torture room

@Jongin Someone's a little upset. Good. That's a load off his back. As he watches Jongin's malevolent behavior on his own blood and flesh, he recalls why he never attends family reunions. The oldest aunt is always arguing with the youngest, the third cousin is drunk by noon, and someone's hand is always in the wrong cookie jar. The leader looks different, yet the same, and Chanyeol can't quite place a finger on the feeling that overwhelms him when Jongin stares at him. Figure subconsciously shrinking in himself, Chanyeol averts his gaze in favor of looking at the red streaks that begin to appear on the man's chest. The iron tang of blood singes his nostrils, the brunette staring down at the dazed young man's eyes before they fall closed. He moves forward to intervene, roughly pulling the latter aside. "Jongin." Tensely, he speaks as he hardens his lowering gaze. "As much as I indulge in your enthusiasm, this isn't an execution room. We just need him to release the names he spilled to, then we let him go. And we can't accomplish that with a dead man." He shakes his head in disappointment, his voice low so that only Jongin would hear it. "By all means, I give you permission to hunt and kill him anywhere that's not on the vicinity of our home base. God forbid this place gets haunted by our enemies." Chanyeol sighs as he leads Jongin back to his handiwork, grabbing a pair of pliers on the way.

"Sehun already haunts me enough," he mutters under his breath.

He was in no way prepared for the horrors that would consume him, especially by remaining here, but no amount of preparation ever did ease the uncertainty in his chest. Chanyeol doesn't ask for much, at least, not blatantly so. He’s an intrusive, diabolical thing. He can't help that he can't read warnings.

"Alright, kid. No need to be afraid. Just tell us who you leaked the files to and you'll be on your merry way-- far from your cousin," he calls out to the man mellowly, thin fingers wrapping around the fabric of his shirt as he rolls his sleeve up. He glowers at Chanyeol, growling under the cloth over his mouth. "Nothing? Not even a name?" The slightly tousled specialist stands, unimpressed and unamused how he thought something like this could possibly make Chanyeol actually /want/ to have this conversation. If anything, it disappoints him. He lets out an exasperated sigh, lifting up the metal device. "Okay. Sing for me instead." It is in a less than a second when the specialist appears centimeters in front of the terrified man, and he doesn't waste another one to tear at his thumb-- torturously pulling out the nail as he swiftly moves onto his index finger with no thoughts of granting him a painless procedure. He had done nothing to deserve it, after all. Chanyeol croons at the quiet crack as another broken, almost inaudible noise reaches his ears and he sighs, slight satisfaction invading his facial expression.

@Chanyeol What a stupid . Jongin should have been expecting this from the beginning. Jaeho had always been jealous of Jongin. He wanted to be the leader of exo, not some underling to his younger cousin. The elder always pretended to be so nice and supportive of Jongin, but now the truth was spilling out. His uncle would have been so livid and ashamed if he knew that his own flesh and blood had turned rat. He grabbed a fistful of his cousin's hair, lifting his head up and forcing the bastard to look him directly in the eyes. Jongin's orbs were all fire and darkness, a burning rage along with the heartbreak of betrayal. Jaeho could see it, because Jongin could see the fear slowly slipping into his cousin's face. He knew what was going to happen, and Jongin was not going to go light on him just because they were family. If anything, the gang leader was going to go even harder.

"You disgust me." he spat in the other's face, back handing him across the face. "You disgrace our family." he took a few steps back, sickened at the sight of the man tied to the chair. Jongin's face turned to Chanyeol, the torture specialist. "I'm well aware Park, and this piece of , scum of the ing earth will get the same treatment as anyone else would in this room." He spoke calmly, though the menace was still there. The gang leader was pushing back his emotions, closing himself off so he could do this properly without turning into a wimpy baby. His cousin deserved this, and then after he was going to be killed by Jongin's hand. It was going to hurt, to kill someone he looked up to as a kid and had been with his entire life, but Jaeho's betrayal meant that none of their history together or their blood relation matter to him.

The leader looked over to the assortment of tools and weapons Chanyeol had, all of them tempting and many covered in blood. This kind of stuff used to bother Jongin a lot time ago, but now he was numb to it. Torture was just another part of the job, something he participated in because it was expected of him and sometimes just to blow off some steam. His tanned fingers reached forward to grab the pliers and then one of the small knives. He handed Chanyeol the pliers. "I need to mark him first for his sin, then you get go to town on his finger nails and toe nails, then his fingers." He instructed. Jongin had a lot of aggression to get out, so this particular torture session was probably going to be longer than others. He walked back to his cousin and used the knife to rip his dirty shirt open. He was silent as he pressed the knife against Jaeho's chest. As soon as he started carving, the other let out loud and blood curdling screams. A gag would have to be placed on him later, but for now Jongin wanted to hear his agony. When he finished carving, 'traitor' was sculpted into his cousin's chest, blood oozing from the gashes as the man pleaded for Jongin to stop. "We're only just getting started princess." He laughed bitterly.

@Jongin In front of Chanyeol is a chair with a lanky figure confined to the seat, the person around their mid-twenties and appearing almost unconscious due to the usual beat down. His face is curtained by dark brown matted bangs and a low expression, blue and purple coloring numerous parts of his body. A dark shade of scarlet blurs his upper right cheek while rusted metal shackles rub raw red into his limbs to stave off any movement, cutting off any possibility of escaping without some sort of key. This man’s key, if successful, also happens to be Jongin. Thick brows knit together in conflict, his hand lowering, lingering in the space between them. The young fellow begins to stir slowly as he cracks a swollen eye open, glancing up to Jongin’s comment. Almost instantaneously, the male snaps out his comatose state. The man muffles a sour 'Jongin' from his chair, chains shackling loudly as he struggles against them.

"Oh my goodness! What are the odds?" Chanyeol chuckles awkwardly, finally drawing a similarity between the two. It's times like these in which he questions his position. But for whatever Chanyeol lacks in a various number of things (tact, enthusiasm, skill, etc.), he maintains an uncanny perceptive ability. Specifically when it comes to all things Jongin-related. He's the first, and from what he knew, the only member to actually acknowledge his emotions rather than pushing it aside for the sake of the gang. So in the oddest of situations, his bite and scratch leave him, and this has got to be the most peculiar situation he's ever been involved with. "Well, I don't mean to interrupt this /lovely/ family reunion, however I'd like to re-inform you that there are no exceptions in our policies, Jongin. I'm sure you know that very well." He supposes that some higher divinity out there had chosen to numb his morality, reject his ability to sympathize so perhaps that's why Chanyeol couldn't sincerely feel guilty to be in the run of probably taking a finger or two from Jongin's cousin.

He pushes his chair to the other side of the room, pulling open a silk curtain to reveal a variety of seemingly normal gardening and kitchen supplies. However, if it weren't for the dried blood accenting some of the material as well as several guns and chains suspended from the wall, this wouldn't have appeared so bizarre in a secluded area from the rest of the hotel and casino. He rests his hands behind his neck, allowing Jongin to have free selection. "So for today's special, because you have family connections, what would you like to do?" Chanyeol offers politely, watching as the victim's eyes turn progressively wary as his eyes dart back and forth from Chanyeol's devices to Jongin. "Let's see..." he begins, pointing out their available options, his voice calm as if he were talking about the weather. "We've got the usual clamps, screwdriver, hedge clippers, ropes, a glock, and--" He points to the corner of the room. "Oh, we got a new weights delivered this morning." He shrugs noncommittally. "Pick your poison."

@Chanyeol Jongin would say that he had very good control of his emotions. He was a well put together and calm individual, but there were certain things that could take him a whole new place of rage and blood boiling anger; anyone trying to take what is his, whether it be a person or his power, and traitors, among other things. He pitied the fool who tried going behind his back, because all it did was make the gang leader a force to be reckoned with. He was informed that someone brought in for torture was a rat, and Jongin decided he wanted to take a piece out of the idiot as well. The only way to make himself feel better was to carve through the rat's skin and make him scream. Jongin was a whirlwind of ice and anger. Anyone who spoke to him while he made his way to Chanyeol's torture room was quickly shut down with a harsh comment or a very sharp ' off before I sink my knife into you.' He was in no mood for anyone other than the object of his anger.

entering the room, he found the ever so odd Chanyeol and the said object of anger with a bag over his head. His dark eyes flashed to Chanyeol, not an ounce of amusement or playfulness that the leader normally carried. "I have no patience for niceties today." He said sharply, stopping just in front of the traitor. "I've already been informed on what this trash did, and yes Chanyeol," He looked up with a twisted sort of smirk lifting up on his thick lips, "I will be helping today."

He stepped closer to the rat and placed a hand on the top of the bag, bawling his fist up in the material and grabbing some hair with it too. "But first I want to look the er in the eyes." He chuckled darkly, pulling the bag off and some of the hair with it too. The man with tape over his mouth muffled a scream and looked up with huge eyes, and then Jongin felt like he was going to be ing sick. "Jaeho?" He spat in astonishment, clearly surprised to see his very own cousin sitting in the chair before him. "You stupid ." He all but growled, anger rising to the point he was seeing red in his vision.

@Jongin His eyes dart to the silent yet clear intrusion of an individual, and immediately the quiet murmuring of other negotiations going on outside are shut out once the door closes behind him. The tense way Jongin enters slightly rouses a tendril of unease at first, but he doesn't want to accidentally shoot a bullet through his confidant's head if Chanyeol is miscalculating, especially with his new victim sitting across from him. It's not unheard of for break ins to happen. But since it's only Jongin, Chanyeol beams from his seat.

"Oh, Jongin. What a delightful nod to tradition. I can't tell you how nostalgic it is to see the gang's leader demonstrate such a time honored attendance to witness such hard work ethic," he thoughtfully recites, reminiscing the days in which he'd tear hair out by the clumps, in return Jongin would curiously look on with slight mortification and a dash of amusement as he watched Chanyeol deliberately turn an enemy bald, nothing but crimson decorating his scalp by the time the specialist was over hours later. The torture room has deteriorated from what it was several years ago. Most of the ground is either cracked or scorched with dark charcoal littering the concrete floor and the soundproof walls surrounding them. At least the Jongin he knew from before is still here, standing in front of him.

Chanyeol doesn't want to be impolite, however, and offers a mere smile at his efforts to make the atmosphere comfortable. "Care to join and help? This one was sent in blindly," Chanyeol sighs, curtly patting the back of the captured fiend. "Apparently they leaked some information to the other nearby gangs, but unfortunately they were only able to get a hold of the old archives." Like other hidden trades, their side locations relocate frequently; it disappears and reappears at random, mostly because the source of their supplies and intel were of excellent quality, and known for their proficiency, it's no secret that EXO is well sought-after. They were lucky enough to have gotten by with just one person meddling in their inventories. "But that doesn't mean they're not capable of retrieving the latest ones, hm?"