What desire cannot see (bibleapo)

chapter 5

"yoooohooohooooo~"

Apo sings in a greeting tone, squinting his eyes to cresents, tightening his lips in a fantastic curve while he steps across the door, in his room where the boy from the auction had been chained, thick and which appears to be heavy weighted iron cuffs keeping his hands in a stretch position, strictly forbidding his movement to even perform any miraculous stunts to rescue himself from the holds. Bible slowly motions his eyelids open at the happy melody playing in his ears when he has been suffering from all the beatings from the damn man in black last night for being caught tip toeing for an escape alongside having homophobic reactions towards his boss.

Apo paces a few casual steps forward, but the man in shackle moves, more like trembles while he keeps his eyes tightened to a shut, his mind repeating his prayer for being spared from anymore beating and specially for this man who got him. Bible squeezes himself freezingly against the wall, he wanted the hard surface to gobble him up and bury him into itself.

Apo pouted, having his mind giving no attention to his chained pet. For the day, apo just wished to visit the creature and get out of the mansion after done for some shopping of luxuries. He slowly let his hand dance into the air, trying to feel something to place his palm to, further wiping his fingers with soft touches, searching for the switch to brighten up the space between the walls. The mustard hue draped exclusively all around the space, laying a perfect shade of dark golden to the unorganised sections of the room. Apo smiled with satisfaction, he was finally able to adjust his vision and he needed no more help from any standee to walk him to his usual sit of relaxation.

"Awe, did i not keep the wine back in the shelf last time?"
Apo frowned, his brows twitching in a thinking gesture, while he still continues to not let his body let go of its urges to not have a sip of the berry wine. Apo twisted the cap of the bottle head and held on the glass, siping in a glup, loving and savouring the taste to make sure it still was in a good condition. He placed it back to the table, reaching out to a cabinate beside his shelf of liquor, pulling out a tall glistening wine glass and placing it beside the opened spirit. Slapping the wooden can close apo stretched himself before letting his self fall to the soft cushions, letting the softness kiss his back and he feels like he needs to stay like that for a lot seconds.

Finally, after a few minutes of a nap, apo remembered to pour himself a glass of wine. The dark thick liquid like blood embraced the bowled glass standing perfectly, having the dark maroon shade coat the colourless material in a colour of maturity. Apo starred at the glass, seeing the liquid settle perfectly, pulling it to have his lips get the clean contact before the dark fermented and distilled beverage have its ways with his taste buds. Apo moaned and slumped back to the cushion having the richness of the wine make him feel like he was floating. Like a vampires bite to his eosophagus, tasting his own blood but the canis of the immortal making him believe that he was just tasting black grapes with metallic taste.

Suddenly the chains from the corner clung together, sounding like metal playing around. Apo straighted his posture and his honey eyes searched restlessly the direction of the noise. Having found the source, apo left a little chuckle that somewhat turned the atmosphere delightful. While he starred at the bruises and the new bleeding injuries of his pet, apo immediately knew that his kitty had been a little michievious and tried to take a walk of escape. His beloved bodygaurd Job, told him about this, but apo almost forgot about it, no doubt, it's really interesting to apo that he has lost his curiosity this fast in seeing his pet. Apo spoke highly a few minutes back and now it all sounds like a joke as he remindes himself of it. Come to think of it, he still is clueless about what his pets called.

"Hey...what's your name...i forgot to ask you before..."
Apo sits back, running his hands reluctantly into his pocket and pulling out a cigerette pack and lighting a stick with his usual silver lighter. Silence still had is possession over the air. He rolled his eyes, looking towards his pet who had its head lowered and seems unable to even move a little. The other looked dead, but it was even better, disposing would be easier that way than to just throw a living man on the streets. Apo threw himself back, burning himself in the fluffiness of the seat, nodding at the ignorance he was recieving from a brat that slowly is making him realize that buying him was the biggest mistake he did. So he sipped in the cigerette stick thirsty, soon pulling it away from his parted plump lips and puffing out the smoke that had filling down deep in his troath. His lips in a heart shape and the next he noticed that his pet was already awake, hesitantly glancing at him. Apo scoffed and pushed the cigerette butt to the table, still not trying to meet his eyes with his pet. He continues lifting up the wine glass, swirling the dark liquid like bloodlust before proceeding to slide down the liquor completely down his tender troath.

"Are you awake now? I asked what your name is..."
Apo doesn't step back from terming his pet being an egoist and full of pride. The irritating sounds of the chains already depicted enough about the humans current state of mood. Apo still does not offer to look into the hazel eyes that keep staring at him begging for an eye thrust back. Smallest action torture the biggest monsters and that seems true. Apos soft chuckle filled the air and suddenly the chains stopped dancing in its place, apo moved to strike his eyes to meet the hazel pupils that touched him in a different way. With this apo found this piece beautiful all over again.

"B...Bible Wichapas Sumettikul..."
Apos mind drifted when the youthful voice played with his hearing. A sudden heat raised at the back of his ears and he felt his neck warmer that normal. Apo realised that his lips twitched and the back of his hips felt a little uncomfortable. He flickered his eyes to bring him back to his consciousness. He loved how the voice sounded, it was as perfect, much more that he imagined. The voice described the beauty of calm and natural respect and politeness with a childish tint in the way it sounds. Apo smirked, he knows he felt good and he is aware that he would go crazy when that same voice calls out his name.

"Bible...I see...thats a pretty hol-"
Apo tried to call out the name perfect, and he loves how it sounded in his own voice like he adores the word.

"Dont you dare say my name with that filthy mouth of yours you disgusting Homosexual!"
Chains burst into a cliche noise forming the sound of arrogance and bible screaming out to apo who was taken aback from being yelled at. Homosexual, this boy is an university student if he remembers correctly and he is calling him homosexual at this age and this century. Talk about literate people being dumb and acting illiterate anyways. Apo laughed, pushing the slight pain in his heart he once believe to have surpassed. His eyes already on the verge of spilling out the hurt of his existence.

"Hah...i was thinking of adopting you lol...funny right? Well guess it's not happening anymore"