not tolerated.
↪ not tolerated: your muse punishes my muse.
tw: kidnapping, implied torture
Jongsuk descended the steps into the basement, meticulously rolling his sleeves up to his elbows. “Wake her up,” he ordered, not sparing the gathered men or their captive a glance as he finished with his sleeves.
He looked strikingly out of place given their surroundings. The basement was really more of an old wine cellar, located beneath a restaurant that looked like a strong wind could blow it right over. The electricity was unsteady thanks to ancient wiring that had probably been gnawed on by rats for years and the lights flickered, unstable. Everything was covered in a thick layer of dust.
And then there was Jongsuk, with his perfectly styled hair and his pressed Armani suit.
In the center of the room, a circle of men surrounded a lone woman. She was blindfolded, her hands bound behind the chair with rope to keep her immobile. Given the way her head was hanging as her body strained limply against her restraints, she was unconscious.
Jongsuk reached level ground at the same time that one of the men dumped a bucket of water over their captive’s head. He loosened his tie and let the material hang loose around his neck as he reached the group. Clucking his tongue in annoyance, he bent down so he was eye level with the woman, waiting for her to stir.
“Are you ready to join us, Phantom?”
His patience quickly ran thin and he struck her across the face.
