Hotel

@♛ Zheng Yibin Joohyun tilted her head to the side as she looked over him. He did resemble his father, but not enough to make this more awkward than it was. She couldn't help but chuckle at teh fact his own father sent him to his sugar baby, exposing his secret to his son. Or, maybe bringing them both a gift as she could tell he was trying to find a suitable place on her to look at to be polite. "Joohyun, or whatever you want to call me," She smiled at him. "And you can look wherever you want, I am not a disease or is there something you don't like or I can cover up if you're uncomfortable?" Joohyun tilted her head to the side

"But yes, it is very nice to meet you, Yibin," She moved to grab the ivory robe, tieing around herself to cover herself up a little bit to settle the panic that was screaming out of his eyes. Of course, it did cover up everything as here cleavage still was exposed. "If that is what you want to do, Yibin. You're such a baby," She commented, raising a manicured nail motioning to come in further than he was. "I am here to make you happy and in return, you spoil me with whatever you like - whether it is money, gifts, or anything you'd make me happy. Your father will probably do that part - but I don't understand why he'd send you," Joohyun picked up her flute of champagne, holding out the other one to him. Knowing he was probably the type to explain things, she raised up a finger. "I wasn't asking to know the answer why you came either," She sipped on the glass. "I am not always here for money, but yes most of the time my gift was money. But you don't offer up at the beginning, you should at least get something out of it beforehand," She nodded. "Anyway, to be short, we can do anything you want. I am here for you," Joohyun told him.

@♗ Bae Joohyun Ah. This was definitely the situation he was playing out in his head. Unfortunately. He’d lost a little bit of respect for his father, and he’d been introduced to a more upsetting secret. But then, not everything could be perfect, even in a privileged life. When the woman approached him, he wasn’t sure where to look. Where was it polite to? It was very clear his father had come for one thing, given the fact that she had barely anything on her body. He settled on locking eyes with her, though his gaze was constantly wandering. He couldn’t be blamed, Yibin was still quite disturbed that his father had sent him to see what- a e? A sugar baby? He was assuming the later. The nervous young man straightened up, cleared his throat, and clasped his hands in front of him with an audible clap and an awkward smile. “Yes, well, I’m here in my father’s place. I’m Yibin, Zheng Yibin, it’s… lovely, to meet you.”

Again, there was a small panic over where on earth his eyes were supposed to go. What was the deal here? Was she expecting him to sleep with her, pay her and be done with it? She was sleeping with his father! It felt all kinds of wrong, pretty as she was. “So… what- I mean. Would you like to eat first? And - I assume you’re here for money? I can give you money.”

@♛ Zheng Yibin Joohyun had arrived at the hotel a few hours ago to get prepared and prepare the room. She was glad that this daddy always had the hotel room prepared in advance to let. She laid her jacket over teh back of the chair in the room as she set down her bag. She zipped down the dress she wore to work, stepping out of it as she kicked it off her heels. "God, I have I missed this," Jooyun dropped her bra and on the bathroom floor as she pulled her hair up into a tight bun. She lowered down in the bath as she leaned back against the tub, kicking some water up. She took a quick bath to make herself presentable. She pulled out the hairpin holding up her hair as she gently shook it around, before walking around the hotel room and pulling on a light baby blue lingerie.

She picked up her other clothes stuffing them in her bag as she placed it in the closet in the hotel room as she pulled the room service cart to the bed as she poured two glasses of champagne. Setting up the strawberries and cake, before nestling herself in the middle of the laying on her side, gazing at her phone. She crossed her ivory heels over each other finally hearing the door open. Joohyun set down her phone on the hotel bed as she didn't recognize the voice speaking to her, this was not the Zheng she usually played with. "I'm over here," Joohyun stepped down on the carpet of the hotel room as she sauntered over to him. Crossing her arms over her barely covered s, she crossed one leg over the other. "You're a little younger than I remember?" Joohyun softly chuckled, looking him over.

@♗ Bae Joohyun Yibin sighed to himself as he faced the hotel. While he was lucky to have such a healthy relationship with his parents, it was somewhat exhausting when his father requested he attend meetings in his place. What was strange though - the meeting was at a hotel. Was it for confidentiality’s sake? Or was there something else going on there? Nonetheless, he let out another breath, telling himself to keep a cool head. He’d done things like this before, hopefully the meeting would be quick and easy, over and done with before there was too much hassle. Yibin would be meeting a woman, probably not much older than himself. When his father had first sent him the details of the ‘meeting’ Yibin couldn’t believe it. His parents had always seemed so close, so enamoured with one another- he couldn’t picture his father slipping away to a hotel to meet with a younger woman in exchange for money. Maybe it wasn’t like that. Maybe he was looking too much into it. She might’ve just been a charity case, the fact that they’d met privately for god knows how long didn’t mean his old man was cheating on his mother. After exchanging a few words with the receptionist, he was given a key card for the room, chose to take the stairs until he arrived, where he looked around carefully. “Hello? I’m here for our… meeting.”

[TW: torture etc]

@♛ Lee Kiseop @♗ Chisa The way he relaxed after she finished for now, combined with the thankful smile from the boy after she finished caused her to furrow her brow slightly, both confused and slightly disgusted by the implications of it. It was definitely more than a little unsettling to her and so she sneered slightly, shaking her head and taking a few steps away, wiping her hands and the pliers on a piece of tissue that she kept in her pocket, trying to make sure everything was clean before slipping it back into one of her jacket pockets and turning her attention back to what was going on and chuckling slightly as she saw them poking at the fresh holes in the boys gums, the boys hands feebly at his chest. “Not even bothering to try to defend yourself… You’re not enjoying this are you?” she hummed and chuckled shaking her hand before turning her attention to Kiseop as the boy was unceremoniously dumped on the bed again and the question was raised about how to get the hooker out of the room and Tenko furrowed her brow, realizing how unprepared they’d been.
“ man he pissed himself!” she half shouted in disgust, glaring at the boy and the sight of the dampened sheets beneath him. She couldn’t tell if it was from the pain he was in combined with the shock of the slap Kiseop had given him, or whether it was from fear of everyone in the room, after all it was pretty obvious that nobody in the room was on his side or was going to take pity on him. Anyone would be able to tell that they were all determined in their plans of revenge and justice.
She frowned, looking over her nails, getting annoyed at how long tormenting the kid was taking. She’d stopped pulling teeth so they could take him elsewhere and she was beginning to get bored of waiting for the others to get their act together and get the boy to agree to not make a scene so that way they could leave the hotel room, the boy was already terrified enough and he hadn’t bothered fighting back so far, she doubted he’d have the energy to try to get away.
Despite her impatience, Kiseop’s threats to the man impressed Tenko. She knew that she at trying to intimidate people, heck anyone of her stature would have a hard time making people feel as though she was a threat from stance and words alone. She’d tried it before, and everyone just laughed it off, so Kiseop ability to terrify the way he did was something that she was definitely jealous of. She couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, and shake her head, part of her hoping the boy did up somehow just so she could shatter every single tooth in his mouth. She didn’t expect him to cause any trouble there, poor little was obviously terrified and more than a little traumatized.
“Walking out? As in through the hotel with his face like that? Someone is bound to notice unless you’re willing to pay off half of the staff here.” she grumbled at the seeming idiocy of the plan. “Where the we planning on taking him anyway? Is it far?” she question, getting a little dubious as to what the makeshift plans were and the feasibility of them.

@♛ Tentenko [] consider chisa's post my post too

@♛ Tentenko [TW torture]

The pain was mind-numbing. Every time the pliers twisted and ripped at his tooth he felt like his heart was about to stop. His eyes hurt from crying, the hot tears leaving salty tracks on his cheeks as they trickled down his cheeks and temples. He sniffled, soft, ragged sobs filling thhe room as the child worked. He was so tense he was shaking uncontrollably. If not for the iron grip on his head, the girl would have had a lot more trouble. "A-ah!" It was a small, brief, whimpered shriek, escaping him when the second tooth was ripped from its socket. Second one done, he told himself. It was over now, right? No more, right? Chisa's wet gaze settled on the girl. 'Hmmm, good ...' Chisa visibly relaxed, no, he even managed a thankful smile. He felt-- grateful, happy even. Chisa let out a relieved sniffle. Jaejoong had trained him well. He was the perfect victim: quick to submit, grateful for any mercy, and raised to believe he'd be granted leniency if he was obedient enough. Call it naivety, call it stupidity or denial, but Chisa was hanging on with the thought that if he just did as told and survived, they would let him go. Going to a different place so no one would hear his screams? That was good. It meant they weren't going to kill him- not yet, at least. He just had to survive and he would be okay. He'd be okay. Chisa groaned as the girl got off his body and took in several deep breaths. "Get up, .", one of thhe men laughed, pulling him to an awkward kneeling position by his hair. Another hand grabbed him by his jaw and Chisa immediately let out a pained scream. "A-aah- ah-", he was sobbing as they pulled the knob out of his mouth and instead reached into his mouth, inspecting the two gaping holes, prodding them as they laughed. Reaching up and shoving their hands away, or at least closing his mouth, it would have been easy, but he didn't. Just suffer through it and you'll be okay. Resisting will only make it worse- and it can always get worse. That's what Jaejoong had taught him and Chisa was one of his best students. Chisa did raise his hands, trembling, but they just awkwardly floated at chest level. Thankfully, it didn't take long for the man to get bored and Chisa was dropped back onto the bed, where he curled up immediately, blood trickling out the corner of his lips and onto the sheets. "How are we going to get him out of here?", one of the guys asked, "I didn't bring any bag or anything. I thought we'd just be killing him here." Kiseop pressed his lips into a thin line as he thought, scanning the room for things they could use until he finally looked at the curled up, quivering figure on the bed. The window to the fire escape was right there. He probably wouldn't get far, but he could just get up and make a run for it- but he didn't. The stupid just lay there waiting for them to make their decision while he nursed his wounds. Pathetic. Pathetic- but convenient. Kiseop went over to the figure and pulled it's head back so he could see his ugly, beaten face. "Hey." Kiseop lightly tapped his jaw on the side his teeth had been pulled. Chisa flinched and let out a drawn out, fearful sob, his eyes closed as if not looking would make Kiseop go away. "Hey." A light slap this time that made Chisa shriek. "Eyes open. Look at me, ." Chisa looked at him. "Do you want to live?" Chisa quickly nodded. Kiseop gave him a hard slap and Chisa's eyes almost rolled back, almost. He'd peed himself, but Kiseop had yet to notice. "Say it out loud. Use your voice, you stupid ." This was fun. Kiseop was enjoying this. "A-ahh- yes- yes- I want to live!", Chisa sobbed, struggling a little to form words. "Good. Now remember-", Kiseop was trying to sound calm, but the more he looked down at the bloodied pig the angrier he became. "You're ing nothing.", he snarled, "I could crush you like a bug right now." Once again, he spat in their face and then pulled them up close. "You got that?", he growled. The urge to bash the ugly pig's head in was strong. He imagined his sister looked at her assailants like this. So scared, so alone, and his blood boiled. He wanted to see this 's brains spill over the floor- but he held back. Chisa was whimpering fearfully, his gaze locked onto the man's in case he got mad at him for looking away. He was so scared. "Yes- yes! I- I'm a bug, I'm nothing-!", Chisa, ever the good student, pressed out pitifully. Pride? pride. Chisa had no pride. He'd lost that a long time ago. Kiseop laughed at the 's eagerness to demean themselves and walked into the centre of the room, dragging a stumbling Chisa along. "We're walking out.", he announced and then pulled the closer threateningly. "And you, are not going to scream, or run, or do ing anything. Because if you do-", he pointed at the small woman, "my friend here is going to rip out all your teeth one by one, slowly, and each time you pass out we're going to wake you up again- so you feel every single ing thing. --You got that?" Chisa was quick to nod.

@♛ Lee Kiseop @♗ Chisa [TW: torture]

The boy was managing to stay mostly quiet, and Tentenko was impressed. She hadn’t expected him to manage her challenge and the fact that only his heavy breathing and a few involuntary whimpers and sobs escaped him showed a certain sense of determination from him. Then she noticed he’d passed out and a frown spread across her face. “Disappointing…” she hummed to herself, keeping going and smiling as he woke up again, still keeping quiet and staring at seemingly nothing. It wasn’t long before the tooth was free from his mouth and Tentenko checked it over, happy to see all of the roots were intact. “Hmmm, good …” she mumbled before turning her attention to Kiseop, pouting slightly as he mentioned they should go elsewhere, someone more private that nobody would hear any screams. “Maybe next time we should start somewhere else, but yeah, let’s go.” she nodded in agreement, digging her knee into the boys chest more as she climbed off from him to stand up, grabbing a bag from her pockets and slipping the teeth into it, her eyes watching the boy just to see if there’d be a new reaction from him.

@♛ Tentenko Finally. Finally! The was starting to get that look he wanted. His lips stretched into a sneer, vessel bulging on his forearm as he fought to keep the cross-dresser's head as still as possible. He couldn't stop staring at how tormented they looked, how afraid. He wasn't gay, but the sight was making him hard. It was the adrenaline. And they kind of looked a bit like a girl anyway. To his surprise, the male was actually being quiet. How obedient. That's probably how his sister was: scared into obedience, even though it meant certain death. Anger flared up in him once again and he looked at the girl, interrupting her musing. "We'll get caught here. He won't be able to stay quiet forever. Let's get out of here. I have a place where we can go. ...Nice and quiet, lots of privacy." Kiseop grinned at the small woman. He hadn't planned on bothering with all this. They were just going to beat the to death and call it a good day's work, but this was fun. He wanted to see all the things the small woman could do before they killed this one. Maybe because it was a e it really wasn't fighting back much. Why? At least if it fought it might have a small chance of surviving. Why hadn't his sister fought more? Those ing Eastys had hurt her so badly she couldn't. And this , this piece of trash was going to pay for it- along with all who followed him.

@♛ Tentenko [TW: Torture]

Chisa couldn't think. He'd never felt so much pain before, but he knew there was room to the top. These- these crazy people were just casually joking about ripping out all of his teeth, about skinning him. Their grip on him was iron. He felt like a trapped hamster or something, a squirrel ed up kids slowly tortured to death while laughing gleefully. It was sinking in that these people didn't see him as human. He was just an animal to them. No, even less than that. They probably wouldn't do this to a dog. What Chisa felt now was much more than just fear for his life. Was he really worth so little? Their jokes and laughter echoed in his ears like the whispers of demons, convincing him that he was worth nothing. He was just a piece of meat to be used or torn apart. His screams, his pain tugged at no one's heart strings. Well, he'd known that already, but this- this was too much. Chisa's teary, red gaze met the gleeful child's. She announced she was actually going to rip out two more teeth and he burst into a fresh round of the sobs. She immediately went with the pliars back in his mouth and one of the guys forced his head a bit to the side so the girl had better access. Just the touch, the pressure of those metal clamps on his broken tooth made him want to scream but he forced it down. He was going to play the game. If he didn't they really would rip out all of them. Chisa was breathing rapidly, which was hard given that the girl was sitting on his chest, streams of tears wetting the sheets beneeth him. She was pulling at the root of his tooth and Chisa started to sweat, eyes pressed shut, hands clenched into fists. Safe for a few lost whimpers and soft sobs he managed to stay quite, until the metal was digging into his gums as she tried to grab his roots from a good angle and then ripped it right out. Well, technically, he was still quiet. He passed out. Unfortunately, not for long. The girl had picked her next tooth and he was awake again. He let out one terrified sob befoore quieting down again. His eyes were ripped open, staring at a random spot at the wall as she worked on this tooth, musing something. Chisa couldn't hear her. He looked almost as traumatised as he felt. He was crying again, doing his best to keep quiet so he didn't have to go through this anymore.

@♛ Lee Kiseop @♗ Chisa [TW: Torture]

“Hmm understandable.” Tenko chuckled slightly, frowning as the boy started screaming again, this time as the handle was forced into his mouth to keep it open another chuckle escaping her as the boys attempts to fight were quickly stopped. “All of them? I’m sure his clients would appreciate that, no risk of biting them.” she smirked as she spoke, then as she pulled the parts of the tooth out she was a little too focused on it, a frown coming across her face as the tooth had snapped, his scream barely even registering with her until she heard Kiseop and she looked to him and grinned. “Well I wasn’t going to stop anyway. Oh, what skin do you want? I hear thighs are painful, and chest…” she chuckled slightly, shaking her head and looking back to the boy. “The more you move, the more you’ll hurt yourself… and how about a game? I’m going to get the rest of this tooth out, and another one. If you can keep quiet, I might not pull out anymore, Hmm?” she offered, not even waiting for any sort of response before going back in to get the broken pieces of the tooth, finding a few parts easy to remove while the root took a lot more pulling as she paused to adjust the angle of the pliers to rip it from his gum and jawbone before choosing another tooth and gripping onto it, wiggling the tooth to try to gauge how much force it would take before beginning the process of pulling it out again. “You’ve managed to keep them looking nice, quite amazing really considering how much you’ve had in this mouth, hmmm…” she mused out loud as she spoke. From what she could see, his teeth were much nicer than most of the bodies she’d examined before, and that was something she was curious about.

@♛ Tentenko [TW: idk... torture?]

Kiseop smirked at the girl's remark, grip still firm on the male's throat. "That's about as much exchange of bodily fluids I'm willing to tolerate", he joked and moved back to give her some room. He stopped squeezing the e's neck and instead reached into focused on forcing the handle into his mouth. He looked at the girl, well, woman, with a pleased smile. Kiseop had to admit he wasn't very creative when it came to his punishments. He would just beat people till they couldn't move anymore- Tentenko, now she went for straight torture. He sneered at her joke. "What do you think? Should we do him a favour and pull all of them?" Kiseop eyed the cross-dresser as he spoke, eager too soke up his fear. The had been far too easy to push around so far, far too unresponsive to his taunts. He still wasn't getting the reactions he wanted. He didn't see any emotional pain in his eyes. He wanted him to /hurt/, really hurt, not just physically. He wanted them to suffer the way he had, the way he did whenever he imagined how scared, how terrified his sister must have been. He wasn't going to let the die before he saw him suffer. Kiseop and his friend both grabbed the cross-dresser, one the arms, the other his head. Finally, the seemed screamed and Kiseop let out a pleased cackle. His screams were music to his ears, each plea, each tear. That's right. Suffer, . The pliers came loose along with a piece of his teeth but it wasn't enough. "Rip it out completely. And then take another while you're at it.", he grinned. His screams had given him ideas. "If we're taking teeth as trophies, why not take some skin too."

@♛ Tentenko Chisa did not resist being pulled up and moved to the bed. Heck, it was more comfortable, but the tight grip on his throat had him gasping like a fish on land. So far he hadn't really properly resisted, or even screamed much aside the odd cry of pain or whimper. When one of the men dug their fingers painfully into his cheeks and spat in his mouth, Chisa just whimpered faintly and tried to ignore the feeling off his slimy saliva trickling down his tongue. He was, even though he hated to admit it, growing increasingly scared. These weren't just thugs, they wanted to hurt him. Really, properly hurt him. A few tears trickled down the sides off his bruised face. He hadn't even done anything wrong. He'd just showed up to do a job. Why were they doing this? The man squishing his cheeks together was radiating pure hate and then there was this psychotic elementary school kid and the guy who'd broken his nose and- why, why? He didn't do anything to them. Chisa was scared and let out a first scream of protest when they wrestled the metal knob into his mouth. His hands came up to hit the child, claw at them, push them off as he tossed and turned, but far too quickly one man had his hands pinned down and another was gripping his head so tightly he couldn't move. Chisa saw the pliars through his tears and let out another distressed scream. "Eaa- eaa- uuh-!!" The closer the pliars got, the louder he screamed and sobbed, begging through his make-shift gag for them to please stop. He felt the metal clamp down on his teeth and then the child began to pull. The more she pulled, the more it hurt and an ear-piercing scream erupted from Chisa's lungs. The tooth did not come out easily. It cracked and broke and Chisa, while not unconscious, was left crying and shaking, some blood pooling in his mouth where the tooth had severly fractured.

@♛ Lee Kiseop @♗ Chisa [TW: teeth, violence, slurs]

"Of course I'm here, I'd have been here sooner if work hadn't been such ." she sighed, shaking her head slightly. Then as the man agreed to let her pull out the hookers teeth she couldn't help but grin, reaching into her coat pocket for the multitool she'd kept in there for a few weeks, flipping it to the pliers tool and grinning slightly. "The bed will be fine." she hummed, checking around the room for something that was big enough to keep the es mouth open and chuckling, going to one of the drawers and pulling the spherical handle off from it, turning to watch as Kiseop spat in his mouth and she cocked an eyebrow, chuckling slightly. "That's pretty tame, isn't it?" she chuckled moving back towards the two and chuckling, shoving the handle into the mouth. "Don't bite too hard or you'll shatter your other teeth, then again that might make s more interesting for you, you queer !" she chuckled. "Hold him still for me? Don't want to slip and end it quickly do we now?" she chuckled and crawled onto the bed, her knee on the chest with all of her weight pressed onto it as her fingers pulled his lips back to reveal the teeth at the back of his mouth. They would be harder to get but from what she could tell they would be a lot more painful, and so she reached in with the pliers, choosing a tooth and beginning to pull, twisting it and grinning as she did so and pulling as harshly as she could, waiting for the snap that would come when the tooth either broke or came out from the socket.

@♛ Tentenko [TW: violence, abusive language]

"You're here?" Kiseop turned to the small but blood-thirsty girl with a smile, briefly giving the curled up rat on the ground a break. Not like it was going anywhere anyway. He was starting to like Tentenko. She understood that all the people on the other side of the tracks were dangerous parasites that deserved absolutely nothing. He let out a laugh at her question. "Of course- I love your ideas." He grinned down at the male and grabbed him by his throat, squeezing tightly as he pulled him up. "Where do you want him?" Kiseop pulled him to the bed, his free hand digging into his cheeks until his jaw was forced apart. "We need something to keep the 's mouth open.", he grumbled as he glared down at the cross-dresser. The sight of him sent a thrill through his veins. So weak. So pathetic. He really was like a filthy worm, a bug, so easy to step on and crush. "You're going to regret every coming here, ", Kiseop growled with a sadistic grin. He gathered saliva in his mouth and spat in the male's forcefully parted lips. "You like that, don't you? ing . I saw how you looked at me in the elevator- ing disgusting. Bugs like you are lucky if I don't rip your limbs off, you don't get to look at me." Kiseop wanted to slam the boy's head against the headboard but with how riled up he was, that might kill him and they were going to take their sweet time with him.

@♛ Tentenko Chisa could swear he normally wasn't this naive, or this slow to pick up on dangers. If the man in the elevator had been any uglier he would have smelled his hostility a mile away and yet... when the door opened and a professional smile started to blossom on his face, the shove from behind caught him completely off guard. With a short outcry he lost balance and came crashing down to the floor, just baraly managing to avoid his head on the corner of the wall. Chisa turned to stare, mostly in surprise, at who had shoved him. It was the man from the elevator. 'ing .' Chisa felt his stomach turn. They were looking at him like he was a cockroach. His cheeks flushed in humiliation, but the situation was too sudden to feel fear. Chisa grabbed his duffel bag and hugged it to his front, curling up just in time to get kicked in the stomach. The kick knocked the air out of him and he lay there, wheezing, coughing, tears springing into his eyes. . , he was going to die here. Another kick and a dull seering pain shot through his body. He was feeling fear now. He was crying, gasping, trembling as a hand reached into his hair and yanked him up. Chisa unvoluntarily followed, pulled up from the floor. Still clutching his bag to his chest he went slack for a moment as the fist connected with his face. There was a faint crack of his nose breaking. Everything was going too fast. Another punch. Even more pain. Chisa cried out in pain, in fear when he saw another punch coming through teary eyes, then again, louder this time, when he was rammed into the wall. Otherwise, he didn't speak or fight back. Chisa was waiting, trying to keep his wits about him as pain blossomed in more and more parts of his body. His face was probably unrecognisable now, broken, bleeding and swollen, bruised and battered. Chisa was dizzy and disoriented, snivelling as he feebly tried to protect from incoming blows, but he hadn't given up. This was not the first beating he had taken and it wouldn't be the last. These spoiled psychos had no idea. One of them would have probably been screaming for forgiveness by now.

Chisa had heard of some Westys taking out Eastys that crossed over, but Chisa had just assumed it applied to dangerous gang members... not people like himself. Pathetic. He heard another person come in, but he couldn't see them. What, three on one? Pathetic. Chisa would rather die than get killed by these psychos- yes, a statement that made little sense, but he meant it. Of course, he didn't plan on saying any of this out loud. The newcomer spoke and Chisa was surprised to note that it was a girl. A..... very small girl. There were primary school kids in on this? What the ? Another kick to the stomach and Chisa let out a pained cry. He'd been dropped on the floor again, long hair splayed out around his bloody face, his chest heaving as he drew in each laboured breath. The adrenaline had him shaking. The girl's remarks were pissing him off more than the guys' were, perhaps because Chisa knew if this was any other situation he could easily beat her up. . A shudder ran down his spine. 'Bleeds nice? Really?' How had he managed to run into so many psychos at once. . ! Chisa was doing his best not to freak out, even when the girl spoke about taking out his teeth. Freaking out wasn't going to do him any favours. He was fine. This was fine. They were the pathetic bastards, ganging up on him like this.

@♛ Lee Kiseop @♗ Chisa Tentenko had been told about someone from the east side that had frequently come to the hotel, and of course she’d been interested in helping to deal with them, granted her work had managed to get in the way as usual. The bodies she’d had to autopsy were ones that had taken considerably longer than usual, even though the poor bastard had clearly been stabbed.
As soon as she’d done with the dead she’d cleaned up and ran out of the door as quick as possible, but upon arriving at the hotel room and seeing the she couldn’t help but scrunch her face up in distaste. “Jesus you’d think someone that had the nerve to come here would at least try to look expensive, not like this… well, trash.” she frowned, shaking her head and sighing slightly. “Bleeds nice though.” a chuckle escaped from her, an unfamiliar sound and feeling as she looked around the room, quickly going to check the door and deadbolting it. “If we’re drawing it out can I take his teeth out?”

@♗ Chisa [TW: violence]

@♗ Chisa [TW: abusive language]

Kiseop had gotten a tip from a friend that a from the East had been coming to a fancy hotel in the West lately. Kiseop had no sympathy for es. It didn't matter to him that they might not be doing it voluntarily, that they might be victims like his sister was. If you were from the East and dared cross over into 'his territory', you were dead. It had been pretty easy, of course, to make the come back. After finding the pimp a friend had put in a request. He was waiting in the room upstairs right now. Room 403. Kiseop was at the elevator. He wasn't going to follow the into the room and together, he and his body would kill her. Except it wasn't a her. He could smell the 's cheap perfume while they waited for the door to open. They made eye contact in the elevator, briefly, and Kiseop smirked at what was obviously a boy. ing . He was itching to grab the now and slam his face into the wall till his skull burst open. His hands clenched into fists, knuckles white. ing . Every second he had to smell his disgusting perfume, look at him in his skirt and heels, the angrier Kiseop got. People from the East were disgusting and this one was going to pay for trying to spread its diseases in the West. 'Ding'. The elevator opened and the walked out. Kiseop waited a moment and then followed. They were at the door to room 403, waiting for it to open. He heard a 'click' and ran forward. The door opened and Kiseop, a neck around the back of the 's neck, pushed him into the room. It was almost too easy. One shove and the digusting worm was writhing on the floor. "ing .", he sneered. "Can you believe it? It's a ing boy." His friend's eyes widened in surprise. "! It is!" He laughed out loud and Kiseop kicked the fallen hard in the stomach. "I was going to make it quick for you , but not anymore. We're going to beat you to death, you hear me?" Kiseop's voice grew louder and withh a satisfied groan he kicked the fallen male once more. His friend grinned and reached down, grabbing the by his long hair and pulled him up until he was on his knees. One hand gripping his hair, with the other he punched the pretty male in the face. Immediately, blood burst from his nose. Another punch. Another. Then he shoved rammed the e face first into the wall. He didn't care that the walls were getting dirty. No one was going to care about a from the East part of town. Kiseop joined in again, kicking the bleeding figure as he laughed. He felt no remorse. No, with each kick, with each punch he felt a little more vindicated. He felt righteous, justified, punishing this for not saving his sister. The male probably had nothing to do with it, but it didn't matter. The reason his sister was dead was because rats like him existed at all. "That's what you get for not staying in your .", he sneered.

@♛ Lee Kiseop Chisa always felt bittersweet about coming to the West side. He'd been at the hotel a few times already but it never stopped feeling weird. He did try to fit in, to feel like he fit in, but anyone with eyes could tell he wasn't a guest. He was wearing stiletto heels and a short flared skirt with tights, and a baggy hoodie that covered a lace bralette. The hoodie, pulled deep into his forehead, cast a shadow over his face but still failed to hide his obvious adam's apple. As he walked through the lobby the cross-dresser felt like more and more eyes were turning to judge him with each step he took, with each 'click' of his heels. He wanted to walk faster, run to the elevator but he forced himself to hold his pace. Over his shoulder he carried a large worn gym bag, less than half full. After what felt like a century he finally got to the elevator and pressed the button to go up. 'Room 403', he thought to himself, recalling where his client was. There was a man standing next to him but Chisa did not turn to look. He kept his head down. The elevator doors opened with a 'ding' and he started to move forward and almost collid with the man who had started walking at the same time as him. "..." Chisa stepped back, let him pass and walked in after him. Right before turning to face the door and pressing the floor number he glanced up. Ooh, handsome. He let his gaze linger for a little longer than necessary and then turned to press the button with a small smile on his lips. Eye-candy was always nice.