It's not a LAV book if it doesn't include a torture scene!

Author's POV

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, the auction has come to an official end. I would like to thank you all for participating and congratulate all of our successful bidders. Via your emails, you will be contacted for further information on which way you would like to receive items. But before any of that...we can't forget the birthday boy, can we?" The host beamed, being accompanied by the gushing roars and claps from the audience.

"So without further ado, I would like to invite Mr. Min-Jun and his husband for his very special moment! Everybody, please sing along!"

With now live melodies being played by the quartet on the side, on que the giant dark red cake was being rolled in by the two chefs that no one knew—except us, of course.

Agust and Victor were on either side of the cake with masks on their faces. As mentioned before, it was convenient that they had to wear masks. They rolled the cake in a deliberate manner, making sure to reach the targets right as the audience got to the main chorus of the cliche song.

'Cake has reached the finale', the message popped up on 3 other screens of the other agents around the castle via Victor.

As soon as the cake trolley was right in front of the couple, Victor was the first one to turn around and leave. On the other hand, as soon as Agust was going to take a step away, both of the CEO's gave him a quick glance.

"Thank you for everything." Min-Jun lightly whispered to him, along with a genuine smile from not only him but Min-ho as well.

Perplexed, Yoongi couldn't help but take a pause on his legs and his nose was immediately hit with a very specific smell that almost felt like it was burning his chest internally, not in a painful way. And it was the smell that mostly came when he was around Namjoon and Jimin.

Being snapped back to reality by Victor's voice through his earpiece, he abruptly turned around before rushing to the main door of the room. Though he did give one last glance to the birthday boy, and in return he was flashed a sad smile.

They knew something; Agust was certain.

Closing the door behind him, he rushed towards the main kitchen, where everyone was celebrating the success of tonight with a glass of champagne. He spotted Victor at the very end corner of the kitchen, so grabbing a glass on the way, he stood beside Victor, blending amongst the other bustling chefs.

Through the breached security camera, he got a view of the entire event from the front. They were just about to cut the cake. His bomb activation window was right beside the camera's footage.

Victor took a large gulp of his drink as he viewed the same thing along with all the other teammates.

Yoongi's pupils locked themselves on the trigger button, not virtually pressing it yet. His hands tightened around his own glass, palms sweaty, arms heavy, anxiety skyrocketing. And before Min-Jun could even take a bite of his freshly sliced cake, Yoongi blinked three times in a flash.

KA-BOOM!!!!!!

The already dark cake was splashed with the colour of similarity. The explosion was quiet, yet its ravage was deafening. The cake, intended as a symbol of joy, turned into a spectacle of destruction. The force of the blast rocked the hall, shattering the joyous illusion of happiness.

As the smoke cleared, it revealed the overly mortifying aftermath of the silent explosion. The grand hall, once a beacon of celebration, now bore the scars of tragedy.

Blood-curdling screams pierced amongst the entirety of the palace. Frightened footsteps bustled and cries of agony echoed as people rushed out for salvation. Panic governed over like a dictator over everyone's once sane minds.

All the once celebrating hard-working chefs, through their glasses on the floor before sprinting to the emergency exit in havoc. As chaos reached its peak point, Yoongi realised it doesn't matter how many assets you own or how big your name is; at the end of the day, what unites us all is tragedy.

"Team 1, your area is completely clear; get out of the building."

"Copy."

The escape of both teams was smoother than expected. Since the crowd was already a mess, the guards were mostly focused on bringing everyone to their safety, hence compromising one of the most valuable areas in the palace they were assigned to look after.

Even if the palace inside was screeching with noise pollution, none of that disturbed the gloomy forest that surrounded it on the outside. At the end of the day, everything seemed as quiet as an average day you'd stargaze. However, if you looked further, just over a mile from the back of the palace stood a mid-night black SUV, already activated through intelligent computing and ready to go.

Before the sound of the ambulance could even reach one's ears, in under 10 minutes, all 4 agents had already fled to safety.

Nonetheless, to finish the entirety of this mission, they still had one more phase to complete.

Perhaps the phase that held the answers to the questions that all the 4 held. More specifically the two of them.

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Throughout the car ride, Jinyoung was in charge of driving, and Yoongi was checking and trying to activate and prepare the USB key to make sure that they didn't blow up the computer instead of retrieving the info. In addition, he was making sure that the security system of the villa was already hacked and looping the same loop footage as he planned.

For the other two agents, they were quickly getting out of their fancy clothing and changing into something darker and more comfortable, unlike their designer suits. Jin brought out their bag of weapons from the back of the car—the tools they'd need to efficiently and quickly torture the two little girls.

However, there was something else going inside Namjoon's mind. His mind kept looping the moment when the Lee couple died. Right as they were cutting the cake, he sensed an essence. Two essences. He couldn't be wrong, because Jinyoung's was way different from the two he smelled. But the thing was, it disappeared right when the both of them died. That only meant 1 thing—they were super natural. But how? Why did they die from such a mere accident then? If they were real mortals, they'd either explode but still have their souls roaming around, or they would have been unharmed.

The journey to the Lee family's secluded villa was a silent one. The darkened streets blurred past the tinted windows of the inconspicuous vehicle carrying the four agents. Agust, lost in his internal turmoil, stared blankly at the passing city lights. Victor, though outwardly composed, couldn't shake the disquiet that lingered in his eyes.

The villa emerged on the horizon, a looming structure hidden amidst sprawling trees. The air around it felt heavy with secrets, a testament to the darkness that dwelled within. As the vehicle came to a stop less than a mile away in the forested area, the agents prepared for the next phase of the mission.

"Team 1, you'll be entering first. Though the entire security system is taken care of, take out any of the guards if they come in your way. We'll take care of the rest so you can smoothly initiate the torture. The room of the daughters is on the 3rd floor east wing; Key is on the second floor west wing." Victor calculative stated as they all prepared their guns with silencers and extra ammos.

It didn't take long before one by one Juliun and Levinor got out of the car and silently rushed their way towards the large villa in the distance. For the sake of securely entering, they were going from the back.

When they were right in front of the villa, the two agents were crouching down with their guns low yet still in their hands. "Team 2 was entering the villa."

"Copy that; there is the blind spot to your right from the guards; I suggest you go in quitely first."

"Copy," Jin signalled to Namjoon that they were now going in the said direction.

Namjoon looked up at the height of the mansion, which was absolutely enormous.

Well, it was going to be a long night, so let's just cut to the chase, right?

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Victor and Yoongi calmly entered the study. They had taken care of all of the guards, and to their surprise, there weren't as many as there should be.

"We've reached the study," informed Yoongi. As the two heard a fight 'copy' from the other line, they had already gotten to work.

Under observation, the room would be classified as a classic vintage study. The scent of old books and polished wood whispered around. The study's palette was walnut wood, a dash of shimmering golden yellow, and the majority of winter black.

Most of the walls were covered with the bookshelves that reached the ceiling and had about a million ancient looking books. Artefacts of all sorts were presented in the gaps between the many bookshelves. Lastly, the wall opposite the desk held a gigantic painting, a sort of portrait of 3 people in a renaissance style. However, Yoongi didn't have the time to further observe the faces in the painting due to Jinyoung already starting to infiltrate into the computer.

Yoongi followed behind with his own equipment, making sure that he was being discreet but sound with everything. One wrong move and the computer will blow up right at their faces.

"I've filled in everything to replace the access for cornea and fingerprint recognition. I've also added our own USB to store all the info so we can insert it now." Jinyoung nodded as he looked at the key in Yoongi's hand, given to him by Namjoon.

The said man took a long breath. "Team 1, we are now inserting the key inside the computer."

Yoongi slid open the USB, revealing the silver metal bit that would decide whether he dies this instant or successfully returns back home. With a sharp breath, he inserted the key in the port behind the Mac and quickly pulled back his hand.

For the first couple seconds, nothing happened, only heightening the anxiety of the two angers. That was before a small loading screen abruptly popped up on the large screen and following it were a million files inserting themselves inside the key that's now finally being used as storage.

Yoongi and Jinyoung both recognised many of the names that popped up in the process, already knowing that their client was going to become the most important and wealthy man simply by owning this USB. But, whereas all the files belonged to one person, there was a certain file titled with the names of two people. Since everything was moving fast but not in a flash manner, Yoongi got those certain names.

'Kim Minseok & Kim Soojin'

Yoongi didn't contemplate too long on those names; there were probably just some businessmen now under the influence of future blackmail, if their client intended. It was right after that the transfer process had come to a completion, making both agents sigh in relief.

"Great work. I think we can head back before the others and make the USB secure for our client," Yoongi suggested and Jinyoung simply nodded back. As the two packed up and were about to leave, Yoongi's eyes finally landed on the painting in front.

There wasn't anything interesting about it at first glance. As mentioned before, it was a portrait of three people, what looked like a couple and their child, supposedly. But looking carefully at each of their faces, especially the child's, Yoongi's breath decided to nearly leave its designated place.

"V-victor, why don't you go and do that first? I'll follow you right behind," Yoongi muttered in a subtle, shaky voice, his eyes not daring to leave the painting.

The said man looked behind with an eyebrow raised; he instantly noticed the unusual paleness that covered the man's face. "Are...you good?"

"Yes, just go, please." Yoongi whispered, his eyes still wide and glued ahead.

With suspicion still clouding Jinyoung, he still decided to leave, but not before taking a glance at the painting.

And as soon as the door clicked close, "Julian, are you receiving?"

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Heartbeats paced. Silent breaths quickened. Panic and anxiety heightened. Despair and melancholy were all that echoed around. Chills were forcefully dragged down with scraping nails down the spines of two young people.

The room once held light and luxury to it. Flooded with the most giant of plushies on each of the two beds. The most extravagant of clothes, purses, and accessories once stood sighing in the overly deluxe chandeliers, which used to provide rich light to every crevice of the room. There was once the heavenly scent of sweet jasmine and earthy lavender that danced around.

Yet now, let's just say, things have taken a down side. A murky cloud of darkness ruled the humous room, making it seem like an infinite hell loop of a dark abyss. Shattered lamps, broken mirrors, prickly glass shards, and splatters of sickening blood lay motionlessly on the ground, hinting us about the prior hustle that might have taken place.

The humidity in the room grew higher yet some were still cold-sweating. The silence was pin-dropped as it gave a mocking gaze upon the two young girls who were forced to stay still in their chairs, with thick ropes around their wrists and legs, which burned through their skin as they squirmed.

Droplets of tears and blood echoed demonically as they died down on the floor.

Yet the stream of the salty liquid quickened its flow, and arose from the shadows were demons, living, breathing demons. Spawns of Satan in the most attractive disguise of humans.

"Are you scared?" An innocent voice rang out, filled with worry and nothing but innocence. An illusion of innocence.

There was no response to the taller man's question, bringing a small pout to his red lips. "Don't worry, nothing's going to happen; it's just like a small lesson. A quick and very, very delightful lesson." A giggle followed after those foreshadowing words. The muffled cries only rose up in volume once the girls' caught the glint of redness in the handsome man's eyes and the signature smirk.

"Do you remember what you used to do to all those kids that would even dare to talk to you two?" This time, the most icy voice rasped out in an octave that was as deep as the unimaginable parts of the ocean. Unlike the male with the sweet expression and humble words, he was nothing but cold, as if he had already been killed since the day was brought to this world.

The girls had questions but they knew exactly what the towering man was talking about, yet they still had the audacity to shake their heads.

"No problem; we'll make sure that by the end of this session, you will feel everything that they did." A chuckle left his plush lips as he tilted his head.

The two males stood side by side for the first time with the will to do something together to its fullest. To live in the moment and make sure that they see through everything that happens in this room.

Jin gave Namjoon a quick glance, who only replied with a gentle smile that was visible even through the subtle darkness yet the bare minimum light of the windows.

The two instantly got to what they were supposed to do. Jin grabbed an orbital sander from his bag, while Namjoon harshly tugged onto Lia's chair and dragged her to directly face her sister's wet, tear filled face, wrapped with dirty rags around her mouth identical to hers. There was a slight distance between the two, but it was obvious to both their eyes that they didn't want to be part of whatever the hell this was going to be.

Lia screamed in agony as Namjoon stood right behind, his hands gently stroking her hair. "Now, sweetheart, I want you to relax and calm down. Because we are going to put on a little show for your sister."

A screeching mechanical sound roared out loud from the distance, and Lia's eyes widened in less than a millisecond. With another giggle, Namjoon left her side and went behind Mia, keeping his hand gently at her shoulder, making the already mortified girl tremble tremendously.

Lia felt as though she was breathing so much that not only would her lungs give up on her but so would rupture her heart and brain itself. As seconds passed by, the sound of the machine got louder and louder. Mia took a glance at the said machine that Jin held casually in his hands; slowly raising it, her screams became manically bloodcurling, not helping her sister's sanity.

"Watch carefully," Namjoon whispered into her ear, making the girl's heart drop to her guts. His fingers innocently stroked her head.

Jin took hold of the girl's hair, abruptly pulling her head back to show what he held. The sanding machine ran miles in seconds, so fast that it could slice off your finger. Knowing that, Jin brought the instrument closer, closer, and closer—to the girl's bare thigh. The girl desperately shook her head, not being able to clasp onto any air anymore. Her hand fidgets and claws at the ropes behind her, trying to free herself for salvation.

But she knew she couldn't keep fighting for any longer when she felt it touch her skin. She threw her head back in from the immeasurable pain that shot up through every nerve of her body. It was the worst kind of pain imaginable. Not only did the sander tore her skin in a regular manner but also burned the surrounding area through the heat made through the high friction. Blood splattered outwardly, taining both her and Jin's pale complexion. Screams after screams jumped out until her mouth, which was left open with air running out but her sound box had given up.

Mia looked away from the sight as she repetitively hyperventilated. Her eyes tightly shut close as she didn't want to see even an ounce of what was being done to her sister. But her face was forcefully jerked towards the sight with a shout, defening her ear even more.

"LOOK! LOOK WHAT'S HAPPENING TO HER! Don't you dare remove your eyes from your sister's misery." Namjoon belowed as he death glared at the girl with his hand pulling on to her hair, forcing her to witness the absolutely nauseating process.

"Because this is the price one must pay, for another's pleasure," sneered the same man closer to her ear, "The sufferings of others. Their expressions when agony courses through their system. When their soul leaves their body but is forced back inside with the burning feeling that doesn't let go of its prey. Come on....you know this is what you love after all the giggles that used to leave your mouth when you'd torture those girls." A satanic grin stretched around his lips as his eyes stayed wide open with insanity and psychoticness inside them. Manipulating her like the Devil he was

Mia weakly shook her head. She was unable to comprehend any other words; her panic attack was only getting worse. A harsh slap nearly pushed her head to the other side if it wasn't for Namjoon's steel grip. "Your sister is working so hard to please you and THIS is how you show your gratitude?!" Slaps after slaps.

Meanwhile, Lia's body was slowly giving up on her as Jin continued leaving nearly three large circular marks on her body. All bloody and torn. Splinters of torn skin flew around as he pushed deeper inside her skin, hoping to touch her femur. However, right before she could pass out, Jin paused his movements and turned the sander off.

He set it aside as Lia sharply breathed air through her nose, knowing that she couldn't through her mouth. Mia's eyes were red and her face was just as drenched in sweat as her sister's. Both were suffering immensely but in distinct ways. One was being inflicted with physical pain, which would make her want to die quicker, and the other was being tortured mentally, equally as painful if you considered how nauseating one must feel along with the illusions of pain your brain starts to create inside your own body as it mimics it from the sight in front.

The two thought that all of this was over, but oh boy...Jin silently brought the black bucket he prepared earlier towards him. It's held large amounts of liquid, half diluted with equal parts of some white substance.

Lia's dying eyes rolled in his direction, seeing what he was picking up from the bucket. Water spewed out between the cracks between his fingers, his hand grabbing a large amount of the white substance in his hand. With the last brink of sanity left, she slowly realised what the substance was—it was something she regularly used on her own victim's wounds.

Salt mixed in water.

The familiar feeling of panic arose inside her. She didn't even know that she could feel even more fear after everything that has happened so far. He splattered the salt directly onto her already burning wound, making it hurt a million times more. Lia's legs quiverd with agony as her head bobbed in every direction possible, finally losing her mind and sense of reality. Pain was all that consumed her.

Upon seeing such a sight, Mia's guts immediately ran upward, a sickening sting stirring up inside her stomac, instantly making her throw up inside the gagging cloth. And as if Namjoon already knew this was going to happen, he quickly put a thick cloth over not only her mouth but also her nose, pushing back all the contents that were threatening to spill out. He kept her head up and steady as a satanic smirk traced his lips, and his eyes wide open like before. This time holding a brick of his real devilish self.

Jin could already understand what the man in front of him was doing and he couldn't help but be mesmerised. Not from what he was doing, but simply the way he effortlessly managed to inflict pain on someone and made them suffer till their cores, knowing exactly what pain they were feeling and feel happiness from that. Oddly, that satisfied Jin—the way his insanity reflected off his eyes, psychotic humour sang out of his lips, and the way he still managed to somehow...just somehow, look stunning while doing all this.

Jin was in such a daze that he hadn't realised their eyes were each other now. Namjoon tilted his head as his smile only grew. Miracles were happening today and he didn't even know how. The Devil captured every bit of the other's captivating beauty. The way his pale skin contrasted with the dark tone of the blood on his face.

It was far beyond before he could realise that his gloved hand had already dropped the salt and instead was now tightly suffocating the girl. Nevertheless, his eyes always stayed stuck to Namjoon's; he simply couldn't let go of the sight of the attractive man.

Namjoon could feel Mia thrashing around in his grip, desperately begging for air, but that only triggered the Devil inside him. His eyes now held a dark red glowing glint inside them and that wasn't noticed by Jin. The human's heart raced profoundly. The sight of something oh so alluring only made him want to drag his body towards the man. However, Namjoon wasn't even running a spell.

And to reach the peak point of the moment, "Fun, isn't it?" Namjoon beamed in a voice that only pulled Seokjin deeper into the sweet trap of satanic pleasure.

Seokjin looked down; his own knuckles turned pale white, having such a strong grip upon the poor girl's bruised neck that he was losing circulation in his hands. But upon seeing how her eyes rolled back as her soul began leaving her body, her protests grew weaker, and the feeling of her life going away in his hands, brought him higher than the sky. Then, before he knew it, Lia had gone limp.

Namjoon had already let go of the cloth that took the life of not so innocent Mia as he waited for a response, which may not present itself.

But to his surprise, the human in front of him brought his head up and had the most shocking expression. A large grin on his face. A genuine grin. "You're right, this is fun.".

Surprisingly back with another chapter! I know I should focus on the writing, but I want to focus on the asthetics of this book! It's my baby ok-

So please be expecting loads of cool matching graphics- Harder said then done but oh well!

DON'T FORGET TO VOTE AND COMMENT CUZ IT TAKES A WHILE WRITING THIS LONG ASS PLOT FOR ME! BAII