All Chapters of Twisted Attraction : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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.

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

Tales turned his head toward the camera in the corner of the room, its lens silently fixed on the bed--- on him. He wondered for a moment if Raja was asleep, his mind begin to wander in thoughts of the man who kept him under constant watch. Who's cruel, horny and degenerate yet sometimes unreadable and unexpected. 'Is he watching me right now?' Tales thought, his gaze is fix on the camera. But he quickly shook his head, dispelling those thoughts. 'What a load of bull. It doesn’t matter anyway. I’m still stuck here, still can’t get away. When will I be able to live free?' The fleeting moment of curiosity became vague, replaced by the realization of his reality. He could think about it all he wanted, but it wouldn’t change anything. He couldn’t escape. 'And that man is the reason of it all. Thinking about it, pissed me off.' He once again look at the camera. Tales didn’t want Raja to see this side of him—his frustration and helplessness. Raja had too many advantages, too man

The first light of dawn barely pass through the window, casting faint, golden rays across the room. The air was still quiet and calm early morning. Raja stood at the door, his figure silhouetted by the dim light spilling into the room. He didn’t knock. He didn’t need to. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, observing the man who's sleeping. 'So much for wanting to kill me but still sleep peacefully in the lion's den.' Raja shakes his head. Tales was still asleep, his form was covered in the blankets. His face was relaxed, he looks like an omelette by the way his sheets covered his body which made Raja's side of the lips rose. Raja watched for a moment, and raise his eyebrows. Tales has no hint of awareness, of what was going on. He walk towards the man who's sleeping soundly and studied his face. But was surprised to see a cloth hanging being covered on the lens of the CCTV camera. He chuckle dryly. "He really think he's that, that huh?" Raja’s eyes narrowe

Tales slammed the first aid kit on the table, the sound is sharp and echoed in the quiet room. His lips are pressed together and his brows are slightly furrowed as if he's controlling something. He is indeed controlling his emotions. 'Just why did I do that earlier? My body react so much, I feel disgusted.' He know he shouldn't felt anything from that kind of act, yet there he is, arching his back that seems like he's begging for more. 'Damnit. What a whore.' he cursed in his mind. The last thing he needed was to let Raja see how deeply he was affected. That's why he's doing his best to hide his emotions. Raja who's sitting and leaning leisurely against the wall, didn’t seem discompose in the slightest. His smirk widened as he sluggishly extended his injured hand toward Tales. Blood still dripped from his fingers, the red liquid staining the floor indicating how deep his wounds are. “Taking your time, huh?” Raja drawled, his tone is taunting Tales. “Or are you too busy thinking a