He knew he was right. He knew it. They were weak, cowardly, picking on him when there was so many of them. He felt the knife to his throat and he sniffed lightly, looking at the trees longingly. Was there a road nearby? Hobi drove here, there must be. "You don't treat me kindly. You treat me like a prisoner. Because I am one."

"Slit his throat, hyung." Jungkook came over, luckily missing whatever the fuck Ten just said but he could guess. "We got enough from him, why keep him around?"