𝐃 𝐀 𝐑 𝐊‎ - 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐔 𝐍 𝐄 🤍

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I will repeat again, I do not condone to these actions. If these triggers anything, please, leave this one and read another Wattpad story. I am writing this mostly from my imagination, and sometimes from my life experience (only with the sleep problems such as sleep paralysis or issues. ex. the emotional breakdowns.) 

"Wouldn't want this to be leaked huh?" He waved his phone in Fareis' ( F A I R - IS   ---- like Paris or ferris ) face in a taunting manner, it was enough to make his face contort into shock and fear. 

"Since when did you record me? You edited that?" He spat out causing one of his bullies to land another hard punch to plummet into his stomach. This action made the boy cry out in so much agony he bent down, clutching onto it. Tears to threaten to pour out of his eyes, but he refused to cry once again in front of them.

"Listen up you pathetic piece of shit." He grabbed Fareis' hair and yanked it up forcefully, his eyes meeting the victim. 

"You. Will. Obey. I don't fucking care how much you boo-hoo about your life, suck it up, life is unfair alright!" He warned. 

"You make my life unfair." Fareis gritted his teeth, and when he looked up into those seething grey eyes that pierced into his soul, he wished he could look away. Those eyes were too similar, too familiar, too close. It could reach him to the breaking point. It was those type of eyes that could haunt you in your sleep. When you're trying to sleep, these pair of eyes would pop up in your mind, making you scream and inflict pain on yourself such as clawing your flesh until you rip it and watch as the red blossoms on your hand.  

"I don't do anything, you do this to yourself." He let go and made him drop to the concrete. 

"Stop playing dumb you asshole! You and I both know very well that you're doing these type of shit with malicious intentions." Pain was all he felt now, besides raging anger. No love, no remorse except how dumb those motherfuckers are, no pure happiness, and not even sadness. Just numb and fury once in a while. 

"Drop the "tough" act. You were born to serve, not dominate." He smirked as he put his hand out to one of his friends. The friend handed his gun over to him. 

The leader of Viné Le Fleurs, if it wasn't already clear enough, is Pacton Marquis. A disgusting human being that certainly does not belong on this earth. Evil people like him were most likely going to end up in hell. And no FUCKING doubt he knows that as well; that's why he continues his illegal doings. As cruel and cold he is, his attractiveness is what makes people instantly bow down to him. 

His jaw and facial features are so sharp, it could probably cut through anything. His jet black hair was styled like he was a CEO of a company, his lips were pink without a trace of cuts or dried up blood, his eyebrows were thick and straight, and not to mention the slightly visible scar under his eye. Pacton's body was packed. His muscles could be seen through his white sheer shirt, and his abs looked so delicious, any guy would think of that. Tattoos were scattered around his body as well as piercings. He was the definition of titanium and diamond merged into one.