Hell Hole

The End.

From outside the building, Felix pulled onto the curb, launching his car door open and then shut. He raced towards the studio, rain descending upon him as He rushed towards the stairs.

He shone his flashlight through the entryway, proceeding his way up the stairs promptly. It was all well lit, Changbin resting on one of the chairs used for decoration as not a single person had ever used them, "Jeongin," Felix yelled, studying the floor. He urged his taser gun out from his strap, aiming it up. He saw what He believed was blood, and He wasn't going to take any chance.

"Who's there?" Changbin chuckled, getting up from his seat and wandering closer to the Male, "My gosh, are you going to shoot me with that, Dear?"

"Don't move," Felix snarled, his catch on the gun promptly tightening.

"Dropping honorifics, look at you." Changbin ridiculed, cracking his knuckles, "What have I done wrong?"

"Where is Jeongin," Felix slid his index finger over the trigger, "where is he?"

Changbin steered his forefinger at himself, tilting his head, "Why are you questioning me?" He pushed his hands into his pockets, "He didn't come here."

Felix advanced, aiming the taser at Changbin's chest, "Jeongin, this is Felix," He yelled out loudly, "If you're here, scream!" He marched forward and towards the hall, "Jeongin!"

"Gosh, you're scaring me," Changbin murmured doggedly, taunting the Male, "I don't think you should behave like that."

Felix pivoted to the side upon witnessing someone in the corner of his eye. He tased Kibum as soon as He happened to come near enough.

Changbin countered the Male, seizing him by the hair and slamming him against the wall repeatedly until He fell unconscious. He looked down at Kibum, lifting him by the arm, "You should have been faster."

"Who cares?" Kibum twittered, sitting up with a sparse hassle, "We're leaving here anyway."

"Lock him up in the basement," Changbin breathed, going up to his feet, "I need to finish something."

Kibum gazed up at him, "Why not the other floor?"

"Jeongin and Chris are up there, don't disturb them," Changbin grunted, peeping up towards the ceiling upon overhearing the sounds of squeaking.

"I think the police will be here soon."

"What can they do?" Changbin rustled, "They don't have a search warrant." He swished his hand in the air, "You take care of him, I take care of them."

Kibum nodded, stretching, "Alright, Mr. Seo." He wheeled around and began to haul him towards the stairs, getting intercepted by Jisung.

Jisung veered near his ear, "I'll get rid of the car. Don't worry about it." Another thump ruptured from the floor overhead. It was more abundant than before. It was like things were heaving objects around.

In reality, Jeongin had torn free from the restraints, lips locked with Chris. They fought, rolling around on the ground. Chris nipped Jeongin's lip and drew blood, hearing small whines exhale from the fragile boy.

Jeongin seemed unusually faultless. His eyes were closed tight, blood trickling down his chin. Chris acknowledged how much he was savoring it from his expression. Their lips fell apart, allowing Jeongin to roll below Chris. He was in a puddle of blood, the crimson liquid staining his clothes. His face remained scrunched, cheeks flushed. The sight itself was jerk off material.

"You're gonna..." Chris breathed out, "You're gonna kill everyone for me, Yeah?" He whisked away, fastening his wrists to the ground, "You're gonna kill them all." He gawked as Jeongin nodded, lips separating.