The Storm Inside Me.

23. I sink.

The entrance to the building looked like a normal bar, but once you walked through the red doors at the back of the bar...it was a vision of pure porn.

Porchay was startled seeing so many naked bodies, young and beautiful people, male and female, or both. They were all fucking... Macau was drinking a glass of a luxurious champagne, greeting everyone, as if he knew the place. The young boy tried to leave, disgusted by such a scene but Macau stopped him:

'' Oh come on don't be angry, we're just having fun. ''....

Porchay frowned and glared at the younger cousin, "You lied to me to go out for fun?!"

"You wouldn't have come otherwise!" Macau retaliated immediately, sulking, the boy staggered from the alcohol and he slapped the buttocks of a naked young waiter.

"Your damn outings get us in trouble every time," Porchay hissed, waving at the naked people. "But you're going too far, Macau."

Macau rolled his eyes, he threw a glass in Chay's arms before barking incomprehensibly. Then Macau left to have fun with the rest of the crowd.

"Asshole..." Chay scolded, he had been tricked by Macau, of course Vegas would never have come here or Pete would have sliced ​​off his dick.

Porchay turned on his heels and walked out of the brothel in disgust, his eyes filled with anger, but a hint of relief: at least Kimhan wasn't here. But when he would learn that Chay had come to this kind of place and that he had again stupidly follow Macau...
Chay shivered, he was already anticipating the singer's anger. He wanted to start running away hoping to find an exit but while going down the long red stone staircase, Porchay hit someone...

"Oh, excuse me..."

Chay looked up, puzzled. He had almost knocked over a woman, tall and slender, with long blond hair and green eyes.

"I am sorry.." he said using his broken English.

The woman continued to pierce him with her jade gaze, she was clearly a foreigner, young and absolutely gorgeous. Unlike the customers here, she had on a very luxurious dark green dress and golden jewelry that shone under the diamond chandeliers.

"Maria!"

A voice startled Porchay who turned around, at the top of the stairs, there was a man with a face almost identical to that of the girl. Tall, blonde, and thin, with darker green eyes.

"I'm fine," said the cold voice of the woman, Maria, in a sustained Thai. "Are you all right?"

"Ye...yes..thank you.''

Porchay hesitated, he felt a strange atmosphere. The man approached them, a curious look, he looked like that actor from Titanic and Chay lowered his gaze, hoping he hadn't visibly angered Maria's twin brother.

"Vince." The woman finally looked away from Porchay and grabbed her brother's arm. ''We have to go. He is here."

The twin named Vince slowly slid his gaze over to Porchay who was about to leave.

"But he came with him." hissed the man.

Porchay frowned, the twins were speaking in a language he didn't understand and he was embarrassed, but the girl nodded coldly before motioning to a man downstairs and Porchay was surrounded. Vince smiled, he extended a friendly hand to Chay before speaking in Thai:

"Good evening, dear customer. Thank you for choosing my establishment for a delightful evening. Please accept my sincere greetings and those of my sister, Maria. "

"This man is my brother," came Maria's cold voice, she put a gloved hand on her twin's shoulder: "The heir of my family, Vincente Donimo."

Porchay was completely lost, he felt trapped, he wanted to grab his phone discreetly in his pocket but Vince grabbed his waist and Maria shifted, positioning Porchay between the twins.

"We have so much to say to each other, Porchay Theerapanyakul."

"You are right, as always, my sister."

Porchay thought he was hallucinating when he heard their words, but he had recognized two terms despite their different languages: Porchay and Theerapanyakul...

"Wait...I'm not..."

Someone smashed Chay's skull in one clean motion, and the young man ran down the stairs, his face bleeding.

.................................................. ......

"Wake him!" barked a man's voice, loud, with a foreign accent.

Porchay felt liquid on his face and the next second his breath caught. He was drowning. No, Porchay was tied up, and he was sinking.

He tried to scream, but water seeped into his lungs, salty sea water....

"Get him out!" A woman approached, and Chay's trembling body was thrown at her feet. "He's soaked like a wet dog... This is disgusting."

"Lady Maria, you don't have to attend this."

" I do what I want."

Maria walked around Chay's body, the boy had a severe brow bone wound. His clothes had been torn, his lungs needed air but a collar was squeezing his neck.

"Are you enjoying your new pet?" Vince asked, approaching lightly.

"What did you do with the other boy?" she asked her twin, pulling off her coat and throwing it over Chay.

Vince shrugged before glancing over at Porchay who was paralyzed with fear. Then he looked back at his sister.

Maria raised an eyebrow but she didn't insist, she asked her bodyguards to lift Porchay and the latter cried slightly but he received an electric shock coming from his collar. The poor boy then passes out for the second time, his mind screaming for P'Kim to come save him...

When he awoke, Porchay was in a dog cage, in a big red room, the woman sitting across from him, playing with the key to the padlock. She noticed Chay's tremors and a wave of uncertainty crossed her eyes but her voice remained cold:

"Porchay, right? What nonsense to come here... I can see you're not like them. How unfortunate. Poor thing."

"Who.." Porchay tried to speak but his collar was way too tight and he put his hand to his neck.

"Don't talk, you'll just hurt."

Maria got up, she put the key on a small table, away from the cage, and she started to brush her long blond hair worthy of a Disney princess.

"My brother and I have been waiting for this moment for a long time, don't take it personally. We originally wanted to take the father, but we heard he's dead, so we'll settle for one of his sons instead."