The fun part it seemed started by ripping off all their shirts. Jongin was wary when the masked men approached them but became scared when switch blades appeared. However, all the men did was quickly and cleanly slice their shirts down the middle leaving their chests exposed. Well all of them except Jaeyong. He slowly unbuttoned Marks shirt, running a hand over the now visible bruises almost reverently. It was making Mark extremely uncomfortable and making Taeyong visibly annoyed. Taeyong kept his mouth shut though, he figured it wouldn't do them any good if he started talking. Jongin gasped when he saw the multicoloured bruises adorning Taeyong and Marks chests, but was concerned by the way the man was touching Mark. Similar thoughts were going through Junmyeon's head. Junmyeon decided he had had enough when the man's hand started tracing the faints outline of Marks muscles and Mark started trying to get the man off him.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Junmyeon was disgusted by Jaeyong, Mark was only 18, barely even legal if he was consenting which he most certainly was not. But the look in Jaeyong's eyes when he turned to Junmyeon was downright terrifying. He looked as though someone had interrupted the most important moment of his life. But his hands left Mark so Junmyeon counted it as a win. He glared at the man when he stalked over to him and refused to cower when the main grabbed onto his hair and pulled in back savagely. His neck was exposed and the stretch on his bound arms increased.

"What happened to being silent hmm?" Jaeyong was mad. He had been having fun studying the pretty colours on Mark chest. How dare this boy interrupt him. Jaeyong decided to make an example out of the boy and quickly flicked out his own switchblade and left a deep red gash across the boys torso. The boy…Suho… gasped in pain head falling forward, watching as the red lines dripped down his chest to the floor. Jaeyong smiled, red was his favourite colour and it looked good on Suho's pale skin. The other captives were quick to respond. Jongin instantly started to struggle against his bonds, trying to get to Suho. Eventually his skin would break and red lines flowed down his arms. Taeyong and Mark were stunned silent for a minute before they started calling out to Suho

"Hyung!"

"Are you okay?"

Jaeyong was getting annoyed by the added noise, it made it harder to hear Suho's pained breaths. But, he was happy to see that the boys weren't broken yet. "Silence!" he shouted pulling back Suho's head and letting his blade rest on his neck. "Be quiet or I will slit his throat." The harsh threat instantly quietened the other idols. Jongin still looked mad and silently seethed at Jaeyong. Jaeyong gestured to his men and they quickly went to work securing a blindfold and gag on Suho before moving to Jongin and starting to beat the crap out of him.

Jaeyong watched gleefully as Jongin was beaten, this one didn't turn him on and he wasn't allowed to make him bleed so he was happy to let the other men have some fun with the dancer. He would just enjoy his pained expressions and small gasps and grunts of pain. His men were experienced and knew what to do.

The first strike completely expelled all air from Jongin's lungs. The next one to his head made him see stars. The next hits were just a blur of pain as Jongin tried to figure out what was going on. Jongin's position with his arms above him made his torso the perfect punching bag and by the time the men moved off bruising was already evident all over his torso. Jongin gulped in air as he tried to draw in oxygen. Jongin slumped in his restraints allowing his arms to take the weight of his body, he was nearly completely out of it but was just hanging onto consciousness. Everything hurt his ribs the worst. At least I match now Jongin didn't smile at the thought. Junmyeon couldn't see what was going on but he could hear the pained sounds Jongin made and he could hear the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Junmyeon frowned but there was literally nothing he could do and that frustrated him more than anything I'm the leader I should be doing something! Mark and Taeyong were concerned for their friends and scared, if that was what happened to their elders what was going to happen to them? Taeyong hated feeling helpless but that exactly what he was. Chained to a wall unable to move he was helpless.

Just like Junmyeon, Jongin had a gag shoved in his mouth but he didn't have a blindfold put on which was interesting.

Satisfied that Jongin and Junmyeon were adequately taken care of Jaeyong turned his attention to the two youngest. This was going to be fun. Jaeyong was interested in how much of a reaction he could get out of Taeyong, while Mark had first grabbed his attention it was the other boy who had taken up most of his thoughts. Taeyong was someone Jaeyong wanted to completely break.

Mark was cold, for more than one reason. Firstly, the wall he was chained to was damn cold but the second reason was far more chilling. Jaeyong had let his gaze linger on Taeyong a bit too long and Mark didn't like what he saw in the man's eyes. It was far more terrifying than any other look he had ever seen. It was for this reason when he saw the man coming towards him that he breathed a small sigh of relief. Mark had been half sure than man was about to do something unspeakable to Tae, and Mark wasn't sure if could've stood through that. Jaeyong decided to start with the Maknae of the group, he was sure that Taeyong would react to him playing with Mark. Jaeyong walked over to the other and ran a finger over his bruised chest.

"I don't think I need to mark you up more eh Mark?" Jaeyong laughed to himself, it was true though. The younger male was already sporting an impressive array of bruises and while Sir had wanted them pretty he didn't want them incapacitated. But there was another type of mark Jaeyong would be more than happy to leave. "You know, Taeyong rudely interrupted us last time. So, I think it's time to finish what we started pretty boy." Jaeyong was grinning ear to ear at Marks petrified expression. But he was more interested in Taeyong's dark glare. Jaeyong lowered his mouth to Marks neck and placed a light kiss there. Mark squirmed trying to get rid of the other male

"Stop. Stop It"

Jaeyong just laughed a little and turned his attention back to Mark's neck leaving a trail of rough kisses until he found a spot he liked and bit down.

Mark felt completely violated. This …this…monster was touching him and he couldn't do anything about it. The older man was obviously not listening to any of his pleas. Then the man bit down on his neck. Mark stiffened and then the man continued to suck and Mark couldn't help it.

"Stop Please! Please! Stop." Mark could feel tears now and try as he might he couldn't blink them away like normal. Jaeyong smiled as he felt the younger man start to shake with tears.

The tears were the last straw for Taeyong. He had seen what had happened to the others when they broke the rules but he couldn't help it, his Mark was crying. It was his job both as a leader, friend and Hyung to stop this.

"STOP!" Taeyong yelled at the man startling Junmyeon who couldn't see, and Jongin who was falling into unconsciousness. The sound was music to Marks ears as Jaeyong removed his mouth from his neck. Mark quickly breathed in. Jaeyong turned towards the older NCT member ending up on the receiving end of what Mark would call a 'killer' glare. That was exactly what Taeyong would like to do at the present moment. This man no longer deserved to live. To say Taeyong was livid was an understatement and it both relieved and frightened Mark. Jongin was surprised as well as Mark and Taeyong's voices having brought him back from the brink. The young leader's courage was amazing. Junmyeon was still confused having to rely on only his hearing.

"Get your filthy mouth and hands off him." Taeyong demanded and Jaeyong was more than happy to oblige. This was the Taeyong he wanted to see, the one he wanted to break. Jaeyong walked over to Taeyong and spoke softly.

"Were you Jealous TaeTae? Jaeyong smirked and Taeyong was disgusted.

"I hope you rot in Hell"

Jaeyong choose to ignore that comment and instead started exploring the art in front of him. He let his hands roam to pale skin tracing the different colours present. Taeyong was disgusted but didn't say anything because he figured anything was better than having this man near Mark. The lack of reaction from Taeyong started to annoy Jaeyong. "Hey, why no noise for me?" after receiving no reply Jaeyong figured in was time to up the ante and started biting and sucking much like he had with Mark but all of the younger boys torso and neck. Taeyong felt the tears start to prick at his eyes as his body was violated but he kept his eyes on Mark. The maknae's eyes were full of tears and he could see the questions. Why wasn't he resisting? Mark knew why though.

Jongin on the other hand didn't and was becoming increasing agitated by the other mans actions even Junmyeon without being able to see was sick. Luckily it would seem Sir entered the room and called Jaeyong off. Taeyong went limp sucking in air free of the putrid mans stench. Mark mouthed are you ok? To Taeyong and he just nodded emotionally drained from what had just happened.

Sir set up a camera and a board with an amount in US Dollars. Mark had to read it twice to make sure he was reading it right. 20 Million USD for their return? In cash? Who has that much cash? Sir then filmed the board and then moved on to the idols present. Starting at Junmyeon prodding the open wound on his chest, then to Jongin pressing against the bruises causing the dancer to gasp in pain. Then Mark, Sir made sure to film the hickey left behind by Jaeyong. Taeyong was left and had to quickly pull himself together. Sir went slowly making sure to highlight all the damage done to NCT's leader. Then finally as a warning against SM disobeying their wishes Sir let the men in the room beat the idols in front of the rolling camera. Once he decided he had enough footage he turned off the camera and instructed the men to release their prisoners and leave. Each of the idols collapsed upon their release and it took a few minutes before they were able to pull themselves to each other. Mark clung to the tatters of Taeyong's shirt and mumbled apology after apology while Junmyeon and Jongin surrounded the two youngest in a protective embrace as if it would somehow shield them from the horrors they were living