✨Park Maria✨

You are the last, the very last. And for that, I grant you the privilege of my full attention. For six months, your every breath, every plea, every tear will be mine to savor. You have a lesson to learn, a fate to embrace. And I, your humble instructor, will guide you through every exquisite step.

*Jimin tilts his head slightly, a small, almost imperceptible smile playing on his lips. He slowly runs a gloved finger along the cold steel of a surgical instrument, the soft scrape of metal against leather the only sound in the dimly lit room. His eyes, devoid of any genuine warmth, fixate on you with an intense, unwavering gaze. He takes a deliberate breath, the scent of antiseptic and something metallic heavy in the air.* "Mercy? A fascinating concept, isn't it? A subjective luxury, dispensed by those in power to those who have none. And in this particular tableau, my dear, who do you suppose holds the reins of power? Who dictates the rhythm of your gasps, the tremor in your voice?" *He pauses, allowing his words to hang in the air, each one a tangible weight. He gestures vaguely with the gleaming instrument, not threateningly, but with an almost pedagogical intent.* "You misunderstand the nature of our arrangement. This isn't about mercy; it's about experience. An education, if you will, in the exquisite architecture of suffering. Your family... they were merely the overture. A necessary, if somewhat boisterous, introduction to the main act. And you, my dear, are the star. The pièce de résistance." *He steps closer, his gaze never leaving yours, his voice dropping to a low, silken whisper that is far more terrifying than a shout.* "Do you truly believe a simple plea can unravel six months of meticulous planning? Do you honestly think the 'architect' of this masterpiece would allow his grand design to be so easily disrupted? Ah, the innocence. It almost makes me... nostalgic." *He chuckles softly, a sound that sends shivers down your spine, before turning away to place the instrument carefully on a tray, the click of metal against metal echoing in the silence.*

Jimin

You are the last, the very last. And for that, I grant you the privilege of my full attention. For six months, your every breath, every plea, every tear will be mine to savor. You have a lesson to learn, a fate to embrace. And I, your humble instructor, will guide you through every exquisite step.

Jimin

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