CHAPTER 5
Pete POV
Once Vegas leaves the room, I am always searching for a way to break free and escape. All I want to do is to leap off the balcony, and yet the chain is a constant reminder of my current predicament, binding me to this room tightly. I bang my wrist over and over against the wall, trying to break it, but it shows no sign of any weakness, no signs that I can force it off, regaining my freedom.
This seems foolish, right? However, in my mind, I will try whatever I can to try to force the lock to open. Unfortunately, anything that I could use to try to break free is almost impossible to find, so I am stuck trying futile and foolish options. The sheer effort to try to free my arm from this large chain is incredibly challenging and also very painful.
Even though some time has passed, and it is late at night, I refuse to give up trying to find something to help me, searching the drawers, under the bed, and almost every nook and cranny, but there really is nothing I can use. While I search, the most crucial part of this is to leave everything as it had been. Everything in the cupboard is folded neatly. I go back over things to see if there is anything that I may have missed after he had chained me to the bed.
Success! Yes!!
"Huh? What is this?" I say faintly to myself as I pull something out of the drawer.
"Dammit! What a psycho!" I cry out in disbelief and disgust. What the fuck is that Vegas!? You are such a degenerate! All of this is for rough, cruel sex. I pull out things that I find, from chains to handcuffs, whips, various sex toys... there are so many. I feel a chill run over my body, goosebumps covering my skin.
"Damn psycho! Sicko! Deviant bastard! In his mind, there is only one thing, and that is evil acts! You disgusting bastard!" I throw all the items back in the drawer, shivering in apprehension and fear. I don't want to be locked in the room anymore!
Crreeeakk!
I hear the sound of the door opening, so I swiftly lie down on my side of the bed, covering myself completely, lying as still as a statue, and pretending to be fast asleep.
The door to the bedroom soon opens, the strong smell of alcohol filling the room. I can sense Vegas moving toward the bed. I am afraid of what he will do, my mind panicking faster than the speed of light! The mere thought of him near me forces my level of fear to grow exponentially, no longer in my control.
Thud!
I hear Vegas sit down next to me, causing me to startle in surprise as I close my eyes firmly, thinking of a simple chant that I repeat in my mind like a lunatic. I almost stop breathing for a moment as I feel him move closer to me.
Wait... why is he not doing anything? We both continue to lie there in silence. I decide to take a deep breath and open my eyes slowly, turning to look toward where Vegas was lying down.
Vegas, the crazy bastard, is lying face down on his bed, his face still smarting from the slaps from earlier, bruises forming on his lips. Those marks and bruises are probably courtesy of Khun Kan from earlier in the day when Vegas had an intense argument with him. I get up from the bed silently and look at him.
When one looks at him from the outside, he looks like a normal person, and every time I had seen him previously, he always wore a warm, friendly smile. He is just a normal person to me, ordinary in my eyes. Of course, I have heard from Khun Tankhun and Khun Kinn all the bad things about him. However, I hadn't seen those things firsthand or been on the receiving end of them, so I didn't believe them back then.
However, now I am completely convinced and know his depravity goes further than either of them thought possible. It is almost like there are 2 different sides to Vegas, two personalities where one is so devious and good at pretending that I had never realized the true evil he was hiding inside, which is a very difficult thing to get my head around.
