The Dark Side Of Love

Chapter Seven

Where there is anger, there is always pain underneath.

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A blood-curdling scream echoed around the area. Undeveloped, rural, and away from modern society, this place is what people might say is deserved for those who are beggars but of course that never stopped any high society man or woman from wandering around from time to time in search of pleasure. Unconditional, no baggage kind of pleasure.

And Gulf Kanawut knew it. More than anyone else. After all, he spent his days here. When society threw him away, this shitty disgusting place was the only place that gave him a roof to sleep under. It was the only home he knew after getting kicked out by standards that weren't in his favor anymore when his father died.

This in a word, is his place. Or was his place. And the woman sitting in front of him ruled it. 

A sweet smirk, unknown misery and ever changing customers....it was enough to describe the half Latin half Thai woman sitting before him. 

A cunning smile playing over those lips that were busy sipping some unknown drink. "Gulf Kanawut...you really did what you said, I am impressed."

It wasn't necessarily a question and so he didn't necessarily give an answer. But that didn't prevent him from glaring at the other woman who was almost sitting on his lap now or at least trying to do it. Her body language gives away her intentions clearly. And he was in no mood for it. "Glad to know that I impressed you but just for your information, it doesn't mean shit to me."

He ignored the beautiful laughter coming from her lips and settled his eyes on the show that was going on around. 

His eyes did catch the sight just as he entered this hell hole. "But you.." His eyes showing nothing but a look that only screams boredoom. "You really had the guts to make me sit in this room specifically. Don't think even for a second that I don't know your intentions." His eyes fell in front of him. The sight again brought a bitter taste to his mouth.

Especially when he saw that woman who must be not more than 20, lying down with a collar on her neck and three men doing whatever they want with her.

He knew what that collar meant. Because this woman sitting before him once tried to do the same. Wearing that godforsaken collar while sitting in front of him at that time. Of course, he didn't know what wearing that collar meant at that time. It took him more than six months to understand the meaning behind that chain.

Apparently, in this place, it meant freedom. Freedom to let others do whatever they want with the person who was wearing it. "You still didn't change at all. Same old same story." He gulped down the drink in front of him. The burning in his neck washed away the bitter taste momentarily. The wine taste just like this place. Old and rotting away. Perfectly in sync with his insides.

He has to take his eyes off the girl that were moaning while apparently enjoying this. Even to this day he have doubt if they ever do enjoy this or was it all just act to gain what they want in the end.

"Ah, don't hurt my feelings now. I live for this. Also, it's not like I am forcing them. They do this on their own accord." 

He scoffed. His eyes looking around. trying to match the current state of the room with his memory. Not much has changed really. "We both know what this agreement means. When you have no option, even entering hell looks more inviting than death. Then again, I am not here to argue with you. You were always a lost case. Now tell your blonde to move away from me. I am almost forgetting that I don't hit women."

"Why? You were never shy before. What happened now?" The mocking laughter made me clench my fist tightly. "Or is it because of that little hubby of yours. Has The Kanawut fallen in love!"