Midnight fantasy. Consequences

Самоизоляция для Singto

After a live performance of "Girl next room", 17.04.2020

Singto left the office and headed to his car. The hard day was finally behind him. And it wasn't that it wasn't pleasant - rather, it was very eventful. During the quarantine, he had gotten a little used to such a busy schedule and now he could feel how tired he was. Prachaya's only wish now was to come home, crawl into the shower, find something to chew on, and stretch out on any horizontal surface. Just thinking about it, Singto felt his second breath open; he quickened his pace, eager to get home as quickly as possible.

Singto walked to the car, opened the passenger door, looked inside, and was surprised: P'Jane was not yet there. Prachaya paddled out of the cabin and pulled out his phone to inquire where his manager was, when suddenly a handkerchief appeared before his eyes, his nose caught some strange smell, and his consciousness faded.

***

His head was splitting. His mouth was dry. His vision was failing. When he finally regained consciousness, though, Singto realized he had lost his vision temporarily; he had an impenetrable bandage over his eyes.

Trying to move his arms and legs, Prachaya was sure that his legs were free, but there was something wrong with his arms. He wiggled them and made sure they were tied.

Not having the slightest idea why he was here and who had kidnapped him and why, Singto decided not to panic and to think thoroughly about a plan of action in case someone was finally near him.

A couple of hours before that

"P'Jane, don't you get it! It's been a long time since I've seen my P'. I s-s-s-s-s-sickened. Don't be such a boo. We're tired. We need a change of scenery. Oh, please, please, please, please. I'll do anything you want later, just let me do it".

At these words the gears in Jane's brain began to turn. He thought about it for a minute, then smiled to himself and said:

"All right. Just know that I'm not going to lie to Sing. If you fail, that's your problem. I can only stay in the office for a little while, dealing with a few things. Is that clear? But you'll owe me a wish anyway. So it's better for you to take your only chance Nong'Kit," - the manager sang affectionately.

"Oii, P', you're like a little kid who's been given a candy bigger than his fist. I got it, I got it. Have a good evening, P'." - Perawat, whistling something to his nose, went off at the speed of a jet bolide in an unknown direction.

"Ha-ha, and you're not a child. Though... children don't do what you do, that's for sure. Oh, I pity Sing, but what can't you do for the happiness of his beloved Nong..." - In the end, Jane had no doubt that whatever Kit did with his ward, it would be purely for love and mutual consent.

At the present time

Singto had been awake for about five minutes, and he listened intensely to the silence, trying to catch some sounds to understand at least something about his captors. After a minute the door opened quietly. Prachaya tensed involuntarily and prepared to defend himself somehow. Here, however, he was in for a surprise. The footsteps that came closer and closer were suspiciously familiar. And the unique scent of perfume that permeated his nostrils and caused a familiar feeling of heat in his lower abdomen left no doubt at all. Even without seeing who was now crouched on the bed beside him, Singto could say with certainty that it was Nong'Kit - his personal obsession for the past month of self-isolation.

But what had he created it for? Or was it not him after all? Only Nong' could answer these questions, so he had to be the one to ask.

"Kit, why..." - Prachaya wheezed and could not finish the sentence. His throat was scratchy and he was thirsty. Krist was not at all surprised that his P' recognized who had come to see him.