Torment Me Another Day

"As long as it gets me far away from you, sure." He glared over to him before he half laughed at his next comment. "Shut up." He coughed as the thought of him being just a cat made him want to strangle Jett. He pawed at his right ear as he felt his tail hit the wall beside him. At least he was still in once piece.

What was this, an auction? It sure felt like that. It felt like he was having to bid off things to be sold. He bit his lip, as he knew the words that would soon escape his mouth would be unpleasant. He didn't want this, he didn't want this at all. Why couldn't he just go home? Back to his parents, his sister, his fans? Oh. Right. That's because his parents betrayed him, his fans were scared and freaked about his past and his sister, well she was the only good part in that.

Jeong gave Jett a look of pure hurt. Was this really what this man wanted him to do? To hurt innocent people like they were nothing. He couldn't picture them as anything other than what they were. He had no reason to harm them; to do anything that would give them pain. Yes, maybe Jett did, but Jett and him were nothing to each other. "T-The mommy." He whimpered out like a cry for help. "A-And her ring finger." He wanted it to be as painless as possible for the girl. Jeong looked away as he saw the murder tool. He couldn't. He can't. "W-Why Jett?" It wasn't like he was going to cry, but he felt utterly sorry for these poor people. "But first!" He almost shouted at them all. "Why?"

"Yeah." He half smiled, as if it was all some joke to him. Jett wasn't actually going to cut off the girl's finger, was he? That was stuff they did in movies, the things that was supposed to work as torture, not as some real life, pastime. He kept his eyes on Jett, who seemed so normal with all of this, as if this was an everyday thing. It most likely was. Jeong closed his eyes, wanting someone to just take him away from this situation.

The tiger almost fainted when the man asked him. "I-I couldn't do that." He shook his head like a little puppy, his ears swaying in the wind he was making. "I don't have any motivation behind it like, like you." The reason he had given him was... Bland. It was really starting to sound like a movie now. Someone stole the movie so of course, torture was the best solution. Jeong never wanted to be tortured. "I don't know if I could stomach it right now." His stomach was ever so hurt still from the boat ride in, so this would stir it up for sure.

He looked away. As much as he was trying to be strong, as much as he wanted to prove to himself that this didn't bother him, he couldn't handle it. Jeong even plugged his ears for many minutes, only stopping when he heard the sweet voice of Jett. When he turned, the finger made his eyes widen. "N-No thanks." He smiled as if it was nothing. Jett was crazy to think that he would ever want that. Was that his way of proposing? Too early and too bat shit crazy for him.

The smell. Oh god the smell. It was almost enough to make Jeong run over and body check Jett, to make him stop, to stop the screaming. All the pain that was going on down here, it was too much for him to handle. He wasn't like that, like Jett. SO when the torturer suggested upstairs, he nodded politely before turning and bolting up the stairs. A sigh of relief washed over him. Jeong glanced down at his hands, they hadn't gotten dirty. They felt as if someone had poured the blood of that women on them. He went up to the kitchen sink, washing, washing, washing. It needed to come off.

"I-I can just feel it on me. All of it." Maybe he was a bit OCD, especially with his books and his kitchen. He couldn't handle that at all. But this, this was different. It was as if he could feel every bit of pain, all of the suffering right on him. He needed his whole body to be clean, he needed a- "A shower, yes." He nodded as if his head was going to fall off.

"Thank you." For some reason, Jeong was almost touched by Jett's words. What, he had done a good job of not passing out from seeing someone get tortured? Yeah, that was totally something he should be celebrating. "I guess that's good considering." Jeong knew he would never get rid of him now. Even if he did, he would not be able to live in such a house, knowing what had gone on downstairs.

"I'll go first." He didn't even know where the shower was, but he needed to get away from his man covered in blood. He was surprised that he was still breathing. "Yes, f-food." Anything that didn't look like a finger, or meat, or anything would be fine for him. As for his CDs... Of course he had. "In my suitcase, the black one." He shooed his right hand at the man as he turned away to find a bathroom. Yeah, listen to my shit. Like that will make me feel any better.

The shower was nice. It gave him a chance to think over his situation. He took off his 'clean' clothes, before he turned it on as hot as it would go, hopping in. It burned a bit, but he didn't mind. He had to focus on something other than the heat, before the thoughts of heat made him feel dizzy again. Okay so, he was now roommates with a psychopathic fanboy. Great. The hole was dug pretty deep for Jeong, with no escaped in sight. He was in there for a good long while before he turned it off and realized that shit... He didn't have any clothes. No way in hell was he going to go back into his old clothes, that were more than 2 days old and felt awful on him now. Jeong just hoped that there was some towel that he would be able to strap himself in.

He put on a big smile as he found a nice white towel. It was rather tiny though, as it was most likely one of those ones just for your hair. Because of this, he was only able to cover up his bottom, which made him rather uncomfortable. He poked at his scars, frowning that he had to show someone like Jett them. He didn't need to know his past. After a few minutes of trying to find something else to cover himself, it was futile. Jeong left his dirty clothes on the ground as he opened the door and smelt.... Meat. He wrapped his hands around his stomach.

The uncomfortable tiger had his tail curled inwards, his ears down in pain and discomfort. This was one of the worst days Jeong had ever experienced. Then the singing, if you could even call it that. It stung his ears like bees, it was awful. TO be reminded of his failure as a musician, as well as his failure to stop someone so ruthless, so violent and destructive, from ruining his already horrible life. Jeong didn't want to have the sausage he could smell, or listen to the songs he had worked so hard on. It didn't matter anymore, he wanted to be alone.

Even then, he took a few steps into the kitchen, seeing the sausages that reminded him of earlier. This man was the devil in the flesh, out to reek havoc on him for whatever he had done wrong in his life. The answer? Everything. "Can you just give me a fucking break?" He shouted, but his was no match for the music and the screaming of his insane roommate. Good. Jett didn't deserve his words. He sulked back to his room, slamming the door.