Semua Bab Twisted Attraction : Bab 21 - Bab 30

As the group emerged from the granary, the night air greeted them with an icy chill. Tales let go of Raja the moment they were outside, letting the man stagger. For all he cares. The men who's fine without any injuries immediately positioned themselves in the periphery to guard and observe the surroundings incase an ambush will happen again. “See? Still standing,” Raja said, spitting BS despite the blood seeping through his side. “Barely,” Tales retorted, brushing dirt off his hands. Raja side eyed him for doing that but didn't say anything. “You should’ve dropped back there and saved me the trouble.” “Oh, don’t pretend you didn’t enjoy holding me up,” Raja teased, his smirk widening. "You're worried about me, that's why you came back." Tales stiffened, his eyes narrowing. “Enjoy? You’re lucky I didn’t just leave you to bleed out.” Tales didn’t even turn around. “ And come again? Worried?" He ask as if trying to make it clear that Raja really did say that. " Maybe I am... Worri

The chirps of the nocturnal insects and the faint sound of waves were all they could hear from outside. The small room felt like a cage made to trap animals; its walls were cold and bare, the air is stuffy and suffocating. In the corner, a child sat curled up, his shoulders are shaking as tears streamed down his face. His sobs broke the silence—sharp, irregular and the only noise in the cramped room. Near the door, an older boy sat with his brows furrowed and fists clenched tight. His eyes were filled with annoyance, and his patience was running thin as he looked at the boy who was crying. Clearly, the crybaby was from a privileged background. Judging by his clothes, he might be the son of a wealthy businessman. “Stop crying,” he snapped, his voice sending a warning. “It’s not going to help.” He looked out the small window and saw that they were far from urban areas. This place was most likely isolated. Outside, gunmen patrolled, keeping watch for any signs of rebellion. The younge

Tales' pulse quickened as Raja suddenly stepped into the room. Raja's face was so different from before. His face looked troubled. He had dark circles under his eyes, and it was obvious he hadn't been sleeping well. His face immediately filled with questions.' Why is he here again? What does he want this time?'But Tales squeezed his eyes shut, noticing the tension that had overtaken the room between Raja and Jake. 'Damn this.' The shift in atmosphere was insane, as if someone had cranked the AC to full blast. Tales stiffened, holding his breath. He knew Raja was trouble, but tonight, the man was pure menace. The way he looked at Jake—Tales felt like Raja could kill him at any moment.'Yet what's with Jake? He's smiling even more widely.'Jake glanced up, his lips curving into that cocky grin. “Well, well, the prince himself. I was starting to think I’d be the only one having fun around here.”Damn. Now, we're doomed!Raja didn’t speak; he didn’t need to. His lips pressed together, a

Tales woke up drenched in sweat. His eyes were wide and glaring. He swallowed hard and squeezed his eyes shut tightly. "That damn dream again."He rubbed his face out of frustration. "Why do I keep having these nightmares?" he murmured. Then he stopped as he realized something. It wasn't like this before, but ever since 'father' came—though he didn't really know who he was—his bad dreams had started."Don't tell me, it's because of the bastard 'father?" He unbelievably ask himself. No way! How could it be!He sat hunched on the edge of the bed, his right palm was pressed to his temples while his left one is on his thigh. The dark circles beneath his eyes show how rough and restless his night is, yet even when be heard the footsteps and when the door burst open with a smiling penguin, he didn't flinch. He just look at Jake plainly. 'Looking at him is making my head hurts more.'"Rise and shine, sleepyhead!" Jake’s voice was bright and exaggerated, almost sing-song, and immediately ra

They entered the house, and Tales immediately noticed Jake’s absence—who should have greeted them with a smile. The living room was empty and quiet. They immediately ascended the stairs and entered the red room. Raja shut the door behind them, his presence oppressive as always. The red room looked more like a dungeon inside. It felt suffocating. The walls were a deep, matte red, engrossing the dim glow of a small chandelier that barely lit the space. Metal hooks and brackets lined the walls, bearing an assortment of restraints, chains, and other items that Tales couldn’t immediately identify or fathom. The air smelled of something Tales couldn’t recognize, but it irritated his nose. In the center of the room stood a large bed covered in smooth, black satin sheets. The bedposts were equipped with heavy metal rings, likely for restraints. To one side, there was a sleek black cabinet, its doors slightly open to reveal rows of neatly arranged items—blindfolds, cuffs, and an assortment of