Suits and Secret (Vegaspete)

Chapter 1

Pete

I never thought being kidnap to create clothes was even possible, and to make it worst I am being tortured to do so.

"I need a red suit prepared in the next three hours" Mr. Kinn spoke, what am I the fucking flash?

"But sir a suit normally takes up to 5 hours and-"

"Are you saying you cannot make it?" He cut me off and I just hung my head low afraid of the outcome,

"No sir, I'll get started on it right way" I turned around on my heel and made my way to my room also my work area because they refused to give me another space.

I got started on the suit while remembering  the times I came here to be free and help my family back home. I really do hate it here and Kinn...I hate the fucking bastard along with his stupid bodyguards and his wife that he argues with like every 2 days.

Since I did not need to sketch out anything or draw new pieces that just gave me more time to add my detail and finish my creations. Since he wears the same style of suit every fucking day, I may get to finish early and get out of his and his wife, which is a man, eye sights.

After 2 hours of cutting, sewing and steaming. I was finished, I added my tag and made my way towards his room, most likely these bastard are fucking like wild animals which is nothing new ever since I got here. Two of his bodyguards were standing at the door so I gave them the suit and left to go back to my room.

Sadly I can't leave, not even to go to the Major house backyard or i'll be back in the room I hate the most, the torture room, almost everyone in this house has been there including Porsche, Kinn's wife. I sat there on my bed with my sketch book looking through the window just to get ideas but my brain is completely blank. I sighed, throwing the book onto and got up, I begin to clean the room, putting back needles, pins, the steamer and the iron table back to there respective places. And here I was...in the middle of my room laying like a starfish, because of bored of how I am, I ended up falling a sleep.

2 years ago
I moved down to Bangkok just share my talent with the rest of the world even if means to start at the capital first, leaving my home town and grandma behind just to fulfill this dream of mine. I started by opening a shop in a little shop that was once an abandoned clothing store, free mannequins for me. Getting started was the hardest and making sales were the worst but as time goes by I started to get a lot of customers and orders which was hard as it was just me alone. But hey I wasn't going to stop because I love the smiles and compliments from my beloved and dear customers. To here the shop bell chime and the sounds of boots or heels clacking against the chestnut colored hardwood floor sets off a spark in me. "Hi, welcome to Pete's Suits and Dresses how may I assist" I greeted customers with a big smile and they all seem to love it.  The one thing I love about my days is having children coming in, the little girls twirling in their dress and telling me how they feel like a princess to which I say they are or when the little boys tell me how the feel like their dad but really love their suit. Compliments from these tiny humans are enough to make my days.

But all those happy moments will always come to an end. That night I was closing the shop to deliver an order and to make my way home. I smiled at my shop and made my way down the street. I froze the sound of gunshots in the Alley in front of me startled me, but I managed to muster up the courage to move, dumbest mistake I've ever made, I felt a pain in the back of my head and the world around me went black.

Felt my self being dosed in cold water which woke me up, i trembled and looked around franticly, guns ,hanging bodies, and electric chair, blooded tools and men all surrounded me which freak the fuck outta me I could not even scream. "Well your a brave one aren't you?"  A voice spoke, "p-please just let me go I didn't do anything nor see anything and I need to deliver an order" oh how I'm a fucking idiot for doing that, "Oh its me, I'm the one your delivering to" the voice spoke again which made my eyes go wide and i sat there frozen listening to his evil laughter, "well then thank you" he spoke and the sound of his shoes on the floor led me to think he was leaving, Or so I thought that was until I felt electric shocks all over my body which cause me to scream, does this motherfucker torture innocent people for fun? I have been in this room ever since until I proposed an idea "Please no more of this, I can make suits for whenever you need them" The electric shocks stopped and so did everything else, "hmm, I don't see why not"

And this is where I've been ever since and its a fucking nightmare.