The B mafia (BL)

WARNING NOTICE: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN DISTRESSING AND UNSETTLING WORD DESCRIPTIONS.

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Ding was famous for one thing and that was his treacherous torturing methods. This specific reason was enough for Tsun to gladly send in his direction all the dirty work. Ding looked at the boy in front of him whose body was trembling violently to the point it was noticeable. He turned to the trolley and examined the tools he frequently used.

He wondered what to use at the variety in front of him. A scalpel? Some rusty pliers? Maybe the lighter?

Since it was his sole duty, he grabbed the rusty pliers and slipped the captive's pinky finger in the tiny opening.

With a snap, the finger was torn off and he let out a shrill cry which was muffled due to his gagged mouth. He wiggled around as the intense pain coursed through his body.

"How is it? Are you willing to talk?" Tsun asked, the hem of the tea cup just a few inches from his bottom lip.

Ding slipped another finger into the hole and just when he was about to snap it off, the gag on the captive loosened.

"You... bastards! Torture... me... all you... want.. but you.. will never get anything... out of us!"

He spat out the last words and Ding was more than happy to change this thought. After all, how could a guy who just attained adulthood get the best of him? Though he preferred to kill on the spot, he also had to strictly follow along with Tsun's plan.

"Would you look at that. Your conscious is holding on pretty well," Tsun said before adding," don't you pity your body? Wouldn't you rather tell me what I want to know?"

At this point in time, the captive hang his head low from exhaustion and soon after, his breathing seized. Seeing the lifeless body in front of him, Ding kicked the chair causing both the chair and the body to topple over to the side.

"Hah~ he endured till the end... such a shame."

Tsun's men dragged the body, which was still attached to the chair a few feet away from the masters before preparing to set it ablaze. They poured gasoline on the body and its strong scent filled the room.

When the body first came into contact with the fire, the skin and outer clothing ignited. The heat caused the skin to redden and blister.

As the fire continued blazing, the outer layers of the skin charred and burnt away. The fat beneath the skin started to melt and fueled the fire further.

The muscle tissues and fat were progressively consumed by the flames and the body took on a hunched position due to the contraction of muscles and tendons from the intense heat.

After the soft tissues had been significantly burned, the bones become exposed. With the continued high temperatures, the bones calcified, turning brittle and white.

In mere seconds after this, the entire body and chair was reduced to ash and bone fragments.

One man walked up to the ash, scooped it up with a shovel and poured all the contents into a bucket. The nauseating, pervasive odor of the burning flesh was still dormant around them causing everyone to scrunch their noses in disgust but Ding remained indifferent cussing silently at his ruined clothes.

He turned and searched for his next victim.

"You people are inhuman! How can you just burn people at your will?"

"If you told me what I wanted, I wouldn't have gone to this extent okay?" Tsun said defensively.

"You killed one of our own... we'll never tell you what you want! You might as well kill all of us!"

"No need to tell me twice," Ding said and walked towards them.

He effortlessly hauled a guy from the group and Tsun's men tied him up.

"Hmm... since I already set the previous guy on fire... should I just yank out your teeth?"

The guy's body stiffened at this and Ding walked towards him. Sticking four fingers in his mouth ( the thumb excluded), he forcefully pulled it open and the guy could only squeeze his eyes shut tears trickling down his cheeks.

With his mouth fully open and fingers in, he could barely make any sound above a strained whimper.

"What a set of perfect teeth. It's a pity that they'll be no more once am done with you."

He grabbed a small knife from he trolley and stuck it inside the guys mouth, cleanly cutting his tongue in half.

The man choked on his own blood and when he struggled against Ding's grip in order to spit out the blood, he covered his mouth allowing him to swallow everything.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Hey at least do it in a way that's not entirely gross," Tsun spoke up and Ding pulled his hand from the guy's mouth.

As soon as the hand holding the head in position was moved, the guy's head slumped forward, blood oozing from his mouth. He was dead.

"Did he die?" Tsun asked and Ding scoffed.

"The last guy lasted longer than this one."

Following the previous protocol, the guy was moved from the seat and another one placed in his place.

Ding had a few more methods he wanted to try and he was not short of people to try them on.

Ding turned to the remaining survivor and his eyes gleamed. He ensured the dead body he was just finished with was thrown on the pile of corpses before walking towards the youngest guy.

"... please don't hurt me... I don't know anything..."

Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to speak. After watching what had happened to the other members, he was beyond terrified at what his fate would be.

Truth be told, he was in deed a new member who was forcefully recruited into this group. He was just a normal civilian up until recently. He sobbed silently begging for his life and Tsun stood up from his seat and walked towards him.

He pat Ding's shoulder and he pulled back giving him room. Tsun nodded his head in gratitude and knelt before the trembling boy.

"You don't know anything?"

"Yes, yes, yes if I knew, I would definitely tell you."

"Are you sure you're not saying that so that we can spare your life?"

He viciously shook his head in denial at this. He was obviously asking for his life to be spared but he really had no idea about what was happening.

Tsun let out a sigh and reached into his pocket pulling out a handkerchief. He carefully wiped his tears and leaking nose.

"There there, no need to cry so much now."

The guy sniffed and slowly nodded his head.

Both Ding and Tsun's men watched him do all this in silence not daring to utter a single word.