Tales face remained stoic as he's sitting beside Raja who is so carefree in sitting. The blood that splattered on his face and shirt are already gone since he change clothes and clean his face. They were currently sitting on the passenger seat and he don't even know where will this man take him. He glance at the man only to met his eyes.
He immediately look forward. "If you're bothered by the man I kill. He deserves it since he's a traitor." after a moment of silence, Raja spoke. Tales keep his mouth shut. He don't want to know and it's not like knowing it would change the fact that he killed it with enjoyment on his face. After a moment, they arrive in a familiar place. Tales immediately look at Raja with a lot of questions plaster on his face. It's his apartment. "Oh?" Raja spoke. "Now that you're one of us, you shouldn't live in this garbage place. How can I let my favorite toy live in this cramped apartment, right? " he stated with such innocent tone that if anyone hears would really think that he meant it. Tales glared at him. " You! " 'I am not one of you. You don't own me.' is what he's supposed to say but choose not to. He's no match for him. "I am not going with you." Tales said in a monotonous voice. Raja raise his right eyebrow. "Do you think you have a say here?" "Huh." He scoffed. "I did say that I'll do whatever it takes to live but I still have a life. I still have my studies. And I don't want to give up on it. " Tales explained without having a hint of any emotions. " Just call me if you want me to kill someone." He stated and attempted to get out of the car but his hands immediately reach his hair and pulled towards his body. With his face hovering just above his assailant's, Tales realized he had to act quickly. "You seems to be mistaken here Tales." Raja's voice became cold that send shivers down to his spine. His eyes change from being dull to an eye of a predator ready to devour his prey. "Do I look like someone who would let his dog wander wherever he wants?" he asked sternly. "Seems like I've been to lenient on you! Should I teach you a lesson not to disobey your master, huh?! " Those words are strong enough to engrave fear on Tales. The vibe that he saw when he killed someone a while ago with enjoyment on his face is nothing compared on how he is right now. He seems like he only see Tales as a pet to be tamed. And he knows thousands of ways how tame a wild beast. "Let go." He stated and wince. "You're hurting me." "You're begging now?" "Fuck you!" "Ohh? Should I fuck you then?" "Let go!" His body wriggle and he attempted to break free from his hold. But it's no use. Without turning around, Tales quickly punched the man in the face with his free right hand, hoping to break free from the situation. Tales breaks free, jumps out of the car, and dashes away as fast as his legs can carry him. As Tales sprints away, he hears the man's agonized shouts of pain echoing behind him. Tales' heart races as he hears many footsteps getting closer from different directions. Panicking, he quickly runs into the nearby alleyway, hoping to run and hide, however all he see after awhile of running is a dead end. He spotted a bags of trashes and crouches behind the trash bins, waiting quietly, hoping the darkness will keep him safe from Raja's men. "Where is he?!" "That damn man!" "I don't see any reason why would Raja toy with him? He's all bones! And on top of it, he's a man!" "Shut it! You're dead if Raja hears you!" "But I am saying the truth!" "Even so---" "Are you done?" Raja's cold voice stop them from talking. Their heart beats loudly as they slowly turn to face the monster. "H-he's n-not h-here b-boss." The man who was complaining stuttered as he reported the situation. "Not here?" He asked a question once again. " Now I'm a little piss! Not only you didn't find the piece of shit but you dare to talk behind my back?" He ask and flick his tongue. He raise his left hand who's now holding a gun and rub the tip of it on his temple as if he's scratching something. "He's crazy." one of his men mutter as they gulp. No one would really do what Raja does hence one wrong move and it will cost your life. " Boss! " The man who was talking Raja behind his back immediately kneel. " Please don't kill me. I'm begging you. I'll be good. " " Huh, " Raja sigh. " You're putting me in a tight spot here Michael, you know that? I should really punish you for disrespecting me but now, you're begging?" He stated. " If I'll kill you here, It will make me seem like a bad guy." The man trembles as he saw the gun pointed at him. He couldn't move either. " Bang" Raja muttered and smirk. "But I'll give you a chance, bring me my toy and I'll spare your life. If you can't , then consider this as your last day. How is it?" " I'll find him boss. " He sounded so desperate. "I think he jump there." He stated. " I'll bring him back boss. " " Very well. " Raja said. " I'll be waiting in the car. " Tales can hear footsteps moving away from the scene and he can hear a loud thud expressing that someone jump over the wall. On the other hand, Raja nodded on one of his men to follow Michael in case it will plan to escape. But he's in no hurry to come out just to be safe. After a couple of minutes, when the surroundings are completely silent he slowly lift the lid of the trash bin, only to gasp when his eyes met with Raja's. He's on the other side, leaning on the wall, looking at him with no emotions. He then raised his left hand to point his gun towards Tales. And 'bang! ' was heard in the neighborhood as he shoot Tales who's eyes widen and tremble in fear. He could not move nor run. For a second, Tales thought he's a goner now but Raja intentionally miss the target and shot the wall near his right ear. His ear stings when it was slightly hit. "Now, now. The mouse have come out." Raja stated and slowly walk towards Tales. "Why don't you run?" He ask. However Tales was so shock that he couldn't mutter any single word. The monster is no joke. All he could do is to stare at it while his eyes slightly glisten with tears. After the monster arrive infront of him, he then once again raise his gun towards Tales forehead that made him gulp in nervousness and tremble in fear. A lot of images flash on Tales mind that made him so vulnerable. Raja looks like a man who's already resolved in killing him. "Don't get me wrong. You're nothing special. I just treated you like one because you're a tough to tame but if I can't tame you at all, then there's no reason for you to live." He stated. " Now choose, stay here forever or come with me. " When he said by forever, he meant to kill him there on the spot and Tales got no option. "I'll come with you." He stated with helplessness. His voice is trembling and a tear fell from his eyes. Studying is his life but now, it was taken away from him. He has no reason to live. 'No, I must find a reason to live. No matter what it is. I shall not die. I must live. Even if it means, I'll dance in rhythm with his music. 'They arrive in a glamorous mansion of the psychopath. It was grand and impressive blending itself to the other luxury buildings to avoid suspicion. Tales, move his gaze to different directions scanning the house. The house itself is big enough to host thousands of people. Despite the luxurious appearance it has a discreet and tight security, from the security cameras placed inside and outside the building to the armed securities dressed civilian to mix with commoners. They went inside and he was in awe at how extravagant it is. Though, his expression remains the same. Plain. Emotionless. He can't help but be amazed of the house. Big walls painted gray, with no frames or any designs, sunken seating in the middle of the room, two sleek armchairs and a modern coffee table featuring wooden and marble elements is sitting in front of the seat. The light colored marble floor and the chandelier hanging from the high ceiling designed in a multi circular gold-rimmed fixtures. There is an open
Raja entered his room, but what he found was Tales, shirtless and without any undergarments, standing in front of his bed. His forehead creased as he looked at him. He couldn’t believe it, knowing that Tales was always repulsed by the thought of showing his body to him, let alone having sxx. But the Tales standing before him now was in a trance-like state. His eyes were dazed, devoid of liveliness, and he had a grin on his face, as if being pleasured by something. Raja let out a small laugh. He wasn’t sure how to feel. “What are you doing here?” “Raja, don’t you want to fuck me?” Tales' words came out almost as a whisper. “Yeah, I do,” he answered without hesitation. “But I don’t get it—why would you willingly walk towards your predator?” Tales stepped closer towards him, the air between them creates an unspoken connection. His gaze directly locked onto Raja’s, and there was a teasing smirk on his lips as he knelt, his movements slow and deliberate. Raja’s breath caught, anticipat
In the cold, unclean and contaminated basement, where walls have splatter, Raja looked Tales like a predator while tapping his left foot on the floor as if he's analyzing something. The sound of his foot tapping echoing off the walls. Tales stood chained, wrists and ankles cuffed, his gaze is agitated but powerless. The faint bruises on his face are throbbing but he couldn't care less and it only fuel his defiance. “So,” Raja began, voice full of disdain, ,“are you going to keep your mouth shut forever, hm?” Tales smirked, his face seems like taunting him and even if he knows how stupid his idea was,he still don't want to give in. “I’m not going to grovel if that’s what you’re after. Just get it over with.” Raja’s eyebrows met, a cruel smile appeared on his lips. “Still so proud. I’ll enjoy breaking that out of you.” He then walk towards the right side of the wall pulling the lever, to tighten the chains holding Tales, forcing him to stand on his toes, straining under the weight.
Knock! Knock! Knock! Tales grimaced as he heard loud knocks coming from his door and opened his eyes. He had dozed off to sleep in the middle of planning his escape from this hellish situation. He immediately got out of bed and opened the door, not minding his bed hair and unkempt appearance. One of Raja's stern-looking men greeted him, holding a black box. "What?" he asked. "Get changed," the man said, handing him the box. "Boss is waiting outside. He ordered that you should be there by 7:30!" Then he left. 'What?' Tales didn't ask further questions and closed the door. He immediately looked at the wall clock and saw that it was already 7:25. He only had 5 minutes to prepare? Raja must think he has superpowers or something. Nonetheless, he shouldn't complain unless he has a perfect plan to kill that bastard. For now, he just needed to get on his good side. He was asked to get changed, so it must be clothes. He opened the box and saw a black suit, a gun, and a knife beside it.
Raja can smell the animosity of Tales base on its sharp gaze on his back. He cares no less. He knows that Tales wonders why he acts like that and may think that he is a lunatic but who fucking cares when it's true? And that old man is a traitor, and a traitor should be beheaded. He's merciful enough to gave that old man a short time to share the same air like him. How dare that old man, attempted to solicit his prostitutes with much wage than his? And one of his men even help with the plan! There's no way he could let it go. Raja discreetly glance at Tales who's maintaining his poker face but his body language says otherwise. Upon leaving the company, in the lobby, a lot of employees were shocked by how they were covered with blood but no one is fast enough to report them to the authorities. Of course, if someone is courageous enough to report them, he needs to spend some money to shut those personnels which will eventually increase his hatred towards Calder.When they arrive toward
Upon arriving at the estate, Tales frowned upon seeing two men in suits. They were muscular men who seemed to have the potential to be models. They were sitting on the couch as if waiting for someone. Tales' frown deepened when he noticed that the two men were trembling, their faces flushed red. Beads of sweat were also forming on their foreheads.Tales looked at Raja, but his expression was different. Raja seemed annoyed by what he saw."What the fxck are you doing here?"The two men were startled by the young man's outburst before they slowly replied."But it's Wednesday, Master."Master?!Raja smirked, then covered half of his face with his left hand and laughed."Right. It's Wednesday," he said, as if realizing something. "Glad you're here. I'm so pent up right now. Go to the red room first and get dressed."The two immediately obeyed and walked away. But Tales' frown deepened further when he saw that they seemed to have difficulty walking properly due to their trembling legs."Wh
The smell of sautéing onions followed by vegetables could be heard across the kitchen. Tales felt the pang of hunger again as he regained his senses from the events earlier. He went down to the kitchen and, to his relief, found lots of groceries. He didn't like processed foods, so he immediately started preparing a homemade meal. Fried fish and Sinigang.As he went downstairs, he could still hear the moans, sounding like cries of pleasure, coming from the room he had run away from a few minutes ago, but he ignored it. He should start acting docile, one step at a time. He should fool them into thinking he had submitted, but changing his behavior too quickly would arouse suspicion, so he would do it gradually.While he was cooking, Raja walked downstairs. Freshly showered, wearing a loose black tank top and black pajamas. He was still drying his hair when he heard the sounds of kitchen utensils and smelled the cooking. He frowned but still headed to the kitchen, knowing who was cooking.
Tales didn’t complain and simply changed clothes, and once again, a turtleneck paired with a coat. When he stepped out, Raja gave him a thorough head-to-toe look, clearly unimpressed. It was as if Tales hadn’t changed at all, as his outfit looked almost identical to what he usually wore, whether at home or out.“Don’t you really have anything else to wear?” Raja remarked sarcastically, crossing his arms. “What’s wrong with you, seriously?”Tales ignored the comment and sighed deeply. “What kind of work will we be doing tonight, sir?” he asked, bringing the conversation away from his outfit.“Hmm?” Raja raised an eyebrow, as if Tales had just asked something ridiculously obvious. “Of course, to punish Calder.”Tales just nodded slightly but didn't say any word.They got into yet another luxurious car and began the drive to their destination: which Tales don't know about. Throughout the ride, Tales pretended to nap to avoid Raja’s knack for getting on his nerves. He also didn’t want to
In a room beside Tales' captivity, Jake lounged in a 3 person couch, one arm draped lazily over the back of the leather couch, his legs stretched out comfortably. His knife twirled between his fingers, catching the faint light as it spun effortlessly.What will he do now? He knows Tales will escape so until Tales will break free, this knife will be useless. And when's will he hear some good news about Raja? It's getting boring now. Then—his phone vibrated.He glanced at the screen. It was his Father.Jake smirked. Finally! Took him long enough.He answered, bringing the phone to his ear. “To what do I owe the honor, Father?”Father’s voice came through, smooth and slow, but laced with undeniable authority. “What are you playing at, Jake?”Jake hummed in amusement. “Now, now. You wound me. What are you saying?” he asked playing coy. "Don't play with me, Jake! Stop moving on your own unless you wanna make me kill you myself!""Ohh Father, I don't really know what you're talking about
The world was spinning. He felt nauseous.Raja's breath came in slow, low inhales as the guards dragged his body down the long hallway. His wrists bruised from the tight cuffs biting into his skin, but he barely noticed. His mind was focusing on something more important—how to fight father and pressed him where is Tales. He's so weak now that he's no match for Father anymore.However , he knows his body well, it may be weak now, but that wouldn't last. And Oliver wasn’t following. Is Oliver being complacent or he had a hidden agenda? No matter what, he knows what Raja's capability really is. No... It doesn't really matter what Oliver is plotting. He would do it anyway.He let himself be dragged, eyes half-lidded and shoulders slack. A predator pretending to be tamed. The guards gripped him tightly, dragging his weight forward without concern.They thought he was beaten.They thought he was done.Fools!He just need a little time to free himself from the dizziness. Then—he moved.A s
Raja’s breath was steady. Too steady and too controlled as if he was not agitated a while ago.However, beneath that control—beneath that carefully measured silence—was rage.Father still sat across from him, dignified as always. Unbothered and unshaken by him. Like this was nothing more than an inconvenient meeting instead of Raja’s full-fledged declaration of war.Father tilted his head slightly, studying him. Then, with a knowing smirk, he spoke.“You might be wondering…” His voice was smooth, not hinting any amusement but his words does otherwise. “How did I know?”Raja’s jaw clenched.Father exhaled through his nose, as if mildly entertained. He leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping lazily against the armrest.“There’s nothing I don’t know about my sons.” His smirk widened, feeling proud. “Nothing escapes me, Raja. Not your plan of betrayal. Not your foolish dream of freedom. And certainly not that boy.”Raja’s muscles tensed, his fingers curling into fists despite the weight
Darkness.It clung to him like thick miasma, suffocating, dangerous and inescapable.Then—pain.A dull, persistent ache hummed through Raja’s skull while his body feels like it had been trampled over. His limbs were heavy and his breathing was slow. His consciousness are in between the edge of waking and the pull of unconsciousness.Then, voices.Familiar voices.“…he’s waking up.”Raja’s eyelids opened slowly meeting the dim glow of lights above the ceiling . He let out a slow breath, his fingers twitching against the sheets beneath him. His body screamed in pain as he tried to move, but he ignored it.The first thing he saw was Claren.Seated on chair beside the bed, arms crossed, brows furrowed in what looked like compulsory composure. His sharp eyes studied Raja like he was assessing the damage the enemies did towards its body.Behind him stood Raoul and Michael, both tense, their stances rigid with unspoken frustration.“You are finally awake,” Claren finally muttered, his tone
The tension was thick, suffocating, pressing down on the factory like a weight no one could lift off.Tales gripped his knife tightly, his breathing steady but his pulse drumming loudly in his ears. Ria stood just behind him, eyes darting between Raja and Jake. Curious of what their relationship is and what kind of people are they. The tension in the air intensifies even more as sharp as a blade.Raja’s smirk had long since vanished, replaced with something colder. His fingers twitched at his sides, itching to move, to strike. He look at Jake with much disdain. Jake stood at the entrance, his stance relaxed but his presence undeniable. Unshaken. Like he had expected this moment. And they way his lips curled for a smirk, it looks like he was excited of the way this activity unfolded.And then—Jake sighed. “Don't look at me like that, you too. Aren't you happy to see me?” his head turned towards Tales direction and give him a playful look. "Didn't you miss me, my love?"Tales immediat
The air around them shifted.It was like the world had gone silent for a brief moment before the storm.Tales gripped the phone whom he immediately snatched away from Raja, staring at the image on the screen. Ria—bound, bruised, with her eyes showing exhaustion yet with defiance. She wasn’t broken. Not yet.However they'll do anything to make her submit.And that was enough to make Tales' blood run cold.He turned to Raja, eyes asking for his opinion—no... A help. And looks like, Raja will honor his request. The barely restrained fury. The dark promise of violence lurking behind his unreadable expression.They immediately called the suspect to ask for their location or what they want however, no on pick up the call that made them feel even shitter. Then—Raja’s phone vibrated.A message.> Unknown: Stop calling for information. Let Tales save the girl.Tales' entire body went rigid. His jaw clenched as his fingers tightened around the phone.Another text.> Unknown: Don’t look so pis
The air was laced with the scent of blood and smoke as Raja and Tales stepped out of the ruined hideout. Their boots left behind dark footprints, but neither of them looked back. Raja immediately called Claren to ask for a clean up of the area. Authorities might suspect and investigate them. He can no longer be complacent now that he's planning to cut ties with father."Alright. On the way."Now, it was done.The past had been confronted. The ghosts had been silenced.But at what cost?Tales' hands were still trembling, the weight of the knife lingering in his grip even though he had already wiped it clean. His body felt light, almost numb, like he was drifting between reality and something else. He didn't feel any remorse yet the emotions he felt now is so deep that he can't really ignore it.Raja walked beside him, silent, his presence a steady force against the storm inside Tales’ chest.For a long time, neither of them spoke. The surroundings around them felt unnaturally quiet, as
“Raja.”A voice.Familiar. Firm.He stopped.Slowly, he turned.Tales stood a few feet away. His face was tense, his eyes locked onto Raja like he was trying to read him. His breathing was steady, but there was something behind it—something controlled, like he was forcing himself to stay calm. Raja on the other hand was surprised. But he chooses not to let Tales' know through his expression.Raja raised an eyebrow. “You followed me.”Tales stepped closer. “I’m not an idiot.” and walked slowly towards where Raja and Clein is. Tales’ gaze flicked to Raja’s hands—his sleeves, stained with blood. His expression darkened. “You found them.”Raja didn’t answer because it's obvious.Tales clenched his fists. “You killed them.”Raja shrugged. “Of course, I did.”Tales stared at him, his throat bobbing. He don't know what to feel. He's thankful but at the same time he's uneasy. “I never asked you to do this.”Raja let out a quiet laugh, one without humor. “You didn’t have to.”Silence. Tales f
Raja stood in the alley, surrounded by bodies. The air smelled like blood, thick and full of tension. The fight had been quick—too easy. They had begged, made excuses, tried to run. For Raja, it didn’t matter.They were dead now.He rolled his shoulders, wiping the back of his hand against his cheek. A smudge of blood smeared across his skin, but he didn’t care. His focus was elsewhere."In order for me to locate them, tell me your location."Raja can't believe what he was hearing. Apparently, Zaden thinks that he's a fool. Wow?! Licking father's ass made his head got bigger, huh?"Where are you?" Zaden's voice was indifferent, accompanied by the faint clacking of a keyboard in the background.Raja smirked slightly. "Close."More typing. "That's not an answer.""Don't need to answer if you already know," Raja muttered, his tone just as flat.A brief silence as if proving Raja's words. Then, Zaden continued. "You're near the location. Their boss is hiding in an old gambling den—still a