Third Person POV

Six of them were standing in front of fragile Jimin. His hands and legs were tied. After, 2 hours of torturing. Hobi splashed a bucket of cold water into Jimin's face and body. Jimin opened his eyes. He was screaming in pain when the bruises and scars met the cold water. He was crying painfully.

"Let me go" Jimin begged them .Tears were falling down from his eyes to cheeks than touched the cold floor.

"Do you really think I have wasted my all energy by beating you just to let you go?" Hobi asked with an evil smirk on his face.

After Hobi's words he looked up to see six mens were standing in front of him wearing black suits and black shirts. And most importantly they all had a gun. He saw three of them before. Now he is watching three new faces. One had a broad shoulder, he was the only one who's face was worried and showed he genuinely cared about me.

Other one had the brightest smile, though he was smirking but Jimin can tell he was staring at the smile.

Jimin just lost in a whole another universe by watching his bright smile but most importantly he was the torturer. "He is the torturer who tortured me for hours so that I can tell them the truth. But I was blacked out, they can ask me questions when I regained conscious. But no they decided to torture me.What kind of maniac they are? What kind of people they are? I think they have a blood kink or something" I whispered to myself watching all the blood on my body.

Then he saw the other one with black eyes, black hair, blank and cold stare, doesn't care about the world type of person. He gulped watching him. He had a bad aura around him . Jimin thought he might be the boss. The room was dark and rusty. This room gave a lot of dungeon vibe. Actually it is a a dungeon. Only a bulb was hanging from the ceiling.

The one with cold look came to me.

"Who are you?"

"P..park J..jimin"

"What does your father do?"

"I..i don't k..know"

"Lie."*smack* Jimin was crying in pain. He really doesn't know what his father do.

"WHAT DOES YOUR FATHER DO?"

"I..DON'T K..KNOW"

"Lie" *smack*His back was bleeding when Yoongi was playing with his whip.

After several scars on Jimin's back Seokjin decided to speak

"Boss, you know his father is a gang a leader. Stop hurting him." Seokjin said with a worried tone.

"Okay. Then let me get right into the topic, sweetheart?" Yoongi smirked.

"WHO KILLED MY MOTHER?". Yoongi asked growling. His pupils were dark and black.

"I D...DON'T K..KNOW" Jimin started to cry heavily. His whole body was shivering. Begging for not to do this.

"ANOTHER FUCKING LIE" *Smack*

Jimin gave up. His whole body gave up. He really can't feel the pain anymore. He was staring blankly replying again and again that he didn't know anything. His cheeks were stained with crying, eyes were red and puffy. Nobody told him about the world. Yes, he was living in a darkside only in his world not another people's world. He was used to being hurt, used to being abused. He knew that nobody will gonna believe him. He didn't know the outside world being so cruel beside his inner world. But one thing he surely knew that he hated him.

HE HATED THE MAN WHO'S STARE WAS STONE COLD. HE HATED THE FACT HE HAD TO HATE SOMEONE THAT BAD.

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