TRIGGER WARNING: The book contains highly explicit and detailed depictions of sexual abuse, including childhood abuse, grooming, and assault. It also addresses severe trauma, self-harm, suicide, physical violence, substance abuse, and emotional and physical pain. Reader discretion is strongly advise. -------------- Tales who have a strong obligation to live no matter what, was taken as a sex slave because of his mother's debt to an organization, and he was being subdued by what he despise the most, gangsters, but because of his poor physique he was tossed aside and will likely be killed. That's when he tried to murder the boss, if he'll gonna be dead, might as well take the boss to hell with him. His naive thinking and strong sense of living captures the interest of the delinquent Ra Ja. 'You completely turned me on. ' Is what he said after being stabbed by Tales on his left hand. Ra Ja then makes him as his personal bodyguard. Can't figure out what the man is thinking, Tales can't help but be wary as he devise a new plan to escape the lion's den while carrying the head of the leader. Will his plan be successful or will it go astray and takes him to unfamiliar bloody dark path? A lot of secrets will be uncovered. What he thinks he is now might not actually be him. But seems like he's not the only one scheming the next move. Raja kept making actions that will drive him mad, crush his will and push him to the corner with no escape. A thug of war with rotten love, prideful altercation and bloody relationships.
View MoreThe silence in the living room was deafening, broken only by the faint tik-tak of Tales' feet. It was already a week since Raja's disappearance. Claren and half of the crew already recovered. Though their eyes screams icy stares towards him. He was walking towards the kitchen to eat. Claren who's really quiet, has his earlier anger controlled but simmering just beneath the surface. Michael was also glaring at him like there's no tomorrow. Tales poured himself a water. His mind raced, trying to redirect his thoughts but every thought looped back to Raja.The image of him being dragged away wouldn’t leave.And also the crew seems so busy cleaning with their guns, knives and weapons. Tales even furrowed his eyebrows in curiosity. What are they even doing or planning?Michael who's also eyeing him, finally broke the silence, his voice low and rough. “You are really collected huh? When it's your fault that Raja is like this. But what can I expect ? Even if you'll use your pea brain, your
The morning light filtered through the curtains, weak and gray. Tales hadn’t moved from the floor at all, his body stiff and his mind clouded. The events of the night felt like a blur, but the image of Raja being dragged away remained sharp and vivid.Don't get him wrong. He stayed with Claren and others all because he wanted to acquire some information. He needs to know if Raja will be back alive or in a form of corpse. A loud groan startled Tales and immediately look at Claren who was struggling to sit on the bed. Claren's expression was guarded, but his sharp eyes scanned Tales carefully.Tales sat stiffly on the floor, his fingers twitching against his knees. The morning light streaming through the window did nothing to ease the tension in the air. His mind raced with questions, but no one had come to explain anything. He had to ask.But before he could even speak, Claren opened his mouth to ask, his eyes narrowing at him and his gaze is cold and unwelcoming.“Tales,” Claren ca
"Get changed."The cold walls of Raja’s headquarters made the room feel lifeless. Brightlight chandelier flickered above, casting shadows on the floor. Tales sat on a couch, his body slumped forward, the weight of the past days are too much to bear. He was wrapped in Raja’s large coat, his own clothes gone—torn and useless. The coat was warm but heavy, a reminder of everything that had happened.His body ached with every breath. Cuts and bruises covered him, and the marks from the whip still burned. But all of this seems to be buried with the suffocating silence and tension in the room. Raja was walking away from the living room now carrying a silence. He walked towards the staircase in order to went to his study, his hands gripping the railings tightly. His white shirt was stained with blood—Dimitri’s blood. The katana he’d used to cut down Dimitri’s men lay was on his hand beside him, still dirty with the fight.The silence between them stretched. Tales couldn’t take it anymore.He
It was such a hurdle for Tales. Tales didn’t know what to feel upon seeing that Raja didn’t do anything when Dimitri took him. He just stood there, staring blankly at him.And Tales of course didn't expect Raja to save him although his body trembled unbeknownst to him. They exited the party and went to where Dimitri's vehicle are."Let go of me." He hissed as he bumped his head to the head of one of Dimitri's men named Roose and even flap his legs, kicking the people that surrounded him.Tales eyebrows twitch in fear when Roose narrowed his mind while looking at him. He looks deadly dangerous. Yet Tales frown when the man snickered. "You're feisty. I like that." He raised his hand and attempted to touch Tales but Dmitri immediately slap his hand away. "You dare?""Boss—""Me first." Dmitri stated with emphasis with slightly widening of eyes to say that he should not touch his possession.He was dragged against his will and no matter how much he struggled, it was all in vain. When t
After three days, Raja had just returned to his estate, his white long sleeves soaked with blood. He was as pale as a ghost and bruised from the "lesson" Oliver had given him. His thoughts were a tangled mess, rage and frustration clouding every corner of his mind. The memory of Tales’ broken expression haunted him, and the fire within him burned hotter with every step he took.The way he walked looked like he had no direction.As he entered the living room, he found Jake seated comfortably in his chair, legs crossed, sipping from a crystal glass as if he owned the place.“Raja,” Jake greeted, his voice smooth and mocking. “Back so soon? You look awful. Guess Father’s discipline wasn’t just a bedtime story after all.”Raja froze in the doorway, his eyes narrowing to slits. His fists clenched at his sides, his nails digging into his palms. He had no time to argue with him and so he walked to the stairs without even looking at Jake, but the next word Jake spouted made him freeze in plac
Tales was struggling as he was dragged. He didn't even know what path they were taking because he was horrified by Oliver's statement. What? Auction?! Is he kidding?"Let go of me!" Tales struggled and kicked the guards, but since they were more experienced than him, they were not moved by the kick. They were like a boulder. He wriggled and bit the guard's hand when it attempted to handcuff him."You! Do you want to die?!" the man said furiously when he bit him like a rabid dog. Yet, as furious as he was, Tales just spit on the floor in disgust. But along with it, Tales was hit on the side of his neck with the palm of a hand, and immediately lost consciousness."Sleep! You're infuriating!"When he regained consciousness, he could clearly hear the voices of the people as if he were really near. But before Tales could comprehend, the spotlight immediately lit up on him, and he realized he was placed on stage.Fuck!He looked at the people who were staring at him like he was on display.
The house was quiet, the kind of stillness that made every sound seem to escalate. Tales stood in front of the mirror in his room, adjusting the cufflinks on his crisp black suit. Raja had left it for him, and even if he didn’t want to wear it, he had no choice. He didn’t want to go to the party either, but if he didn’t, hell awaited him. He knew that much. And he didn’t want to complicate his already complicated life further. He didn’t want to deal with Raja and Oliver all at once. He glanced at himself in the mirror, his reflection staring back with dead eyes. The events of the past days weighed heavily on him, but he couldn’t afford to look weak. Raja’s words still echoed in his mind, and his body still remembered the pain he endured just to let Raja seal whatever feelings were growing inside him and to reduce his debt. His body still remembered the shame he felt, and Tales would not forget about it even if he died. Tales straightened his tie, forcing himself to focus. He knew the
“Do you like me?”The words that came out of Tales' mouth froze the atmosphere. He felt it turn even more awkward, but he needed to see and hear Raja's reaction and answer.Raja stared at him for a moment, as if debating whether to answer or not. He then sighed, tried to open his mouth, but shut it again."Answer me," Tales demanded, pressing Raja to respond to the question.Raja stared back at him and answered, "Yes."Tales was, of course, surprised. Was it really that easy to admit feelings for someone? He had expected Raja to deny everything and revert to the way things were—without any emotions brewing between them—making it easier for Tales to leave the group. But now, he didn’t know how to react.He couldn’t speak, his grip tightening on the fork.For Raja, admitting his feelings was a desperate attempt to make them disappear, hoping that once out in the open, they’d vanish into thin air. But now that he had confessed, the pain of seeing Tales’ reaction—an emotionless face stari
The next morning, Tales woke up to a light knock on his door. He groaned, rolling over on the floor where he’d fallen asleep the night before. He rubbed his eyes as he ruffled his hair. His back protested as he pushed himself up, the golden envelope still lying unopened on the bed.The knock came again, firmer and louder this time.“Who is it?” Tales grumbled, rubbing his face. His voice was still hoarse, indicating it hadn’t been long since he woke up.“It’s me,” Raja’s voice replied, calm and measured.Tales froze for a moment, his irritation replaced by confusion. Raja never came to his room unless it was absolutely necessary. What’s this man’s deal now? After their confrontation last night, the last person he wanted to see was Raja.“Come in,” he said hesitantly.The door opened, and Raja stepped inside, carrying a neatly folded suit hanging over his arm. His expression was stoic, but there was a strange lightness in his demeanor. Tales couldn’t help but narrow his eyes in suspici
Students can be seen in the classroom 3-A minding their own business. Some are doing their make up, while some boys are singing and playing guitar, some were sleeping and some have nothing to do but to pick a fight with the grade conscious students or the nerds.On the farthest part of the classroom, at the back, beside the window, sitting a student who just observed what his classmates are doing. He don't have any fun to do but observing the chaotic classroom he's in. There are some who notice him but didn't bother to interact and some are really clueless of his existence. For some who notice his presence, they would often freak out due to his clothing styles and attitude. He's always wearing a turtle neck even during summers and a black gloves. He also wear his spectacles. He had a somewhat different eyes from the rest. A yellow pupil and a green iris. Some classmates would try to give a smile but will immediately take it back upon being glared at with his piercing eyes.Since then...
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