Morden stands before the taped-up hostage. A wicked smirk is etched on his face. He suddenly (and finally) launches out, his fingers ripping the tape from Haknyeon's mouth. "Anything to say to me?"

"Is this fun to you? Do you enjoy seeing people in pain?" Haknyeon glares at him.

Morden, holding his smirk, clamps his hands onto Haknyeon's red, restrained wrists. He leans toward him, his face inches away.

"Let me guess, this is the part where you're gonna have your way with the helpless, tied-up Korean hostage? You wanna hear me scream?"

Morden chuckles. "I do boobs, man."

"I'm sure that you do."

"Look, sex is something you might fantasize here, but that isn't my torture method," Morder sneers. "Sorry to disappoint."

"Dick!"

"There is something you were correct about though...I do wanna hear you scream."

The smirk grows and twists on his face.

Haknyeon swallows the rising fear inside of him, but the emotion gradually becomes too much for him to handle, overwhelming him. His mouth gapes open, no words coming out. Only tiny soft squeaks full of air.

"I wanna hear you scream, Ju Haknyeon!"