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 rise staircase with glass railings and metal connecting to the second floor. Raja sit in the couch and signal him to sit in front of him. He handed papers towards Tales who's brows furrowed, indicating he don't know what it is. "What is it?" Tales asked as he scanned the papers. "A contract, obviously." He answered. "I don't want you running away from me. A pet like you is hard to come by." Tales gritted his teeth in annoyance but didn't bother to look at the man. He read the contract conditions. It was stated there that he can only get away after paying the debt amounted to 3B. "3B?!" He growled. "My mother's debt is 3B? And you expect me to pay it? Are you kidding me?!" he hissed. Even if he will work his self to debt, he cannot pay that sum of money! Raja raised his eyebrow. "That's the correct amount considering that she borrowed money from us for almost 5 years. Promising to pay the time she will win." He stated. " That includes the interest. Blame your mother for being inconsiderate." Tales pressed his lips together. He's fuming in anger but he knows that arguing will lead him to nothing. He continued to read the said contract. Some conditions are endurable such as staying beside the master for 24 hours, protecting him at all cost (which Tales doubted to be necessary) and to stay trustworthy (which he obviously couldn't do.) Another condition caught Tales eyes. He look at Raja. "What do you mean by this?" He pointed the last part. Which states that 'Party B (Tales) shall obliged to any order given by Party A (Raja).' He shrugged. "It's just as stated there. You have to obliged anything that I will tell you to do." "I refuse." Tales immediately responded. "What?" "I refuse. I am at disadvantage here. I know that you want me to be your escort, but as you know, I haven't been with a man. I am not comfortable having s*x with same gender." He stated with emphasis on each word. Knowing Raja, he knows he's sexually deranged. He refuse to be Rajas toy. All he can do is to buy time, find excuses that can slow down Raja's purpose. The psychopath still can't decipher what he is uttering just furrowed his eyebrows. 'I refuse to do anything sexual to you! Bxstard!' he uttered in his mind. Raja's face immediately changed from stoic to amusement and then laugh like there's no tomorrow. "Man, you're amusing." He stated. "Don't fret. I refuse to eat my prey until I tame it. So rest assured." He said and chuckle. Tales just look at him plainly. Not believing him. Though a part of him was relieved, still, he should not trust any word of this man. "This is our hideout. From this day onwards, you will live here with us. You can touch anything, pick any room for your own use," he stated. "but don't go to that room. " a warning tone escape from Raja's lips as he pointed the last room from the left. The only room that the door isn't color black rather it is color red. "Unless I say so." Tales almost raise his eyebrows in curiosity. What's with that room? Curiosity filled his mind but he shrugged it off. Minding another business will worsen his situation. The important thing he needs to do is to plan something that will able him to escape. "So you're saying that you can't have s*x with me because you don't have experience?" He ask, trying to clear Tales intentions. 'Good! He took the bait.' "Yes." Tales answered. "Why does it matter though?" He asked with one of his eyebrows raised. "I am the one who will rammed you. You should just take me well." Tales gritted his teeth. This asshole! He clench his hand to prevent his self from exploding in anger. Otherwise, he will really punch that smug face of his. But after sometime, Raja change his mind upon scanning Tales actions. He found a way to play with him. "But since it can't be help. I will let you participate in our sessions from now on." Tales immediately lift his head to look at Raja. "What do you mean?" "I'll let you spectate to our play. You just need to record everything that's happening in the red room." Red room?! 'You asshole! You want me to watch you f*ck someone?! Are you crazy?!' all the things that Tales supposed to say, he screamed it in his mind. Though his reactions isn't much. He gritted his teeth and endure. "Alright, sir." 'Spectating is better than being f*cked by that asshole. I can just think of it as watching a live p*rn. Yes, that's it.' He murmured. He went straight to the first room on the right. Upon entering it, he can't help but once again feel envy. This room has so much space than the room in his apartment. It was too spacious that even his whole things cannot occupy the said room. But anything than the king's bed, it has nothing else. It is TOO SPACIOUS!! He quickly lock the door and scanned the whole room to know if there's CCTVs in case he's being monitored. And he is right, there are security cameras. He just stared at it for a while then sit on the bed. Meanwhile, a playful smirk appear on Raja's face as he watch Tales look at the camera, eyes screaming 'I know you are watching.' he click his tongue and let out a chuckle. "Just as I expected, you are interesting." he said in an amuse tone. Back to Tales who's sitting on the bed with hands crossed on his chest. He list possibilities how to get away from the psychopath. Option A: Poison- make him a meal with a (poison name) mixed in it. But then, his men will surely not just sit by. They will unalive him in any possible ways. He can kill them but that's too much hassle to hide the bodies and surely the authorities will be alarmed. Not a very good option. Option B.- Strangle him to death using his pillow when he is asleep. Chances of killing him is 1%. This needs fast reflexes, a stealthy ability which he doesn't have. Raja is not a fool to let his guard down when there's a person who's thirsty for his life. And to worsen the situation, instead of escaping, he will get killed. Option C- he will trap him in a basement and burn it down. 'Wow, that's a pretty good idea.' he exclaimed in his mind. The question is how will he do it. Raja is smart and he will not be tricked by some half-ass lie. Then Tales remembered that Raja is showing behavior of a maniac person. So he come up with another option. Option D- use his body---- NOOOOO!!! 'Agreeing to be an escort is a facade and now? Use my body? Have I gone insane?' he shouted in his mind, contradicting what he uttered in his mind a while ago. All of this options are risky. It's either he'll die or Raja will. But Tales doubt that the latter will be dead since he's someone who cannot be messed easily. The plan cannot be executed sloppily and so he needs to improve himself. He needs to be better than Raja in every aspect. To killed a man, he needs to be more than the man. And so, the meticulous plan begin. He spent the night trying to find possibilities to execute his plans without loopholes.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
The second floor musics with a quiet, heavy tension. Tales followed Raja into the lounge, where the women stood in a loose semi-circle. As if they're discussing something. Upon seeing Raja and his company, some of the womens expressions ranged from nervous to defiant. While others, lower their heads as they're afraid of the man entering.Raja wasted no time, his gaze roam across the group before he gestured toward one of his men, who stepped forward with a ledger in hand.“You all know why you’re here,” Raja began, his voice cold and authoritative. "Let's not waste time and begin."The man flipped open the ledger and started calling names.“Ryza Mangyao.”A tall woman with long, glossy hair stepped forward, her red lips pressed into a tight line.“Loli Compacion.”A petite woman followed, her hands clenched at her sides, avoiding Raja’s piercing gaze. She bit her lips out of frustration. “Juliet Dagwayan.”A third woman who look like she'll collapse at any time because of nervousne
Raja’s boots crunched against the sand as he stepped out of the vehicle, the engine still running behind him. The houses infront of him are mostly made of bamboo and are practically glued yo each other. Slums near the ocean. He surveyed the houses with no light, he walked and walked until... he found it. In front of him, a house stood crooked, its rusted tin roof bent inward, peeling paint clinging stubbornly to the rotting wooden walls. It was the kind of place most people wouldn’t give a second glance, and for a moment, Raja wondered if he’d come to the wrong place.But no.This was Zaden’s hideout. His sanctuary. Tucked away in the forgotten corners of his hometown. Raja had expected something more refined, something cleaner. But looking at it now, it made sense.Zaden couldn't care less.Raja approached the door with slow, deliberate steps, his breath steady but his pulse quickening. Without hesitation, he raised his foot and—BANG!The flew violently as he kicked it open. The old
The first swing of the hammer crushed Raoul’s kneecap with a sickening crunch. Raoul screamed—raw, high, desperate. His body convulsed violently as he slumped on the floor. But Raja was already raising the hammer again.“Where is he?!”“I don’t know!” Raoul sobbed. “I don’t know!"Raja crouched down and stare at Raoul. A question once again occured in his mind. He don't know why this man betrayed him. Hr notice how all of his movements was observe and reported but he didn't know it was Raoul. He just thought that it's one of his men who's lower rank, but to think its Raoul?The hammer fell again, this time slamming into Raoul’s hand, shattering the bones with brutal efficiency. Raoul’s screams echoed off the cold concrete walls, but Raja didn’t flinch.“You told Jake I killed Oliver,” Raja said slowly, his voice low, controlled. “I won't even ask you why you betrayed me. I don't care about that nor I care about you working with him. Just tell me where Tales and I'll give you a painles
Raoul stood ten meters away from where is Raja standing, looking at its phone. He was analyzing Raja's expression to predict what will be his next move. That's the only thing he could do since Raja has sharp senses and moving close to him is like announcing his presence. He'll be killed in an instant. He gritted his teeth. Raja had been their leader for a long time but he need to think for himself. His phone was pressed on his ear. His expression was unreadable, calm even. Jake’s voice filtered through the line. “Everything’s set?”Raoul exhaled slowly. “I think he's on his way to find Zaden. You’ll have time to move all Father's confidential documents and analyze the vaults left by him.”Jake chuckled softly. “Good job. You still have one task left, come here immediately after sorting things.”Raoul’s fingers tapped the metal railing beside him. “Alright.”A pause.“Good,” Jake said. “You’ll get your reward soon.”Raoul hung up. He closed his eyes for a moment. “Forgive me,” he wh
Tales moved quickly, his footsteps is light and careful against the cold steel of the floor. Every breath was measured in the fear of being noticed....Strange! How come it's so quiet? Like no one's here?!Every corner he passed by was clear before he stepped forward. The building had gone too quiet.No guards.No Jake.Nothing.He should have heard something. The faint buzz of radios informing other guards of his escape, the stomp of boots, anything.But the silence was heavy. Almost Oppressive.Where is he?Where was Jake?The man who never left him alone. The man who enjoyed watching his unyielding facade, the man who wants him to bleed and suffer.Tales’ grip tightened on the bent fork in his hand.The air tasted wrong.As if something had already happened—or was about to.But he didn’t stop.He needed escape and find Raja.He needed to get the hell out of here.MEANWHILE...The office was a war zone.Shattered glass littered the floor. Bullet holes flashed in the walls like some
Raja lunged forward, his muscles screaming with effort as he cut through the space between them. He could still hear Oliver’s mocking tone, could still see Lila standing there like a puppet on a string. He didn’t hesitate.His breath came out ragged, his heart pounding like thunder in his chest. There was no more thought. No more strategy.Only instinct.Only rage.He lunged.Straight for Oliver’s throat.But the moment his foot hit the marble floor in a sprint, the click of guns being released echoed through the room. Lila’s guards—hidden in the darkened corners—raised their weapons.Then—Gunfire erupted.Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!Bullets shot through the air, shattering glass, biting into the walls around him. Raja’s body reacted on instinct. He twisted hard and dove behind one of the thick marble pillars as chunks of stone exploded around him from the shots. Sharp fragments cut across his face, but he didn’t stop moving.He counted the shooters—six. No, it's eight.
Raja stormed down the hallway, his bloody shoes slamming against the marble floors, leaving behind a trail of blood. His body keeps aching, bruises forming beneath his torn clothes, but he barely felt it. It's like he's become numb. The rush of adrenaline drowned out the pain, leaving only rage. His eyes are bloodshot, devoid of any unnecessary emotions. His hands twitched, eager to wrap around Oliver’s throat and end everything.He stop after sometime. Facing the black huge door in which inside, Oliver is there. He gritted his teeth upon remembering how they got played by Oliver. He can't wait to kill him. But he needs to calm down. He needs to or else he'll be defeated. With a sharp exhale, he walked near the heavy double doors of Oliver’s office, grabbing the handle —only to stop when he realized that he didn't need to be so polite. He didn't hesitate.BANG!Raja kicked the doors open, the wood slamming against the walls with a deafening crash.The scent of expensive cologne and bu
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