[ i know i said i wouldn't post anything, but i would really love to share this with you all. just wanna say though, this point of view story has killing and a lot of vulgarity. when reading, please make sure to keep these things in mind. i'll also probably write one for every member if i get the inspiration. oh! and the "matoki" word is based on a story on AO3 that i've come to love! it's a gang based story. anyways, enjoy! ]
“He's going to wake soon,” a small voice in the back of Yongguk's mind reminded him. “Might as well get up and go pay your pet a visit.” Yongguk couldn't help but agree with his inner self. His current play toy, was leaving prominent marks on his chest, worshipping him like a god. Oh, how much he loved being treated like a king and having his play things' lips on his skin. It made him feel powerful— in just a snap of his fingers, someone was already fondling his body while another was leaving marks. Yongguk slowly and sensually lifted up his slaves' chin and pressed a hot kiss onto their lips. “Master will be back.”
Yongguk slipped on a pair of dark jeans with a white t-shirt and matching combat boots. He eyed the weapons sprawled out on his counter and decided to go with his "special" packet. Without paying any mind to the male on his bed, Yongguk went out of the bedroom and downstairs towards the torture room– his favorite room in all of the BAP hideout. The excitement in his bones seemed to only grow bigger and bigger the more steps he took; the closer he got. Chills ran up his spine and a wide sadistic grin slipped past the man's lips. Anyone that can see him, would think that he just won the lottery or something. But in reality, Yongguk was ready to have his body covered in blood and organs.
The completely dark room followed by the shrieking sound of the heavy medal door and a loud gasp from inside, were the first things to greet Yongguk. By this time, he had a "hop" to his walking and his grin was now ear to ear. His hand reached out towards the left, feeling around for the light switch (which he was quick to find). With the dim lighting of the room, Yongguk was able to maneuver around the small room with ease. He walked over to the table where a few "toys" were already set up and have been recently cleaned for the next killing. Yongguk set his small package onto the dull table and was quick to open it. Two syringes lay on one side of the package and five different liquids occupied the other side. “How was your sleep?” Yongguk asked the male, a happy tone in his voice.
The room was relatively small, but it was big enough to hold twenty people and they would all be comfortably moving around. On the opposite side of the room, was a full wall mirror. It was scratched, had blood, and no longer gave a clear view to those looking into it. It did, however, still provide enough to watch your back and/or watch the show from barely entering. With that being said, Yongguk's eyes - filled with sadistic happiness - never left the man's - filled with fear and anxiety - wide eyes. Oh, how much he loved watching fear in other's eyes. Yongguk finished preparing the syringes, this type deciding to go with two types of poison. His two favorite liquids— acid and strychnine.
Yongguk gently placed the syringes down carefully and walked over to the man tied up. He had a cloth in his mouth, making it impossible to speak and his clothing was stained with dried blood from his own wounds. “Tsk, tsk,” Yongguk began as he placed a chair in front of the man, “Did you honestly think you can get away from me? Did you actually think I would let you run that bastard mouth of yours?” Although a smile still rested on Yongguk's lips, just by looking at his eyes, it would make anyone want to simply regret living. “Anyways, I guess I should congratulate you. Why? You made the choice to betray me, and today, is the day I finally get to have your insides on the floor and your blood on my skin.”