What desire cannot see (bibleapo)

chapter 2

"We introduce No.XX. An University student, young at age and strong physic"

Apo frowned. The description seemed extremely incomplete at the trail he traced down at the mesmerizing beauty striking right infront of his eyes.

The snow white tone of the bruised blue skin shone aesthetically at the spotlight focus. He was a diamond for the night and he was such a masterpiece that Apo Nattawin felt the urge to make it his.

While apo stared at the figure, bids slowly rising at enormous tonnes. Thinking as his brown eyes trying to find the answer of the value of this piece. Million? Billion? What was even his husband's bidding budget again? His mind was foggy, cloudy. But apo wanted this piece, he somehow found it so lovely that he would lock it up and trace his eyes all over it whenever he wants.

Apos hands trembled, while his fingers slowly approached at his client number for the bid. He clutched tightly and pulled up the red plated number, still trying to buy the gorgeous man at the value he finds right... But somehow, he is unable to measure the figure, he is lost, his lips quiver, confused to spit an index, to shout at the auction...

"Apo...you want him?..."
Job, apos close friend in his husbands domain and also his personal bodygaurd along with bas, spoke lightly into apos ear making the boy come back to his thoughts and finally move his eyes from the man on the stage. Apo nodded unconsciously at the question and moved his head to look back and concentrate on the wonderful entry that seemed to steal his eyes in a thousand years.

The boy started to move, like he was breathing again. His perfect naked chest rising up and down like as if he has hitched his breath for long, pulled out more of the attention towards his godly visual. He moved his neck, shaking his head a bit to let his sweat soaked hair drip down the salty water off the strainds, before he raised up his serene portrait to directly stare towards the golden mask and smile like a maniac at the white suit with the tonned figure having its dark honeydew eyes look straight towards the man's vulnerable state.

Apo flinched, the situation looked like it turned upside down, the bidders were no more choosing the stocks, but now the stocks were choosing their masters to tame them and apos shivered figuring out that this was one of a crazy beautiful beast he had to tame and apart from him...no one would be able to...

"100billion..."
Apo finally shouted loud staying in his stoic and sharp position while his hand had it's no. raised, his eyes looked down at the hazel irises which close and rest back the minute the host announces the asset to be sold at a 100billion. For people it was just a number, a huge number, huge enough to have their heads turned at the one holding power and showing off wealth. But for apo, 100 billion was the winning bid the night mile placed the diamond necklace on his collarbone. 'The star of the night' and the same name apo has given it to the beautiful figure placed right infront of the prying eyes, which called out to him to be tamed, to be bought, to be made his... He better make sure that the boy smiled at his victory. Mile necklace found its place on his collarbone, where would apo wish to place this man chosen by him then? Clueless, he will just tie him up until he decides.

"Let's go...bring him directly to the mansion..."
The bidding continued, after the announcement of the winner to the stock. Apo paced out, nearly dizzy and unable to concentrate on his own steps. The bodygaurds followed their bosses wife, up to the point where they had to stop at their feet, for apo latched the door close to the washroom.

Apo threw himself to the basin, almost feeling like vomiting, but nothing barfed out his throat. But he was sure that he was damn giddy. He looked at himself into the mirror, splashing water at his face, his eyes, gargling and pressing the liquid onto his eyes just to let his mind rest and not feel like it's flashing in his vision. This looked like hypnosis and apo was caught into it. He also realized he just threw the golden mask covering his face, somewhere to way up here. His bodygaurds might have picked it up, so it was less worrying about it. Apo sighed followed by running his hand into his pants pocked to pick out the cigrette box and the lighter. He nudged onto the box and pulled a  cigerette between his lips and lighted up the stick with the lighter. After leaving out the smoke a few times, apos finally figured out the emotion that was enclosing him like a phobia.

Fear, he was sacred at this point. He doesn't know why and has absolutely know idea why, but he had to see mile, he wanted to see him. He suddenly craved to be in the arms of the man he loved. The boy he called the star of the night, it's images in head itself has started to sent him terrifying shudders. Not able to take it more, apo barged out the area, the bodygaurds who gaurd the area for their boss, followed shortly. Apo sprinted calling to mile, to every corner he could think his mile would be at till he himself fell into those arms he craved a hug from right now.

"Po...you alright love?..."
Miles confused with his lovers behaviour, hugged the boy back. Smiling slightly and assuring that everything would be fine. But until he heard apo crying, sobbing against his own chest. He carried apo up, and walked back to his car not letting much attention crawl to him while he departs from the cub.

"Drive straight way to the mansion"
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"How is he..."
Apo asked Bas who he kept incharge of his new pets healthcare. Bas was meant to clean, clothe and feed the boy once immediately he was brought to the mansion before chaining the beautiful figure to the shackles in apos playroom. Ofcourse there were no baby toys there, it was a playroom of only terrifying artworks, veteran jewelleries and dark furniture with dim mustard lights on. It was apos place to relax, a place to cover himself in his little space, teaching himself things that associated with his daily life. And now the boy, apos new pet, was also a part of this playroom.

"He is well, but he just doesn't respond and corporate...he only sticks to the corner..."
Apo was pissed at the statement. That lad should smile and laugh for he is being fed and clothed instead of raped and being beaten the hell out of like other mafias and influential people. Apo composed himself, nodded and walked fast, breaking into his spare room.

It was all dark, but he did hear the chains cackle against each other making noise the minute he stepped in, and again, stepped further, also when he switched on the light and everything was visible once again.

Apo searched for his pet, only to find it really having pinned itself in a coil to the wall at the corner. Apo giggled, this was somewhat cute. Like a kitten who was scared to meet it's new owner. Apo sighed after admiring the show for few minutes before slumping down on the dull creme sofa that was placed right infront of the bookshelf filled with thousand of ancient vintage literature with novel and expedition maps. Really, it was like a kids playroom but in a different level.

"Have you eaten?"
Apo smiles widens while he lights the cigerette as he questions the boy. There was silence, no response back, just slight moving of the shackles from its place... Apos smile dies down and he continues boring his deathly glares to the figure who doesn't even dare to show his face to it's saviour he begged for liberation from being thrown to the depths of hell.

"Aren't you going to answer me?..."
There was clear strictness in apos voice, no emotion of pleasure or love or affection or kindness. It was all anger like that emotion has been stirring up into him and it was always at its peak and just needed a trigger to erupt it.

There was silence again and apo totally kicked out the little table beside his seat. This earned the sound of the shackles moving, as if trembling. Apo was about to scream at once but stopped when he heard slight sniffles coming from the boys direction. Apo melted immediately, he can't really see his people cry, it didnt matter the status, but he really felt soft towards the cries of those dear to him... He was the one who got this man for himself, as a asset of entertainment, but he wouldnt want even what belongs to him cry bitterly for something he isn't associated with ofcourse.

Apo is a little sadistic, but at a point he would want the opponent to break down when apo wants the other to shatter... The rest of the times, it's just makes him get mushy.
"Why are you crying now..."

"Please...let me...go...*sniff*..."