Dark Side of Chay

Kim, Broken

Kim's POV

I have been here for 3 weeks. I am going crazy. Since my release from the cell as I am calling it and my "freedom" I have been woken up by Yoshi every morning with a foghorn and given 30 minutes to get to breakfast. I eat with the guards. The food is actually quite good so no complaints there. I am permitted to wander, but when I wander too far, I get electrocuted. This stupid collar. I attempted to go up the stairs once and was electrocuted. It hurt like hell. I think the setting was on high for that shock because it hurt more than when I walked too far down the hall. I would love to say I get to sleep, but even that is on the whim of some guy named Ren.

The first night in my new room I laid down around 9 pm only to get shocked and Yoshi running in apologizing for not giving me my assignment before I entered. I had to write a freaking essay. Every night at 9 pm I am handed a piece of paper with an essay question on it. Once I am done writing it, I have to seal it in the envelope that is also attached. I can't remember all of the essays I have written but writing 1500 words per essay is tedious. Oh, and that Ren dude talks to me while I am writing them too. He has a speaker system in my room. I haven't seen Chay since that day when I asked about getting the anklet chain off. When I asked Yoshi about Chay, he told me he didn't know anyone named Chay. It seems that Ren is the one in charge, so I wonder where that leaves Chay.

I am walking towards my room and notice Yoshi standing outside my door holding my essay for tonight. Seriously, I am getting tired of these. I look at the question and just scoff. Seriously, I have to write an essay about who I am. I tell Yoshi thanks and go into my room. I toss the paper on the desk and then sit on the bed. Sure enough, Ren decides to start a conversation.

Ren: Is there a problem with tonight's essay?

Kim: I don't feel like writing tonight.

Ren: Didn't you say you would behave.

Kim: Yes, but I didn't realize I would be writing meaningless essays.

Ren: I am learning about you through your essays. So far, I have learned why you became a musician, why you don't live with your brothers in the Theerapanyakul mansion, how you were in HS as well as University. Now I want to know who you are.

Kim: What if I don't want you to know who I am?

Ren: I can send you back to the other room. It makes no difference to me. It is your decision.

Kim: You make me laugh, my decision. How is any of this my decision. I don't even know why I am here.

Ren laughs and tells Kim to think about it and have fun writing.

I punch the bed a few times and decide to go to the desk and write the stupid nightly essay. I have no idea how I am going to write about who I am, when I am not even sure who I am. I decide to take a chance and say out loud. "If I write this essay, can I see Chay again?" I wait a few minutes and then Ren replies "depends on what you write." I just sigh as this was going to be my toughest essay yet. I have no choice but to take it seriously because I want to see Chay. At least Ren seemed to know who he was talking about. Again, I press my luck and ask, "what if I can't make this one 1500 words?" "stop stalling and get writing. Tonight's essay is more about content than length" Once Ren was done speaking, I get zapped from my collar and know I had best start writing or the zap will be longer and hurt worse.

Who Am I

My name is Kimhan Theerapanyakul. I am the third son of Korn Theerapanyakul, brother to Tankhun and Anakin Theerapanyakul, nephew to the late Kun Theerapanyakul, cousin to Vegas and Macau Theerapanaykul, and brother-in-law to Porsche Kittiswasd. I am also the Thai singer/idol Wik. I was carefully cultivated to be the most ruthless, lethal, and uncaring mafia heir there ever was. I was supposed to use this ability to protect my family, but I failed to protect the one I love most.