Everyone just sat there in complete shock.

Seeing JB being carved into like a piece of ham scared all of them shitless.

Taehyung finished his little handiwork and picked JB up, turning him towards everyone else to see the art he had made. There sitting in between his lap was a dead man, blood and brain matter oozing out the back of his skull and his eyes still fairly wide open.

"Isn't he a pretty thing?"

Taehyung shoved JB closer to the table, making sure everyone could see the newest addition to the latter's facial features. A smile, literally ear to ear. Bloody and stretched wide to show the skin underneath. Hoseok let out a small whimper and Yoongi looked down gritting his teeth together. It was a frightening sight to see. Gruesome, disgusting, and twisted were not words that could fully describe the up-close-and personal view Taehyung insisted on giving. Jinyoung was sure if Taehyung left JB there, he would vomit harshly from the grotesque reminder of his, of all of theirs, situation.

"Now I know what you're thinking. You think I'm crazy. You think I'm insane. You think I'm mad. True I may just be. Madness, as you know, is like gravity, all you need is a little push. You may all think you're saints compared to me, but I have a lesson to instill in you all," Taehyung motions for Mark to remove JB's limp body as he was now literally dead weight, "you may think you're better, you may think you're 'good' or the hero, but there are no heroes in this story. You will be pushed and we will find out just how much of impure scum you are. I let my butler shoot him, but in actuality, I really like knives. Do you want to know why I use a knife? Guns are too quick. You can't savor all the... little emotions. In....you see, in their last moments, people show you who they really are. So in a way, I know your friends better than you ever did. Would you like to know which of them were cowards? Well you're about to find out. You will play this game."

Taehyung claps his hands as Mark brings in a contraption heading first over to Hoseok and Jungkook. Jimin, who kept his head down ever since Taehyung practically paraded JB at them, looked up in wonder.

"Is that...is that...and electrical shock machine?"

BamBam bolted upright in his seat in glee. "Good job pumpkin, looks like you're beauty and brains!"

Jimin looked back down as Jungkook and Hoseok both yelled out in panic from Mark strapping their heads.

"Please don't do this!" Hoseok looked towards Taehyung, a desperate plea unleaving his eyes, but Taehyung merely chuckled. "Such a beautiful exquisite set of vocal chords you have Hoseok. Ah my little angel, you're who I most look forward to. Who knows, I might even try them out to see if you scream louder in pain or in pleasure."

Taehyung winked at Hoseok and Hoseok shrunk back in his seat defeated, tears falling down. Jungkook sobbed, not stopping even as Jin tried to comfort him. Mark placed a mechanical box remote in between Hoseok and Jungkook on the table. It only had two buttons, red and blue. Taehyung leaned back in his seat as he began to explain the rules of the first game. "Okay Hoseokie and Jungkookie! I want you to choose who you'd rather shock. Hoseok blue is for shocking yourself, red is for shocking Jungkook."

"You lecture us about not being mad?! You're mental and a lunatic!"

Taehyung snapped his head in Yoongi's direction. "Ah sweet lips, and skin that could probably rival winter. You finally speak." Yoongi's jaw locked as Taehyung stared him down. Eyes nearly pitch black. Looking, staring, analyzing into his soul. "I'll have you know that I'm not mad. I'm just a differently sane! Crazy, I might give you. If I weren't crazy, I'd be insane! Can't have that now can we?"

Taehyung ruffled Yoongi's hair and Yoongi spat at the man.

"Aww someone is not willing to play nice daddy," BamBam said as he laughed at Yoongi's little show.

"And just what exactly are you laughing at dick for brains brat?! You're just as much as berserk as he is with your sick love for this torture porn!"

"If you do not shut the fuck up, I will take you right here on this table and let everyone watch. Let's see how much of a man you are after that," Taehyung snarled at Yoongi as BamBam smirked.

Yoongi huffed. "Fuck you and your sick twisted fantasies."

Taehyung looked at Yoongi, murderously, but eventually decided to simply undo his tie. "Before I was so rudely interrupted. Jungkook. Hoseok. You two will choose. Hoseok you will be going first. Would you rather shock yourself or would you rather shock Jungkook? You have 15 seconds to decide." Taehyung picks up a timer and shrieks are heard.

"We can't decide things like that in just 15 seconds!" Taehyung chuckled at Namjoon. "We can decide a lot of things in 15 seconds. I can decide to break each of your fingers or gut you like a pig in 15 seconds. Now carry on with the game."

Taehyung set the timer to 15 seconds, but not before Hoseok let out one more desperate sob, hoping somehow the crazed man would see some sense. "Better decide quickly angel, time is running out." Jungkook closed his eyes, silently praying to escape this situation. Hoseok grabbed onto Jungkook's hand and squeezed it lightly.

"Don't worry Kookie, I won't shock you."

Hoseok slammed his hand down on the blue button, closing his eyes shut tightly and groaning loudly as white-hot searing pain coursed through his body. Hundreds of watts of electricity sending jolts all through him. Jungkook sobbed even more looking at Hoseok fidget in his chair, drool dropping down his cheek, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fought hard to overcome the sensation to give into the pain and black-out.

"PLEASE!" Jungkook looked warily at Taehyung, who was watching in sheer amusement, rivaling BamBam's hearty laugh of glee. "STOP THIS! HE'S HAD ENOUGH!" Taehyung looked in amusement at Jungkook then signaled Mark to cut off the machine.

"Aww poor little baby. It is to laugh, huh, Mistah J?" Taehyung threw his head back and howled in laughter as Mark took the strap off of Hoseok's head, moving it onto Jin's head. "Don't worry puddin', it's all the fun of the game!" Jungkook felt a wave of nausea overrunning him. Why was Taehyung calling himself Mr. J, if he's Mr. J? And what was he supposed to do now that he had to be the one to make the choice.

Seokjin looked at Hoseok and nearly cried. The man looked wrecked and not in the pleasurable numbness sense. He looked very much in pain, his breathing going from big breaths to exclusively shallow, his head not having any more strength to endure the task of being held up. Seokjin gulped and shook at Jungkook to gain his attention, wanting to somehow comfort the younger man. "It will be okay JK. Alright. It will be fine. I can take it," Seokjin offered Jungkook a weak smile as he mentally prepared himself for the worst. But the worst never comes. Seokjin opened his eyes to peek at Jungkook, who couldn't speak back as he had himself endure the torture Hoseok previously suffered through. Seokjin looked at Jungkook in shock. Why didn't he choose to electrocute Seokjin instead? He could have saved himself the pain. After Jungkook's turn ended, he, like Hoseok, slumped back in his chair, all strength leaving his body.

Seokjin was now staring at Yoongi, pressing the button without so much as a second thought.

Yoongi cringed watching Seokjin thrashing around in his seat. Taehyung caught his gaze and leaned over, talking lowly to him.

"Beautiful isn't he? Just look how his lips look parted like that. How he, how all the others curve either inwardly or outwardly from the pain. I bet your back would arch just as beautifully with so much elegance."

Yoongi trembled as Taehyung ran his hand down Yoongi's back. Not that he would ever admit that Taehyung gets so easily under his skin, he didn't fight for his country for this bullshit. Fuck this sick smug bastard and anyone that wants to associate with him.

"Fuck you," Yoongi whispered to Taehyung. "Fuck you and your equally insane brat."

BamBam's ears perked up, having heard Yoongi from across the way. "I can't wait to break you." BamBam sneered maliciousy towards Yoongi as his turn of deciding was skipped and passed over to Namjoon.

Namjoon looked at Yoongi. A look of apology duly noted before he pressed the red button to shock Yoongi. Yoongi jolted with a mixture of surprise and of pain. He couldn't necessarily blame Namjoon, the pain and humiliation he was going through was not something he would have wished on his own worse enemy, something he had a lot of during his time in the war.

Namjoon looked down ashamed of himself for making that awful choice. He was a no-good coward. That's what he's always been. It's the reason he's in trouble in the first place. He didn't have much time to think as he too soon experienced the pain the others felt. He wasn't even mad at Jinyoung for not wanting to experience this. Karma as they say is a complete bitch.

Taehyung chuckled as Namjoon could literally feel his brain frying. Mark moved on to Jimin, who was now given the choice between shocking himself or shocking Hoseok again. Hoseok looked up at Jimin who gave him a small smile whispering calming sweet nothings to him. Hoseok closed his eyes trying to keep in the small whimpers as he was still in pain.

"You don't have to it. I can take it."

Jimin cocked his head sideways and chuckled, mischief evident in his eyes.

"You thought I was asking you to play Hero? Oh no no Hoseokie. I was just trying to comfort you before I did this."

Jimin pressed the red button, smirking while he watched Hoseok writhe in pain again from his decision.

Jungkook, being able to finally lift his head, looked up towards Jimin in disgust. "What's wrong with you?!" Taehyung clapped in amusement and BamBam laid a kiss on Jimin's cheeks. "I think we got ourselves a favorite, don't you think?" Taehyung nodded his head rapidly at BamBam's words while Hoseok was finally given the chance to breathe properly. Everyone looked towards the man, concerned about his body not being able to stop convulsing. Jungkook made to touch him, but quickly retracted his hands when Hoseok suddenly grabbed the table.

Jimin snickered while BamBam watched in wonder as the man did his best to overcome the pain and send a death glare to them.

"Well well," Taehyung leaned in across the table as Mark unstrapped Hoseok, "very good my beautiful children. You did so well on your very first round."

"What do you want from us?"

Taehyung got up and made his way over to Namjoon, gently caressing his cheek with slightly calloused hands. "Don't you ever listen to Mistah J puddin'? He told you he was going to teach you a lesson. You're learning here honey?"

Namjoon noticed the change in Taehyung's voice, usually deep and husky, now more slightly high-pitched and lusty. "But...you told us that!"

BamBam sneered at Namjoon. "You idiot. You don't get it do you?"

Taehyung patted Namjoon on the shoulder and looked at BamBam. His mask hiding the large smile on his face. "Mommy's golden boy you are!"

Namjoon looked up at Taehyung and gulped. "Who are you?!"

Taehyung leaned down close to Namjoon ear, making the latter shiver from his breath ghosting his neck. "Call me Harley! Everyone does."

Taehyung gave Namjoon a kiss on the cheek before taking out his knife again, still bloody from earlier, and walking over to Yoongi.

Jin looked at Taehyung startled. "What are you doing?!"

Yoongi gritted his teeth as Taehyung pulled his head back, grazing the knife lightly across Yoongi's skin, stopping right at his jugular.

"Such porcelain sweet skin. You'd be so beautiful amongst my collection. He usually hates when I play around with the guests, but something about you just draws to me."

"You're a sick bastard."

Jungkook looked at Yoongi shocked and then looked at Taehyung for his reaction. Something changed in Taehyung's eyes. Something dark and it made Jungkook's stomach flip upside down just looking at it. "Please! This isn't necessary, he's playing the game just like the rest of us."

Jimin rolled his eyes at Jungkook's plea.

"Oh my God, is whining all you know how to do? Did your mommy teach you how to be a little bitch?"

Jungkook snapped his head towards Jimin and snared his nose. "What is your problem?!"

Jimin laughed at the rise he was able to get out of Jungkook but Namjoon just looked at Jimin and shook his head. "Don't do this. This is what he wants." Jinyoung, whose kept quiet this whole time, finally looked towards the rest of the group, shaking in his chair. "We shouldn't fight."

Jimin scoffed at Namjoon and Jinyoung. "This isn't about making friends jackasses. Everyone is here for themselves and if you can't see that, you deserve to die."

BamBam looked at Jimin in shock, before his trademark smile appeared back on his face. "I like him mommy, can we keep him?"

Taehyung wrapped his arms around Yoongi tightly, much to the other man's disgust. "Don't fret! He's too yummy for me to kill....yet. Besides, I haven't had my real fun with him or any of you for that matter."

Taehyung strolled back to his seat at the head of table as called Mark to the table. Mark made his way back into the room with an ice pick in one hand and a leather whip in the other.

Taehyung smiled at everyone's shocked and horrified faces. He got up, laughing maniacally, sharing a smile with BamBam before deciding to speak. As he did, his voice dropped an octave with a chilling effect that caused everyone else in the room to shudder.

"Why so serious?"

Taehyung looked around again before slamming his hand on table; everyone jumping in their seats. "Hmm? No takers? Oh I know. Let's put a smile on all those faces." Taehyung waved his knife around and pointed it towards BamBam. "Make me proud."

BamBam nodded in affirmation at Taehyung before looking over at Yoongi. "Get up Mr. Min."