They shoved him into the empty chair in front of the middle aged man and sprayed him with a coloured liquid.
The man screamed, waking up from his unconscious state trying to cover his face as it burned . He looked around horrified, screaming , unable to make out his surroundings.
His gaze was drawn to the man on the couch in front of him, and he began to scramble behind him in fear, causing him to fall off from the chair. He landed on the ground and wriggled to a corner.
"If you were so terrified of me, Nicholas, you wouldn't have dared to get your hands on my money," replied the middle aged guy, pointing to the leather bag".
"I'm sorry. master I am sorry ia... ia
m sorry", the guy shivered and folded his body into the tiniest possible shape...
"What a joke Nicholas , you know me better than anybody don't you? ",
"...Huh ... It's not the time for apologies, now is the moment for your final prayer....and your confession
I'm looking for a name.... ",The man said in a poetic tone .
"Please master,.....", the man whimpered and attempted to crawl to the man's feet and beg, but the bodyguards stepped in his way, kicking him back to the ground.
"Your daughter is fighting Nicholas tick tokk.. tick tokk.... faster and faster....", The man said tapping his watch
"Please don't kill my family... I'll say the name if you spare them ....",
"You don't get options mate ...you only get to say one name,
You are the one who decide how many lives are you gonna devote to this devil",As his bodyguards stamped on his damaged hand," Kir.i...gun.....kir..i..gun he shouted... Plz spare my daughter.",.. he cried folding his hands and begging
"Here... end yourself ... It's the last bit of I Kindness can grant you",
"You know the Phawattakun clan will not appreciate deceiving... Nicholas, so don't do it ,not that you will get a chance now " the man laughed at his own words , as he stood up and threw a revolver to the crying man.... "This is the final gift for your selfless service, do it. Yourself "
He and the guards stepped out, and the seagulls flew as a gunshot reverberated from behind them.
"May your soul find peace... ",he murmered Kissing his cross locket.
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HOW I MET MY HUSBAND(TharnType Short story )
FanfictionTharn is just 19 , exploring life ....Type is 24.. struggling to live life at his pace....What if their destines are each other....that they are made for each other .How did they became husbands?