His kidnapper asked stepping towards him slowly, "So, JEON..JUNG..KOOK. Come on tell me your fantasies. How do you like to get fucked? I mean rough, slow. Oh hold on, I think you would fit into BDSM play". He trailed his eyes down to his crotch lust...
Taehyung entered his huge underground secret place. That place was quite dark and filled with horror and red dim light. He loosened his tie and threw his balzer on the chair recklessly and rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt while shouting angrily, "Bring my red wine right now."
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Taehyung's voice was like a lion's roar, making everyone jump. One man nervously put a cigarette in his mouth, his hands shaking as he tried to light it. Another quickly poured a glass of wine. Taehyung, still thinking about something that was bothering him, sighed, "I need to relax." He took off his clothes and went to his private room.
Soon, women in bikinis came in for a massage. One covered his lower body with a towel and poured warm oil on him. Another started massaging his back, while the others worked on his legs and arms. Taehyung tried to relax, but a loud noise made him angry. He frowned and yelled, "What's that noise? Jiminaa, if you don't fix it in two minutes, you're dead!" That Blonde replied, terrified, "Yes, boss, sorry. I understand."
Meanwhile, Namjoon hit a man hard in the face. " We told you to be quiet!" he shouted. "Don't you know the boss ? You know you'll be in trouble if he finds out." The man was bleeding badly. He begged, "Please, sir, don't kill me."
"I'll try to save you, but you have to tell me where you hid the drugs." He kicked the man in the stomach. "Don't waste our time. We know you hid 50 million worth of goods. Tell us now, while we're still being nice."
Taehyung yelled, "Damn it!" Can't they handle it quietly. He pushed the girls away, wrapped a towel around his waist, and stormed towards the torture room. Sweat and oil glistened on his skin. He combed back his wet hair and sat heavily on a chair.
Namjoon stammered, "B...Boss, you should rest. We'll take care of it."
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"Didn't I tell you this a long time ago?"
"S-sorry, boss!"
"No, no, keep talking. I'm enjoying your little show." He smoked a cigarette, staring coldly at the injured man's fear-filled eyes. The boy swallowed, realizing he was about to die. Tears welled up in his eyes. Taehyung groaned, "Ugh, bring that bastard here. You're all treating him too lightly just because he works for us, huh?" They obeyed his order. Taehyung grabbed the boy's face, who was kneeling in front of him, looking miserable. "Now, open your mouth like a good boy, okay?" He patted his face coldly and asked, "Tell me, why did you do this?"
