his mouth, leaving fresh tears in his cheek as He strung a needle through the flesh. He delayed his next move upon feeling Jeongin jerk, "Are you finally awake?" He speculated, continuing.

Jeongin strived to raise his hand, unable to due to his limbs strapping to an examination chair. His eyes flickered across the room, writhing around.

"I'm not done stitching you up..." Chris grumbled, focusing intently, "Stay still." He extended his hand over towards the counter, pulling off a pair of tweezers.

Jeongin's body trembled, his eyes scanning the dimly lit office. It was obviously the Man's due to the indication that they were inside of it without trouble from a guard or anyone else.

He made a feeble attempt to say something, it just coming out as a sad excuse for a cry.

Chris dragged the tool into Jeongin's mouth, "If you continue moving; I might accidentally cut out your tongue, or tear a hole through your cheek..." He flicked on a light above the seat, the radiance of it highlighting Jeongin's unconditionally beautiful face.

He was still pretty despite his features being smeared over with dried blood, the Man finding that quite humorous.

"Don't worry," Chris spoke gently after a few seconds had passed, twisting the piece of thread that strayed apart from his stitches, "I'm just sewing you up because you're bleeding from your mouth; I already stitched up the back of your head while you were asleep." He snipped the

thread off with a clip, placing the tools on the table, "I'm done." He plucked the clamps out of his mouth, setting it on the counter and adjusting his seat so that he was sitting up.

Jeongin sucked in sharp breaths, coughing, "Why are you doing this to me?" He breathed out, trying to break free from the restraints frantically, "Who are you?"

Chris smiled, fixing Jeongin's hair. He swept it across his forehead, caressing his cheek for a brief moment, "Who do you think I really am?" He slid his gloves off, throwing them into a tiny trash bin, "A doctor you reasonably fell for, who only lives in a studio?" He adjusted the light, fixating it towards the floor, "Or a serial killer you would see in your own books that you were stupid enough to fall for?" He quirked his eyebrow up, his eyes glazing over with a hidden longing.

Jeongin stared up at him, his expression so troubled. Utterly terrified.

"But it's fine. Either way," Chris mumbled, shoving the tools He had used prior into disinfectant bags, "I can be anything you want..."

"What do you want from me?" Jeongin trembled.

"I told you already... But, I'll tell you in more detail," Chris retorted, "My job is to dissect and reassemble..." He broke out into a burst of sudden laughter, "Then I recreate."

"Is it fun for you to do this to me?" Jeongin's lip quivered, "Please, I'm so scared-"

A wide smile spread onto Chris's face, "Don't be afraid; I promise you," He rolled his shoulders back, getting up to his feet, "You'll become special..." He fringed closer, tugging the restraints off of him in quick flicks, "Because I'll make you special..."

"Hyung, but," Jeongin sniffled, reaching up and cupping his cheek, "but you're scaring me..." He looked up at him with hope, "Stop joking around."

"Hush," He picked up a scalpel from the counter and grabbed hold of Jeongin's hand, slicing the pad of his thumb. He brought it up to his lips and licked the blood off with the tip of his tongue, his eyes drilling into the boy's, "I won't fail with you, Honey..."