Torture Dungeon

@II. Moon Jongup Minseok raised an eyebrow at the other's reaction to the hit. It seemed like he liked it, judging by the way he groaned and shuddered, so surely there wouldn't be a problem. If he liked being beat, Minseok would definitely indulge him. He had no problem beating others into submission, so he was positive he could take down this strange slave. "It is nice." he agreed, not liking how handsy the other was getting with him. He wasn't supposed to be the toy, the slave was, and he didn't appreciate being man handled, especially because the other was stronger than he'd expected. "I can beat you all you want if it makes you behave, but who says I care about your ? It doesn't have to be hard for me to you." The slave was here for /his/ pleasure anyways, was he not? Suddenly, the rich man found himself being pushed back into the chair with the other above him, and it made him feel... vulnerable, and out of control. He'd clearly lost the upper hand here, but he wasn't about to submit just yet. "Don't. ing. Call. Me. Cute." he hissed, glaring daggers at the slave and biting back a moan as his hair was pulled. It felt good, but the slave didn't need to know that. "Let go of me." he elbowed the other in the stomach, trying to take back the control that had been slipping from his grasp.

@♝ Xiumin Jongup could see the effect of his words on the other. Somebody didn't appreciate being called 'cute', huh? His lips twitched into a smirk, that's a nice little fact he'd be taking into account for future endeavors with the man. "Yeah, sure." He answered as casually as possible, showing how much little attention he was paying on the other's words. The sudden crop hitting against his made him release a loud grunt that turned into a soft moan as the pain shot throughout his body, making him shudder with pleasure. His hold on the man's wrist tightened even more as he released a deep laugh, "Mhm... That's nice." Jongup his lips, other hand climbing up to grip the man's hair roughly. "Better ing hit me harder if you want any reaction from my though." He pushed the man back down to his leather chair, looming on top of him as he tugged the other's hair to expose his neck. "You interest me. What's your name... cutie?" He totally threw in the last part just to be a little , he did ing enjoy the other's reaction to this certain compliment after all.

@II. Moon Jongup "No, you really don't, but I'm sure you're capable of it." Minseok was caught off guard by the man's sudden sweet expression, even more shocked when he found his wrist in a harsh grip. He found himself a little lost for words for a moment, but he was not about to back down, especially after the other called him a cutie. Now /that/ pissed him off. He hated that word being applied to him. It made him self-conscious because out of the two twins, he did have the cuter face. Due to the starvation and weight loss the two had subjected themselves to in the past, their faces weren't exactly identical, nor were their bodies. Jiyong had remained skinny, whereas Minseok struggled more with his self-image and had worked hard to put on muscle and transform himself into a y, ripped daddy. People often assumed that Minseok was sweeter and had a cute personality due to his face, but they were mistaken, and it irritated the man to no end, which was why the rich found himself rearing his hand back before bringing the riding crop down hard on the slave's , resulting in a loud smacking sound.

@♝ Xiumin Oh this ing laughable. Him? A pet? Jongup chuckled softly, eyes twinkling in delight as he walked closer to his client. How amusing. "Do I look like someone who'd kneel for you?" His lips formed a sweet smile before he proceed to grab the other's hand that was holding the crop, in a tight grip and he pressed it against his thigh. Taunting his client to continue. "Do it. Hit me. But I ain't gonna be your pet, cutie." Not sure if that was allowed but who cares? Definitely not Jongup. His hands started to roam down his client's body, settling on the other's hips so he can slot himself perfectly against the man. He stayed still, his lips in anticipation as he let the other decide if he would actually hit him with the crop. There's certainly gonna be some consequences if he did though. Some of which may not guarantee his client's safety.

@II. Moon Jongup At last, the requested slave arrived, and Minseok looked up at him from his seat, eyeing him up and down. Perhaps he should've been more specific with his order. He had expected some small, little cutie, maybe even one of the beautiful Japanese men he'd heard mention of, but definitely not this irritated looking Korean man. The man had such sharp, fierce eyes and a handsome face, and Minseok wasn't even sure if this man subbed, but he was determined to find out. Ignorantly, he'd assumed every slave in the castle was meek and submissive, but clearly, he was mistaken. Either way, it was sure to be an interesting first experience. "I did." he finally spoke, standing up. "You're not exactly what I was expecting, but you're nice to look at, and I'm sure you'll make a fine pet." he stepped closer to the male and ran the riding crop along his thigh. "I'm your master for the night, and you will do as I say, or else you'll be punished." He smirked, wondering how this man would handle his cruel punishments. "Now kneel."

@♝ Xiumin ( it's okay! <3 )

Jongup sighed deeply as he made his way towards the dungeon, wearing his usual white button-up polo and black skinny slacks that just cups him in the right ways, showing his assets properly. He was advised to dress up after all since finally, after days and days of being confined in this stupid house-- he's getting his first 'client'. Or guest. Whatever they are supposed to be called. Honestly, he's not really sure what he's expected to do as a 'slave'. Is he supposed to serve them? Cater to their needs and whims? God. He doesn't really give a so either way he'd be doing what he wants instead. He released another sigh just as he stepped inside the room, eyes roaming the place before landing on the only other person present. "So, you asked for a slave? Here I am." his head to the side, raising an eyebrow as he stared at the other person up then down. At least his client is definitely an eye candy.

@II. Moon Jongup One would not be able to tell by looking at him that Minseok was excited due to the look of utter boredom and impatience on his handsome face. The man was sitting in a posh leather chair in the corner of the room, dressed in a black vest beneath a grey pinstriped suit. His hair was combed back and styled to perfection; all in all, he looked exactly like the high class, rich er he was. In his hands, he held a leather riding crop, his favorite one out of his vast collection. Shifting impatiently, the male glanced at the door, practically squirming in anticipation on the inside, but he remained cool and collected on the outside, maintaining his stern countenance as he waited. He was a new guest to the castle, and he couldn't wait to try out one of their toys. He had sent for a slave, eager to begin his new collection of pets, but the wait was killing him. He was dying to sink his into some cute little 's after making them beg for it.

(Sorry it's short ^^;;;)

@III. Pantra Misha was devastated. His eyes were red and swollen, his skin pale and long, dark lashes webbed with salty tears. His small figure looked completely lost in the large, dark and slightly pungent dungeon. He was sitting on a wooden chair, his long, curly silver hair falling over his petite shoulders in rushing waves. Maxim, his cute little baby turtle had died. More specifically, he couldn't find him. Misha had searched the whole castle in search of Maxim, but alas he could not be found. Clearly, someone had kidnapped his baby turtle! Coerced it into leaving him and probably brutally slaughtered the poor thing. A lone tear trickled onto his flushed cheeks. His plush red lips quivered pathetically. He sniffled and hastily rubbed away the tear with the tip of his lace sleeve.

Looking to lift his spirits, he had requested for a rank 3 slave, any one of them. It didn't matter. Mishka was sad and needed some flesh to carve bloody, pained screams to make his ears ring. That always made him feel better. It put things into perspective for him. His father had taunt him this, to imagine all those who suffer so much more. Misha had a bad sense of imagination, so he preferred to have the real thing right in front of him and his father hadn't minded. As long as Mikhail I. Vasiliev became a good businessman and kept the money flowing, a few dark hobbies here and there wouldn't matter.