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an ache burned within juhoon’s chest.
deep.
vibrant.
raw.
and if juhoon were being completely honest, he wasn’t sure if it was from the desire for sex or the undeniable urge to feed. was there really a difference when it came down to it? he should have been sated from hours ago and yet, his skin crawled and his hunger begged.
at least the cure to his pain was near if things truly came down to it.
he forced his eyes open, the darkness of the bedroom comforting.
the space had been an escape of solace for the past several months: a dark cherry wood dresser that was home to three different styles of clothing sat directly across from a plush california king-sized bed; underneath a large bay window was the much-used loveseat—red blanket draped over it, book opened face-down on an arm, a pair of headphones forgotten upon a cushion—all surrounded by a rich deep purple paint that coated the walls.
the room already held so many memories and so much love, curated in a short but meaningful amount of time.
juhoon looked to the bay window and momentarily watched as rain pattered against the glass. a gentle tap-tap-tapping that would have normally acted as a lullaby but now that he was attuned to the noise, only caused him to awaken further.
he was hyper-aware of the storm outside now: the distant roll of thunder that signaled the storm’s arrival; a cut of lightning momentarily lighting up the room before it was shrouded in darkness once again; but he was also focused on the two distinct breathing patterns that came from his respective lovers.
lying next to him was martin, back facing towards juhoon and body lightly curled towards the other side of the bed, towards the last of their trio, james.
juhoon shifted onto his side, and pressed closer to martin. the blankets had been pushed down to their waists and he could just make out the long arch of martin’s bare spine. the urge to press his lips along the notches was strong and before juhoon could stop himself he had dipped his head and was doing just that.
light, chaste kisses started from the middle of martin’s back and gradually moved further up until he had his nose buried within the side of his neck while he mouthed gently at a shoulder, sharp teeth scraping the sweet skin in anticipation.
“jju?” the nickname came out as a confused groan.
juhoon had immediatly brought a hand forward, grip strong on martin’s waist at the sudden movement. he could feel martin trying to turn towards him and softened his hold at the realization that he wasn’t pulling away.
“‘m here,” martin assured. he was facing juhoon fully now, eyes bleary with sleep, but attentive nonetheless. of the three of them, martin was always the best at knowing when juhoon or james needed something—quality time, a feeding, sex—the knowledge was always second nature somehow.
juhoon still remained non-verbal, instincts having taken control, and nosed at the new amount of skin on martin’s upper torso that he now had access to. even in the dark he could perfectly make out the beautiful porcelain figure of his lover.
“hey.” martin had brought a hand up to thread into juhoon’s hair, grip tight for a moment. “what do you need?” his voice was more awake now, alert.
“you.” juhoon responded simply, voice deep and husky with the remnants of sleep.
juhoon knew that martin could feel the hard arousal pressed against his hip now that their bodies had molded further together. it wasn’t like waking one another up because of carnal needs was foreign, but it still felt so much more intimate when it happened in the dead of night—when the world was fast asleep, quiet—and they could be left alone to their own devices.
it was only moments until juhoon was settled comfortably between martin’s thighs. his hand had found its way back to a hip, pulling and guiding a leg to wrap around his lower back before he sank easily into martin’s tight heat. “fuck.” juhoon choked out at the pressure. he had spat into his hand as a form of lubrication beforehand and quickly coated his length, but the saliva only worked about as well as one would imagine.
juhoon buried his face into martin’s neck as he did his best to keep from snapping his hips forward. they had just done this hours ago, and despite the addicting feel of the subtle constriction, juhoon refused to lose his self control until he knew that the other was completely ready and could take it.
the whimper that escaped into the quiet room felt loud and sent the equivalent of a lightning bolt straight through juhoon’s body—the sounds that would escape martin always had that effect—as if to assure the other that he could continue.
one of martin’s hands had found its way back to juhoon’s head, long fingers burying into the hair and gently digging into the scalp as a gasp followed the slow movement of their hips. juhoon had found a rhythm now, a soft rock of the hips until he was able to feel martin’s body giving away to taking more.
“please.” the words were barely audible, but the more juhoon moved, the more martin’s begging became apparent. “jju, please.”
“be quiet, sweetheart,” juhoon lightly scolded, “you don’t want to wake hyung, do you?”
there was a snort from right next to them, “did you really think i wouldn’t wake up the second i heard martin moan?”
james.
his voice was deep, a sexual hunger just underneath the surface.
juhoon chuckled in response, and lifted his head up so that he could see the oldest vampire. even after having just woken up, james looked like a model that had stepped off of a runway: chocolate brown strands of hair falling into piercing, midnight eyes; a jawline that could rival the sharpness of a blade; and hard, statue-esque features that only broke into actual emotion when he was around his lovers. he was so unbearably handsome.
the sight alone had juhoon losing his breath for a moment and as he pushed his hips forward against martin, he took the chance to lean over and press his lips to james’ own.
the kiss started gentle, lips met and moved together in a slow dance before it turned into something more fiery. james was the first to drop his mouth open, and his hands came up to smooth along juhoon’s shoulders and neck as their tongues met, searching for purchase. the heat and taste of the other’s mouth was addicting, a drug that neither would ever be able to quit.
a sharp keen caused both of them to break away from the kiss.
juhoon’s hips had continued their pace by pure instinct as he’d gotten lost within the heated kiss with james. he didn’t even realize just how deep he was until his hard length had hit that sweet spot within and caused martin’s body to jolt, back arched up off the bed.
“oh, darling,” james’ murmured, “we didn’t forget about you, i promise.” and moved further up the bed to be closer to martin.
it was always exceptionally apparent of where the dynamics fell within this relationship between the three of them: two older, seasoned vampires that would drop any and everything at the cry of their precious fledgling.
were the two vampires whipped for the youngest? absolutely. and they would gladly admit it.
juhoon focused back on the pattern of his hips, how his thrusts had picked up enough momentum to have both his and martin’s bodies moving up against the mattress. regardless of how many times they had sex, juhoon couldn’t get enough of the pure bliss that came with being connected to martin like this. of the way martin’s fingernails dug into his shoulders, gripped at toned muscle, and silently begged to go faster, harder.
“that’s it.” james’ words mixed in with the gasps and moans coming from the two of them. “you’re taking juhoonie so well.”
the sight of james smoothing back messy blonde locks from martin’s sweat-slicked forehead sent another wave of arousal through juhoon. he could see martin’s teary eyes locked with james’, the plead for a release that wasn’t even up to the oldest.
“please,” martin whined desperately. his spine curved again from another sharp thrust.
juhoon could feel his own release building. the sounds and sight of martin alone were enough to push him closer and closer to the edge. add james into the mix with his soft words and assurances towards martin, he was as good as being thrown from that ledge.
“i got you, baby,” juhoon groaned. he finally brought a hand between them to wrap around martin’s own dripping length, an easy slide and grip matching that with his thrusts.
martin found his release first, as juhoon knew he would.
juhoon usually went so long without ever touching him because he knew just how easy it could be to push martin to his limits. even more, martin enjoyed the edging. would occasionally beg both james and juhoon to ignore his own pleasure and just focus on their own. which, they were never exactly good at—martin was their baby—of course they were going to be far more attuned to his wants and needs.
with a deep groan, juhoon gave one last hard thrust as he met his own climax. his hips were pressed flush against martin’s and twitched forward with each hot rope of cum that spilled into him. and the soft whimpers of overstimulation from the youngest were mixed with hitched gasps for air, the aftermath a symphony of gentle, elated noise.
gradually, his hips slowed and juhoon couldn’t stop from pitching forward, falling heavily onto martin’s chest as the exertion spread throughout his limbs like liquid. he could feel the other’s release coating both of their stomachs but was too far gone in a post-orgasmic haze to even care about the mess.
it was james that finally brought him back from his dizzy stupor. a firm hold carefully pulling juhoon off of martin and settling him back onto the bed. juhoon closed his eyes just as lips pressed to his forehead and a hand brushed his hair back behind an ear.
despite both of them having a dominant presence between the three of them, juhoon had always relished the moments where james treated him in such a soft manner. it was nice, and it wasn’t like he was opposed to the treatment, but more that the two were still figuring out where they stood with one another outside of their commitments to martin.
juhoon dozed off now that the chaos within his mind and chest finally felt settled. the orgasm had left his head so drunkenly happy that he could have been zoned out for hours and he wouldn’t have even realized it.
when he did eventually focus back on his surroundings, perhaps twenty or thirty minutes later, the first thing he took in was martin seated atop james’ waist while the older lay on his back, broad shoulders propped up on a couple of pillows against the headboard. the blankets were bunched around them, blocking the view, but it wasn’t hard to guess what was taking place.
“there you go, sweet boy.” james’ voice was husky and rough with desire. “ride your hyung.”
martin’s chest rose and fell vigorously as he moved atop james, knees lifting his hips up and down, up and down while his face was a mixture of exhausted pleasure at being filled once again.
juhoon pulled at the blankets. he wanted to see.
long, lean legs were bent and on either side of james’ scupted body, flexing as they worked at keeping up a steady rhythm. martin’s sharp hip bones glistened in the moonlight, ribcage apparent with each stuttered inhalation of breath.
god, he’s so fucking beautiful. juhoon admired. both of them are.
james’ own legs were bent at the knees, feet flat against the bed as he gripped onto martin’s hips so that he could meet each pull down with a powerful thrust of his own. unlike juhoon, james was more ravenous during sex. his insatiable hunger always showed its face when he was in the midst of chasing down an orgasm.
juhoon swallowed hard as his eyes stopped at where their bodies were joined. he could see his own release from earlier, the viscous fluid aiding as the perfect lubrication to bring his lovers together. james’ thick cock disappeared with each thrust, a lewd squelching sound emitting as juhoon’s cum dripped out of martin’s body.
he knew that martin had to be tired. the fatigue was apparent in the way he sagged forward, hands pressed against james’ shoulders while shakey arms held up his lithe torso.
but juhoon also knew that saying anything about it was useless. his lovers would always continue until they were both fully sated regardless of how much their bodies demanded rest.
martin being the worst out of the three of them.
juhoon’s gaze trailed back up the line of martin’s body and stopped on his neck.
a different kind of hunger had started to stir beneath his skin; a phantom pain stinging at his upper gums; a pain that wouldn’t abide until his fangs were buried within sweet sweaty skin.
he didn’t even think as he pushed up onto his knees, and moved closer to the intimate pair. his hands came to rest on martin’s waist, soft fingertips settling just above the tight hold that james had.
martin gasped at the sudden touch, his head jerked to the side towards juhoon. “jju,” he sobbed, voice absolutely wrecked while tears pooled in the corners of his eyes.
“you can take it, sweetheart,” juhoon answered.
he leant forward to press lips against martin’s bare shoulder, a trail that led to the delicate fragility of his neck. and stopped as he reached the desired spot just within the crook. if he were to let his primal instincts have more control, juhoon would literally be salivating at the mere scent of the skin.
he waited until the right moment, until he was certain that martin was seconds from climax.
now.
juhoon bit down, hard.
his fangs pierced the skin, sinking in with ease. and he wasted no time as he gulped down mouthfuls of sweet, rich blood.
another vampire’s blood didn’t have the same compelling additives that fresh human or animal’s blood did, nor could it be a reliable alternative to sustain life, but when it was from a partner and specifically drank during intercourse the blood was equivalent to that of a narcotic—and a warm, dizzy stupor would fall over both participants.
the wail that escaped martin filled the bedroom: a sound mixed with deep pleasure and a high that would soon turn his body and mind into putty.
juhoon pulled back from martin’s neck after one last swallow. it was dangerous to take too much, as it left the other in a weakened state. outside of lovers, vampires typically only drank from one another in times of emergency.
“fuck.” james laughed out once a quiet had fallen. he was sat up on his elbows now, eyes locked on the rivulets of blood that trickled from the bite on martin’s neck.
juhoon leaned forward to lick up the drops, before he lazily crawled over to james and promptly shoved his tongue into the older’s mouth in a rough, wet kiss. martin’s blood coated both of their lips, and each of them licked after it like a man starved.
xx
“boss. we got something.”
the slap from the folder that was dropped onto the desk echoed out within the small room, a sad excuse for an office that was hardly bigger than a walk-in closet.
choi yeonjun’s sharp eyes flicked to the folder.
he’d been perched on the only chair within the space, a cigarette dangling between two fingers while the other hand raked through disheveled inky black hair to keep it from obstructing his vision.
the stress and annoyance that radiated off of him was a warning to anyone who stepped in, and his team knew to leave him be when he was in this sour mood. considering that he was being disturbed, it must be important.
a lead.
yeonjun sighed as he flipped the folder open. “who is this?” he grunted.
a black and white photo pinned to the file stared up at him. it looked to be a boy in his early 20’s, perhaps even younger, with a styled mess of short light-colored hair. his lips were curved up in a wide confident smile, teeth showing, while a sharp jawline led down to a slim neck and shoulders before the photo cut off.
martin edwards.
“why the fuck do i care about this?” yeonjun asked as his eyes scanned the file.
“the next page, sir.”
another file was behind it. one that was so familiar to yeonjun he could recite all of the information off of it word for word without even a glance.
park woojoo.
a different image was attached to this file, a school photo taken during senior year. this boy’s hair was also short, but chestnut brown and framed more to his face in a way that lacked individuality. his lips wore the smallest of smiles, one that was timid and unsure, as if afraid of being perceived.
yeonjun saw the resemblance before his partner, kai, was even able to say anything.
the eyes. the plush shape of lips. the cut of the jaw.
he quickly unclipped the photo and flipped back to the first file to place the pictures side by side.
“well i’ll be fucking damned.” yeonjun chuckled as he brought up his cigarette to take a deep inhale from.
“do you think he’s been turned?” kai asked, stepping closer to yeonjun to study the photos alongside him.
“definitely,” yeonjun answered without delay. he tapped on the photo of martin edwards. “there’s something different about his eyes here. i’ve seen it before, in others that have been turned.”
“could be contacts,” kai suggested.
“so, what? he just dropped his entire life in korea to fuck off to—,” yeonjun’s words paused as he glancd down the contents of the file, “—canada? doesn’t make sense.”
“it does if you consider who he might be with.”
yeonjun paused, dark eyes looking up to kai, “james.”
an impish smile pulled at kai’s lips, “bingo.”
the two vampire hunters had chased james zhao for years. from thailand to america, spain to russia. they’d lost him after that. until luck had brought him right to their doorstep in their own damn country. it had felt too good to be true: sightings of the vampire with a senior student of kangwon high.
yeonjun was so sure they had him.
until reports surfaced of the student as deceased months after the ceremony for the graduating class. an animal attack, it was labeled as. the body had been mauled so badly that yeonjun hadn’t even been able to decipher any notable details from the forensic photographs he’d stolen.
and with that, james had disappeared into the ether. out of their grasp, once again.
except this was the student that was supposed to be dead, mauled beyond recognition.
park woojoo, no, martin edwards. who was alive. years later, somehow.
“…he could be james’ little blood whore too.” yeonjun said as an afterthought.
james zhao wasn’t exactly notorious for turning humans, but he was known to have a pretty little thing to hang off of his shoulder typically. at least, when they were able to catch sight of him he almost always had someone.
“only one way to find out.”
yeonjun smiled as he brought down the butt of his cigarette to the top of the file, right next to the photo of martin edwards, and watched it burn a hole into the paper, “looks like we’re going to canada, kai.”
xx
“juhoon, you need to quit doing this so often.”
james’ voice was low, a sternness underlying the words as he brushed a thumb across the bite mark on martin’s neck. the wound was healed by now, only a couple of marks to show where it had been from a few mornings ago, but the side effects were most likely still present.
“what do you mean? he’s fine.” juhoon tried to reason.
martin sat happily on a kitchen counter, a mug of warm, thick lamb’s blood cupped in one hand as he gently swung his long legs against the cupboards beneath. he wore a black, distressed rock band long sleeve, collar so stretched out it fell from one shoulder and exposed a sharp, pale clavicle to the cool air. further down, a favorite pair of grey sweat pants covered his legs, large pockets on the knees.
the look james shot juhoon was sharp, unamused. “he has not even been turned for a full year yet, jju. it’s hard telling how long his body takes to bounce back. i’m just saying. be more careful, please.”
“hyung, i’m okay. really.” martin tried to assure.
“that’s not the point, baby,” james sighed. he moved to stand in front of martin, legs parting easily for him to step and settle between. “jju and i have been in this a lot longer than you have. and we can’t take risks like that.” his hands settled on martin’s hips, thumbs rubbing gently against the bones.
“yeah, well, maybe if you would have—“
“martin, seriously. don’t start.” james scolded. “i told you from the moment we met that i wasn’t turning you until you were out of school and we were safely in another country.”
“yeah, yeah. calm down, cradle robber,” martin mumbled. he had turned his head so that james didn’t witness the roll of eyes but the older vampire caught his jaw with a firm grip.
the look in james’ eyes was dark. “please don’t test me this early, sweetheart,” he said in a tone that dripped with honeyed venom.
martin sighed, and his shoulders dropped in surrender as he leaned forward to rest his forehead on james’ shoulder, “i’m sorry, hyung. i just— had wanted to be with you guys so badly. wanted to be one of you.”
“i know. and you are now. but that also means it’s going to take time until you’re as strong as us.”
“don’t wanna wait,” martin mumbled, not unlike a child.
james chuckled, and brought up his hands to push against martin’s shoulders so that their eyes could meet, “unfortunately that’s non-negotiable. now drink your blood, buttercup.” and pressed a quick kiss to the corner of martin’s mouth before he pulled away.
on the other side of the tidy kitchenette, juhoon leaned against a doorframe with his own mug. he was dressed in a pair of black slacks and a light blue long sleeve, ready for his weekday shift at the pharmacy across town. “i’m sorry, hyung. i’ll do better,” he said after he’d watched the interaction between james and martin.
“good.” james said simply as he walked past.
martin kept his head down until james was fully out of view. once he could hear the oldest shuffling into day clothes from their bedroom, he hopped down from the counter and made his way to juhoon.
“you always look so sexy in your work clothes, jju,” martin teased as he came to stop in front of him.
their eyes met, a silent i’m sorry paired with an it’s okay passed between them. they both knew how james could be—cautious, paranoid—but also knew it was best to just let him stew in those emotions when he needed to.
juhoon smiled, and leaned up to press his own kiss to the opposite side of martin’s lips from where james had kissed. “thanks, baby.” the words held more appreciation than for just the compliment. “i’ll see you tonight?”
“mm, maybe.” martin took the empty mug from juhoon’s hand to put in the sink with his own. “i’ve got a shift at nocturne so it will probably be late, but you might still be up.”
nocturne was an underground club that martin bartended at two or three times a week—the most that james would allow him to be out of the house by himself—known for its heavy rock influence environment and diverse crowd. martin enjoyed the work, as his personal style of choice fit in perfectly with the club, and he was able to meet all kinds of people that kept the nights interesting.
“don’t forget we’re meeting with seonghyeon tomorrow,” james called from the bedroom. “so no staying out too late, martin.”
martin shifted his gaze to meet juhoon’s, a he’s no fun look portrayed easily. the light smirk on juhoon’s lips held back laughter that threatened to escape.
“martin?” james called again after no reply was given.
“yes, i heard you, hyung. i’ll be home right after my shift.” he kept his tone light, not wanting to test james’ emotions any further. but if he were being honest, he looked forward to the oldest being out of the house for the day. james could be a lot, and sometimes martin just wanted to act like a dumb young adult without being ridiculed for it.
it wasn’t long before final farewell kisses were exchanged between the three: juhoon with a briefcase in hand and a promise of return on his lips; james, dressed in a fitted pinstripe suit and maroon tie, ready for a day of business negotiations under the family name zhao—an empire he’d been meticulously scheming for as long as he could remember.
the quiet finally settled over martin once the door had clicked shut, a phantom sensation of lingering kisses still on his lips. after how much time he spent with his lovers one would have thought that he would appreciate the solitude, but in reality a deep yearning always filled his chest as soon as they were gone.
and so, martin spent the afternoon the way that he usually would: a little bit of gaming, messing around with the audio mixing software that he had on his laptop, and staring listlessly out at the tops of buildings from the large living room window. the apartment was several stories from the main floor and had a rather impressive aerial view of the surrounding neighborhood.
the overcast sky had begun to turn to that of a darker grey, and late afternoon arrived quietly.
martin had dozed off on the couch, a blanket hung from a shoulder.
it was the sound of the front door handle that woke him. a brash noise in the peaceful silence.
he blinked his eyes open upon hearing it, and pushed himself up to glance towards the entryway as he called out, “james?” martin knew that it couldn’t be juhoon, he was always home after dark.
but the abrupt sound continued, and martin realized that it wasn’t one of his hyungs. it was someone trying to get in.
the handle stopped, silence.
martin’s tense shoulders relaxed. he knew that he had an advantage as a vampire, but he couldn’t help the human emotions that still dwelled within. it’s not like he had been turned long enough for them to completely fade.
a thunderous slam against the front door caused martin to jump. and then another.
it wasn’t until martin could hear the crack of the wood breaking that he was on his feet, the sound having jolted him to realize that there was actually someone trying to break into their apartment.
james has a gun in the back of the top drawer of the dresser, he remembered.
ever since martin had been turned, james had warned him that above all else he would need to keep up the pretense that he was human—that the use of any of his newly acquired strengths and defenses could only be as a last resort.
it’s dangerous for our kind to be known. martin remembered james telling him one evening. most people would just look at you like you’re crazy anyway, but some people want us dead, baby. better to be hidden.
martin finally heard the door break open just as he had pulled open the drawer. his trembling hands found the handgun easily, fingers curling around the grip to pull it free while his other hand aimlessly searched for the stray box of bullets.
“you see anything?” he heard a voice say.
martin fumbled to load the cylinder of the gun quietly, bullets hitting the bottom wood of the drawer hard. he mentally cursed at the volume, but took a deep breath once it was loaded and made his way back towards the doorframe of the bedroom.
there were two men: both similar in brute stature and faces hidden by black masks that only left the glint of their eyes visible. one had drifted out of sight to the kitchen while the other searched around the living room, carelessly knocking or kicking furniture aside.
“what the fuck do you want?” martin was surprised at how steady his own voice was as he spoke. he stood in the doorframe, arms extended straight and gun pointed at the intruders.
the one within his line of sight froze, while the other had stepped back into the living room and also paused at the sight of the gun.
“i said, what the fuck—“ a sharp, searing pain caused martin’s words to cut off.
both of the men still stood there, neither had moved. how did they—?
martin felt the grim presence just behind him before he even heard the voice. it was like a shadow, that loomed overhead and made sleep paraylsis demons look like angels. and he couldn’t shake the feeling that he knew exactly who this was: a hunter.
“oh no.” the voice was worse, a sinister thing that curled with an edge of delight. “i didn’t want to have to do that, pretty. but you left me no choice.”
martin could hardly feel his limbs anymore, legs frozen while his hands that held the gun felt paralyzed. even the sharp pain in his side no longer hurt, but he didn’t feel right. a strong arm wrapped around his waist as his body gradually slumped back and the handgun clattered to the ground. “that’s it, let the poison do its work.”
poison?
“who are you?” martin’s words slurred out, his head fell back against a hard shoulder, “what did you—do to me?”
the voice chuckled, and martin watched as a small dagger came into view. the edge of it glistened with blood, martin’s blood. “just a little vervain concoction. don’t worry. not enough to do any real damage.”
vervain?
martin had heard of this before, but any knowledge attached to it was nonexistent. certainly james had taught him about an herb that was dangerous to their kind. why the fuck did i not pay attention? he swore.
“looks like he’s one of them afterall,” the man that stood near from the living room said.
“only one way to be completely sure.”
martin wasn’t prepared for the firm hand that suddenly clasped at the hinge of his jaw and forced his mouth open. he struggled as best he could in the drowsy haze, arched his back and tried to shove himself away but the arm around him held tightly. next, fingers were in his mouth, pressed painfully hard at the top of his gums on either side. he could feel his fangs being forced from where they remained hidden when he wasnt actively feeding.
“exactly what i thought,” the voice that belonged to the individual that held him snorted, a tone that sounded as if it were used to always being right.
martin still fought against the grip, head thrashing to the sides as he uselessly tried to bite at the air. the little energy that was left evaporated quickly as the vervain in his system seemed to take complete control and left his body limp.
“there, there, you’re alright.” a sickeningly sweet croon.
and martin felt a horrible sting as the blade from earlier dug into the gums just below one of his fangs. he couldn’t hold back the screech that sounded from his throat as the tooth was easily cut out, the taste of blood instant as his body still attempted to wrench away from the pain.
“jesus christ, yeonjun,” one of the men muttered, not even able to watch the scene before him.
“relax, it’ll grow back.”
martin could feel the weight of the tears that gathered in his eyes, the pain from his fang being torn out immense. and all he could do was watch as the tooth was brought in front of his blurry eyes while that same awful voice chuckled out, “looks like a pretty good souvenir to me, huh? i think i’ll keep it.”
he wanted to yell, to call these men every cruel thing under the sun that he could think of, but he couldn’t even move his mouth enough to form a single word.
one of the other two had returned after having rooted through every single room, “he’s the only one here, boss. should we stay?”
a heavy sigh escaped from beside martin’s ear, breath hot as the voice continued, “no use. james will know we’ve been here once he’s within a mile radius of this building and by that time he’ll probably have left the fucking country.” martin could hear the steeled anger that radiated.
“so what about this one?”
the gaze that swept down martin’s form was unsettling. even without being able to fully see the face of the man that held him up, martin could feel the malevolent aura. his vision had started to turn black at the edges, mind just conscious enough to catch one last string of words shared between the men.
“let’s take him with. i’m sure we can get something useful out of him.” the voice contemplated, before it settled on, “if not, we’ll slit his throat.”