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"Who sent you?"
"I won't tell... you're all dead anyway."
Jungkook didn't say a word. He shoved a rough cloth deep into the man's mouth. He sat on a crate directly in front of the man.
Jungkook took a chopper and began to grind the blade against the man's skin, slowly slicing away thin layers of his thighs.
Namjoon stepped forward, reaching into a bucket. He took a massive handful of the wet salt and pressed it directly into the raw, open wounds.
The man's scream was a hollow, bone-chilling vibration behind the cloth, his body convulsing in pure agony as the salt burned into his nerves. In the silence of the night, the message was clear: there was no escape from the shadow of the Jeons.
ᴊɪᴍɪɴ × ᴊᴜɴɢᴋᴏᴏᴋ
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