Warnings: blood, torture in this and next part, heroin mention
You knocked on hoseoks door. “Come in.” He looked mildly surprised. “Well hello Y/n.” He had a mask next to him. A plain white half face mask. It would cover up one side of his face, leaving the other half bare. “Why the mask Hoseok?” You asked tentatively. He just smiled.
He hands you a single rose, a black ribbon tied around it.
“A gift, before we head into the unpleasantries.” You looked at him confused. He just looked at you sadly. “I have some stuff I need to ask, and if you don’t answer correctly, you get hurt.”
You gulped. “Like, torture?”
Your face paled, making him smile. “Sorry love. It’s the way we are. I can’t make an exception for just anyone. Well I could, but sadly I won’t.” You were shocked. “Well why not?”
“You see, for someone to get off of this, requirement, they have to be very special. And you’re not. All you are is someone who never loved me. So, therefore, you don’t get special treatment.”
“This is not going to get me to love you Hoseok what is wrong with you!” You yelled, finally at your wits end. “Why in the name of god and everything holy would that make me love you!”
This gets a laugh out of him. “It’s not you I’ll be torturing though. I’ll be torturing basement girl. I’m sure you’ll get a kick out of that. She needs to go anyway.” Tears started to roll down your face. “What happened to you.. you used to be so good? What’s wrong with you?”
“A lot.” He began leading you towards a room, mask in hand. He led you through carpeted hallways. You could feel your heartbeat through your body, adrenaline coursing. He room he led you in was dark, lighting was scarce. There was a single lightbulb, swinging from the ceiling. There was two chairs, one a normal wooden chair, one with straps. He pushed you into the wooden one. The girl from the basement got shoved in the other chair. She had chunks of brown hair missing. Her body was anorexic thin. Her clothes hung off her body like bags. Her eyes were wide with fear. She had needle marks in her arms, an obvious heroin user. You immediately felt bad for her. Jin was the one that threw her in the room. He strapped her in securely and left.
Hoseok walked up to her, spinning a knife in his hands, a maniac smile on his face. “Well love, seems like your time is up.” He directed his next words at you. “For every question you answer wrong, she gets slashed. Choose your answers wisely.” He put his knife up to her cheek.
“What was Jackson doing while he left?”
“Wrong answer.” He slashed her cheek. Blood began to trickle down.
“Where did Jackson hide all the money he stole from us? He positioned his knife on her bicep.
You shook your head. “I. Don’t. Know!” You yelled.
He shook his head. “Tsk tsk. I thought I could get some answers out of you.” He slashed downwards. The girl screamed, blood squirting upwards. He turned towards you, face and mask covered in blood.
“Isn’t she a pretty canvas?”
TORTURE TO BE CONTINUED IN PART FIVE!
Next part to be long be prepared
