“Why don’t you strip for us Jungwoo?” Mark saw fear flash across Jungwoo's features as he asked him the same question he had asked his scared little boyfriend.

It was more of a demand really. There was no way that Jungwoo wasn't going to do what Mark ordered.

Unfortunately, as soon as the fear flashed across his face it was replaced with a look of vile hatred aimed directly at Mark.

“Not even in your dreams asshole!” Jungwoo spat.

He was still trying to struggle out of Lucas and Jaehyun’s grip. It was two against one though and unluckily for Jungwoo that was never going to happen.

Mark slapped him harshly across the cheek with the back of his hand and grabbed his jaw, forcing Jungwoo to look at him.

“You think way too highly of yourself. Don't worry though, we'll change that.” Mark sneered.

He released his hold on him and stood back up.

“Take his clothes off. All of them.” He ordered Lucas and Jaehyun.

Lucas chuckled darkly and complied. He sat down on top of Jungwoo and hitched up his T-shirt while Jaehyun held his arms above his head. His top was ripped easily off him and he yelled and shouted furiously in protest.

“STOP IT! GET THE FUCK OFF ME!”

“Hold him down, Jae.” Lucas asked.

Jaehyun hovered over the screaming boy and put all his weight against his shoulders, anchoring him to the ground.

Mark watched on in glee while Lucas tore away Jungwoo's track pants along with his underwear. He yanked them from his legs and threw them somewhere into a dark corner of the room.

“MONSTERS!” Jungwoo yelled and his voice cracked.

Mark laughed at the scared, panicked boy writhing naked on the floor before him. He was so exposed, vulnerable and utterly helpless. He looked so afraid it was pitiful. Mark loved this feeling; of being totally in control of some else. He could control how they felt, what they did and what happened to them. It made him feel powerful.

He stepped closer and pulled out a pocket knife from his hoodie pocket. As he flipped it open the moonlight gleamed against the small yet sharp blade and Jungwoo's eyes grew wide with fear.

“STOP IT, LET ME GO MARK! LET ME GO!” Jungwoo yelled hopelessly.

Mark simply shook his head.

“Tsk, tsk don’t be foolish Jungwoo. It only makes you look more pitiful than you already are.” Mark snarled.

He sat atop of the terrified boy and flashed the knife in his face.

“Shall we brand you? Brand you with the identity you seem so confident in being?” He asked darkly. He couldn't help but laugh at Jungwoo, who was too scared to speak as his eyes flicked from the blade up to Mark's eyes.

Mark shot him a bloodthirsty look before placing a hand on his exposed chest. Beneath his fingers he could feel Jungwoo's heart nearly bursting out of his chest and he smiled in satisfaction. Then he drew the knife against Jungwoo's chest and applied pressure.

Loud cries escaped from the boy's lips but that only fueled Mark's desire to hurt him more. The bloodlust was now taking over. He slowly pulled the knife along Jungwoo's skin, carving out letters into his chest. Warm blood flowed out from the gashes, staining the blade and running over Mark's fingers as it dribbled down Jungwoo's chest.

He worked slowly, not just to make sure he carved the letters correctly but also to allow maximum pain. Jungwoo's screams indicated that he was achieving just that.

He finished carving the three letters into Jungwoo's chest and sat back, admiring his work. Beneath him, Jungwoo was quivering and tears covered his cheeks. Jungwoo slowly opened his eyes and followed Mark's gaze down to his chest.

Carved into his chest were three letters spelling GAY across his left pectoral muscle. They were large and deep, with blood still dribbling crudely from them.

A strangled cry fell from Jungwoo's lips and Mark smirked. He flicked the bloody knife up to rest against Jungwoo's cheek, earning Jungwoo's full attention.

“Now before we continue, I have a question for you, Kim Jungwoo.” Mark said slowly.

Jungwoo stared up at him. His eyes were still flowing with tears and his nose was running. He looked a complete mess. Mark took his scared silence to be that he was listening and continued.

“Who was it that saw us mess up Doyoung in the bathroom?” He asked, his eyes boring intensely into Jungwoo's.

Despite the situation he was in Jungwoo shook his head. It was the tiniest of movements but Mark noticed it and anger boiled through his veins.

“I know you know who it is, SO TELL ME!” Mark roared.

Jungwoo whimpered but still didn't say anything.

Mark roared furiously and pushed the knife into the flesh of Jungwoo's soft cheek. It easily pierced his skin and Mark watched, almost entranced as he let it sink in deeper and deeper until he felt it hit a bone.

Jungwoo shrieked loudly, his screams filling the room.

“Mark, don't you think you should stop using the knife?” Came a soft voice next to him.

Mark stopped and looked up. Jaehyun was staring at him with a worried look on his face.

“We don't want to kill him.” Jaehyun said slowly. He held out his hand, signaling that Mark should pass the knife to him.

Mark frowned and then glanced back down to Jungwoo. Blood was quickly covering his face and his eyes seemed to be rolling back into his head like he was about to pass out.

Mark couldn't have that, he needed to have Jungwoo conscious. He pulled the knife from Jungwoo's face and shoved it into Jaehyun’s waiting hand. Then he returned his full attention to the boy beneath him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his knuckle dusters, slipping them on and balling his hand into a fist in front of Jungwoo's face.

“TELL ME WHO IT IS AND I WON'T KILL YOU!” He yelled as he shook the boy with his free hand.

Jungwoo's eyes rolled back into focus.

“Pl-pl-please.” Jungwoo begged in a whisper.

“Wrong answer!” Mark pulled back his fist further before smashing it into Jungwoo's nose. He heard the clunk of metal colliding with bone and then a crack.

Jungwoo wailed in pain. It was a tortured sort of sound, heavy with fear and terror.

“Who is it Jungwoo? I'll keep going until you tell me. All you have to say is the name.” Mark ordered in a low voice.

He pulled his fist back again and Jungwoo flinched.

“..min.”

“What was that?” Mark leaned forward so he could hear the tiny voice of the defeated boy.

“Jaemin.”

Mark smirked. Now he knew who he needed to keep quiet and who his next target would be.

“There's a good boy Jungwoo. That wasn't so hard now was it?” Mark said, his voice dripping with condescension.

“Wi-will you st-stop now?” Jungwoo stuttered.

Mark laughed in his face. “No Jungwoo. You still haven't learned your lesson.”

He grabbed a handful of Jungwoo's soft brown hair, tugged his head back and glared down at him.

“You think it's alright to go around acting so high and mighty and entitled just because you're gay? That people should still respect you and treat you the same even though you're a filthy homo? Well no Jungwoo, that's not how things work out.” He sneered. “You know, everyone says you're a pretty boy, almost as pretty as girl. Well I think it's time to change that. After tonight, not even your precious boyfriend will think you're pretty.”

He cackled at his own words and then smashed his fist into Jungwoo's face. He hit him again and again, feeling bones break beneath his fist and watching as Jungwoo's soft, smooth skin tore and bruised.

Breathing heavily from exertion, he finally slowed to a stop when he no longer felt any resistance from Jungwoo and his body fell limp beneath him. He let the knuckle dusters slip to the floor at his feet and stretched out his fingers. His knuckles were bruised and covered in Jungwoo's blood.

“We should go now.” Lucas said as he stood up.

Jaehyun pulled Mark up with him and then knelt to pick up his knuckle dusters. With a shaky hand he reached over to press a finger against Jungwoo's neck, feeling for a pulse. He sighed in relief.

“He's still alive.” He stated, standing back up and shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket.

“Lucky him.” Mark replied nonchalantly.

He stared down at the naked, unconscious boy at his feet. He kicked his foot and Jungwoo's head lolled to the side. His face was unrecognizable; swollen, red and covered in blood.

“Can we go now?” Jaehyun asked nervously.

“Sure. I'm done with him.” Mark responded.

He stepped over Jungwoo and wandered through the house to the front door with Lucas and Jaehyun following closely behind. Jaehyun made sure to close the front door behind them but Mark didn't care. The thought crossed his mind that it would be more dramatic to leave it open, so Jungwoo's mother would come back home and think the worst had happened, which it pretty much had. Either way it didn't really matter, what was most important was that now Mark knew who held the cards that could ruin Mark and his friends. It had somehow worked out perfectly that it was Jaemin, the scared boy who seemed afraid of even his own shadow.

Mark would make sure that Jaemin would never speak another bad word about him to the cops or anyone else. It would be easy, almost too easy.