Is this what it feels like to die?

There's no worry in your body anymore. No struggle for life. No feelings cruising the body at all, only memories.

Memories of shrilled screams, knife piercings, gun shots, the tender texture of a bones against his skin that he ripped out of his victim's body. Is this how it feels to die?

To see nothing but those flashbacks before his eyes.

That..... That alone felt like a nightmare.

What's worse than facing that near death experience is being yanked out form it. There's many lights around his vision now, lights he can see through this faint tunnel he's in. There's multiple voices and an instant pressure on his neck.

Before Namjoon knew it, he was coughing out water as he breathes back to life. His body is buzzing, practically vibrating. The burning ache of his lungs as he tries to breathe back to life felt almost as though a knife is constantly stabbing down his throat, scratching without mercy. Tears prickled the corner of his eyes, seeing a familiar stand over him through his blurred vision those hideous glasses on his narrow face.

Never has Namjoon despised a man so much in his life.

"Do you regret killing the Choi family?"

That's the question that has been repeated over and over in with new names each time, but always resulting with the same treatment.

A near death experience.

Drowning.

Poisoning.

Electric chair.

The list goes on and on.

By now Namjoon can't even tell what regret or condolences is anymore. He just wants the pain to stop.

It's driving him insane!

His lips quivers from the experience he just went through moments ago, laying on the ground beside the familiar swimming pool that he's been thrown in multiple times now, just about ready to answer his question-

"Excuse me Dr. Kang. Mr. Kim is starting his lesson in five minutes."

Never has Namjoon been so relieved yet terrified by that sentence alone.

This is always the hour break during the session, his therapy session. Everyone in the class has a therapy session, with their own personal fate waiting ahead of them.

However these people here are brutally intelligent. They never go to the extreme measures to kill anyone, only hurt them.

Badly.

Death is not an option here, at all.

Namjoon has tried, and he's still alive.

"Well, we will proceed this tomorrow," Dr. Kang mutters, rising to his feet and walking away, letting the nurse take over in pampering Namjoon back up from his naked form.

He's weak, beyond weak, unable to even walk properly, but the male nurse holds him steadly as they try a few walking exersizes until he was properly able to walk alone without wobbling. The nurse is always here, seeming like the only 'normal' person in this house of psychopaths.

However they're more like computers. Motionless, following orders without being told twice as they hold onto the little to no self morals behind their eyes.

No one here have morals, pity, or sensitivity at all.

It's all.... Nothing.

There is nothing but pain.

And that itself is a horror house, that Namjoon never expected to experience,

Even as he walks behind his own security guard, who he even forgot his fucking name, he could see the emotionless bodies of patient following their own security guard; Shaken, expressionless, hiding the fear behind their eyes, or just laughing.

One of those laughs being from Yoongi.

The man is practically being dragged by his securiy guard down the hallway, shaking hysterically with a wide manic smile on his lips, eyes dancing in complete darkness as he's taken back to the classroom.

Yoongi is one of Mr. Kim's special students.

Special how so?

He never keeps his damn mouth shut.

He laughs literally at everything that pours out of his lips, still not learning after the multiple fresh whip marks on his back to behave.

It's almost as if he craves for dicipline.

That alone is so fucking scary because everyone is forced to see how Mr. Kim 'handles' him, and his methods aren't exactly too great.

Speaking of the demonic like man, he's sitting on the chair of his desk, looking over a few paperwork on his desk. Sometimes he does make them do class work, which involves them writing about their experiences being a psychopath. For those who don't know how to write, he gives them an audio, where they have to say it on a mask to their face.

What's the point of this?

Easy; To rate the insanity and then using it against them at any point in the lesson.

Everything Mr. Kim does is for their own torture back.

And it's pointless lying because he knows everything about each student.

A feverish shiver runs down Namjoon's spine when Mr. Kim looks up at him, narrowing his glaring dark eyes to his stare. Instantly Namjoon looks away and goes to sit at his now assigned seat in the back, beside Hoseok.

The other raven haired male only leans back against his chair, a deep scowl on his lips with arms crossed over his chest. From the time being here, Namjoon has never fully understood why Hoseok was even here.

He listens to the orders, doesn't fight back, is well composed and always remains quiet. The only time Namjoon has seen a different side of him was the first day of classes, but after that it hasn't changed.

He's very cold.... And always looks angry.

And Mr. Kim always loves to press on his patient. He never succeeds because Hoseok never gives an emotion.

If only Namjoon can feel the same way if Mr. Kim didn't fucking terrify him.

Moments later Jimin and Seokjin came in. Namjoon perks an eyebrow to the way the ginger haired man limps to his seat in front of him, grunting lowly when he sits down. There's evident bruises on neck again, appearing more fresh than before.

The fuck happened to him?

"Did you get fucked?" Yoongi laughs out to Jimin, smiling much more widely when Jimin sneers his eyes towards him, "Did your security guard get you good?"

Jimin didn't say anything, only remains with a deep grimace. Just then Jungkook skips into the room, a wide smile on his lips as he goes to sit next to Seokjin, who still doesn't fix his eyes to him. It's been weeks since what happened between the two and Seokjin has not been able to look at the ravenette. There's been many occasions where Jungkook would try to flutter a conversation with him before class starts but Seokjin always ignores him, unable to look at his childlike eyes.

That's understandable but Jungkook still tries to urge a conversation.

They're still friends after all.

Or more so in Jungkook's head.

"Hi Jinnie!" He beams, turning to look at him, "Guess what I did at therapy today? They actually let me color! They told me to draw a brief description of how I killed my victims."

Seokjin didn't answer, more so tightens his fists over the desk now. Namjoon could see how badly Seokjin is fighting with himself to not lash out in anger, so he pipes in instead.

"And what did you draw?"

Jungkook's glittering eyes looks at Namjoon, sending a strong pang to his heart by how familiar he looked to one of the little boy's he skinned alive once in his past.

"I drew hang man!" He cheers, pointing to his palms, "But on their hands because they were my pretty puppets! I also drew you guys! We were holding hands and going to a beautiful golden gate, almost like heaven!"

Hoseok snorts lowly to this, followed by a scoff, "We're going the other direction sweetheart."

This made Jungkook evidently twitch his smile to a frown but before he could say anything, a familiar clap had them instantly sitting up with fingers interlaced together over the desk with eyes ahead.

Like the perfect robots.

Mr. Kim stands in front of the class, scanning over very student with a familiar cold gaze over his eyes, "I am not going to give my usual lesson today."

Namjoon tried hard to not twitch a reaction to this, let alone show an expression.

What? What does he mean no lesson?

"Today I want to speak about why we do what we do here," He continues to say monotone, hands to his back now, "Everyone here is a crime away from a death sentence. One crime away. Many of you probably aren't even a crime away, this is place is your last chance. As I look over your behavior in class, look into your records, every one here has already went through every possible process there is; Jail, Psych ward, Rehab, etc, and yet here we are."

His voice is a shivering winter of snow, sending chills down everyone's spine as he continues on with his lesson, "We treat you with harsh treatments because that's what you deserve. Everyone here wanted to do the crimes they did, no remorse to it. We have your file, I know word by word what many of you said, and it's disgusting."

The foul distaste in his tone continues to send daggers to Namjoon's stomach, his eyes fighting to not follow his ever move as he slowly paces the classroom, "I have no guilt for anything I do to you all here. You may call my methods nearly inhuman but there's no sensitivity when deal with a room of psychopaths. You all feel nothing. Taking pleasure just to hear the screams or feel the blood on your hands, and you will feel the full effect on how that feels."

Suddenly he leans back to his desk, moving his snarling lips over everyone with disgust, "That's why, from now on, you are all my victims. Every single one of you will feel every sense of agony that you caused to those people and trust me.... Just like you had no pity, I will most definitely not have pity. You all will have to deal with me until I see results, and if only I see results. There's no faking it to me, I can tell a liar apart."

Then his eyes fell to Jimin, who's evidently shaking in his seat as he keeps his focus forward, fighting hard to not cower to the familiar tightness on his throat the second they made eye contact.

He can still feel his fingers around him like a leash.

"You must obey my every order, do whatever I say, and lastly," He leans forward, masking the most horrifying grin that glower his golden face.

"Never say no to Mr. Kim."

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A/N:

Lovelies!!!! How are you doing?

So I did remove the scene that came before this chapter. This was initially chapter 7, but because or censorship, I removed the original chapter 6 because of how intense it was. Probably more than chapter 3. Please understand it's for the safety for the readers. Many readers won't be able to handle the material, so it's for safety precautions.

I hope you all are okay with this book, I know it can be very intense sometimes. Me as an author writing this, it can be very impacting writing as well about these topics. It's very sensitive issues and that's why I don't update as constantly and take a bit of time in order to give myself, and my lovelies who's reading this, a moment to breathe in case it was a trigger for anyone as well. Myself personally I get triggered, often -still have not been able to read chapter 3 after what happened- it's not easy writing about this, so I have to take a moment to write so I can come back with a much more clearer mindset to update.

I hope you all can understand and support this <3

This story will definitely be running, so let's walk this journey together!

Thank you so much for your patience!

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