CHAPTER 4
Pete POV
I gradually open my eyes to confront my personal nightmare, as sharp pain courses though my entire body. Every single time I move, it feels as though my bones have been smashed, the excruciating pain flooding nerves in my body.
Fuzzy light spots eventually become refined, further fortifying the feelings of torment after being hurt so mercilessly.
Please let this all just be a bad dream........ please?
I remember the mission to sneak in to Khun Vegas's house...
I remember Khun Vegas finding me in his wardrobe...
I remember fighting against him and his men...
I remember Vegas doing... me being...
Throughout all these memories, one person's face is constant. The more I try to recall and remember his face, the more intense the agony and pain increases. I try to push myself up, but this causes more pain to shoot through my body.
I close my eyes in resignation and clench my teeth when I am suddenly aware that my arms are still bound together with the belt. I try to use what little strength I have left to loosen the binding, to no avail, as my strength is very depleted, my body is bruised and pain is causing my muscles to spasm and cramp up. I can barely move at all.
"Oh, are you awake?" Vegas asked when he saw me stirring.
"Vegas, let me go damn it," I try to yell and scream but my throat is extremely sore and dry, I can barely talk.
"Pete, you seem no worse off than before. You're fine," Vegas said as his expression is one of happiness, very content with my current condition. The longer he continues to stare at me the stronger I feel a sense of dread grow in the pit of my stomach. I gradually lift my body up into an upright position. My arms are still bound but I want to try and cover my body even a little, to get a sense of security.
"First things first, drink this," Vegas said but I quickly turn away as I will never accept anything from this vile person.
"No! I don't want to!!!" I said in denial even though my throat is parched and I am dying of thirst.
"Hey, it's alright to have a little bit of water. You're going to die either way," Vegas taunted with a smirk and I turn my head further away from him as I don't want the image of his face in my head any longer.
The way Vegas stares at me makes my body hurt even more.
"I said drink!!" Vegas yelled as he grabbed my faced and twisted my cheeks in his direction as he forced a glass of water to my lips.
"Ugghh, I don't want it!" I yelled, trying to pull away but I can no longer resist against him, and he poured water into my mouth, without a second thought if I would swallow the water or not.
Cough... Cough...
I spluttered and coughed as the water went into my mouth. Unfortunately, it also entered my nose and stopped me being able to breathe.
"Hey, you should be nicer to me. Why don't you drink the water after I made the effort to bring it for you?" Vegas remarked as he placed the water glass on the bedside table.
"Cough.. cough.. Just get on with it and kill me already. It's not like I asked you for water!!!" I hissed as I tried to wrangle my hands free, moving left and right, praying it would loosen, even a little bit.
"Oh really? But you have only been here a day and you want me to kill you already? Surely you can hold out a bit longer," Vegas said sarcastically as if he was joking. Vegas sat there silently on the edge of the bed, with a sharp expression on his face. I really wish I had a knife, gun or anything at all, so I could kill him with my bare hands. I can't stand the thought of us both living in the same world; one of us must surely die.
