𝐃 𝐀 𝐑 𝐊‎ - 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐔 𝐍 𝐄 🤍

3

Fun fact that I mentioned earlier. This book is a remake of a very old book I created 6+ months ago. That old book only had 3 chapters. The title is the same and the plot for bullying is the same except I changed this book's plot and LORE a lot compared to that one. And nothing from these chapters I created came from that old book. These are fresh from my mind. Why? Because I made all the chapters into Korean to practice my vocabulary. 

It's been a long time since I wrote this book specifically, so I will have to look into my notebook for my plot outline and storyline so I can remember what I was going to write again. Oh boy.

"This is your room." Pacton stopped in front of two french doors and opened them, revealing an elegant and spacious bedroom. 

"Why does it have to be so fancy?" Fareis narrowed his eyes.

"Do you like sleeping with the rats in the dungeon? Would you prefer me to put you there?" Pacton smiled menacingly. 

"It's better than seeing your face to be honest." He replied back savagely, as he inspected the room. 

"Too bad. You'll see my face until you are in a coffin." 

"I'll kill myself before I go crazy from it then." Fareis smiled.

Fareis scowled at the spacious bedroom. It was adorned with the finest furniture and decor, with a luxurious four-poster bed serving as the centerpiece. The spacious walk-in closet was stocked with expensive clothes and shoes, and there was even a separate dressing room. Fareis could not believe his eyes.

"I hate it!" Was the immediate response.

"It can't be that bad. Are you really complaining about having a supplement of things only the luxury could afford? Think about those kids in poor regions of Africa, do you think they get to have free access to this type of bedroom anytime?" 

"Shut up, your voice is killing me alright!" 

Pacton for a second had a flicker of anger in his eyes before it settled to the usual disdain look. It was currently dusk, the sun was rising down and he would've appreciated it... except he just got kidnapped. So it didn't really help his situation right now. He licked his chapped lips and decided to ignore Pacton. He walked over to his bed and flopped face down onto it. It was like landing on marshmallow. It cushioned him very nice and he could smell the fresh laundry lingering on it.

"So. Now that you've settled, we should discuss that video that you recorded of us." He replied casually. Pacton was eyeing his fingernails and a ghosted fog covered his eyes. 

"What video." Fareis lied, his eyes staring into the mattress. 

He felt a hand brush through his hair, and he pretended to not notice the touch. 

"You can drop the act." Pacton said lightly, his voice had a hint of annoyance which delighted Fareis.

"This isn't a musical theatre." He grumbled into the mattress.

"I saw you, we saw you. We all saw. I can ask my group of assistance about it." The man laughed, sounding cold. 

The boy didn't say anything, he was about to submit when he realized that this was his life he was giving, not anybody else. He snapped his mouth shut and bit hard on his cheek, the taste of blood filling his mouth. He held his breath, the sound of his heartbeat giving out a rhythmic beat. For a minute, only silence made a noise. 

But the silence was loud.

Out of nowhere, Fareis felt the cool air hit his face. He was being lifted up by the waist and getting carried to a bathtub.

"Stop! STOP!" He screamed, kicking his feet.

"Oh you're being a big baby aren't you?" Pacton let out a sigh.

Once they reached the bathroom, which was literally right next to the bed, of course, he opened the door. The sound of trickling water and the scent of lavender candles made him overwhelmed. The sink counter was huge enough to withstand five people as it was made out of marble. The faucet was made out of pure gold. The Jacuzzi was steaming and foam was shooting out of the water jets. The steam made the mirror with LED lights fog up. Jazz music was being played from the speakers all around the bathroom. 

"Is this a bathroom or a spa?" Fareis growled and bared his teeth at Pacton who tried to sneakily strip his clothes off.

"I told my servant to set up the bathtub. I knew you were going to be fussy about me cleaning you. She poured some Himalaya salt in the bathtub and did all of this work to make you relaxed. So don't be so tense dear." 

"I'm old enough to take care of myself, thank you very much!"

"But in my mind, you're a child, so shush." Pacton smirked; the smirk looked more like a wolfish smirk rather. He raised his pointer finger and placed it on Fareis lips. 

"You're so pretty... if only you could submit to me...."

Fareis didn't say anything, but was slightly curious. He blushed for a second when Pacton's lip trailed his jawline to his neck and placed a soft peck on it.

That's when it hit him, he was standing naked in front of the man.

"Wh...what?!" He yelped, trying to run away from him but Pacton swept him up.

Fareis gritted his teeth and tried to punch himself free from Pacton's grip, but he was no match for the man's strength. Despite his struggles, he found himself being lowered into the hot, steamy water of the Jacuzzi.

"How did you-?"

"Distraction." The man gave a slight grin.

Despite his initial resistance, Fareis was surprised to find the hot water soothing and relaxing, especially after the intense stress of their confrontation. He let out a deep sigh as he sank deeper into the water, relaxing his body for the first time since his capture.

As he sat in the warm water, Fareis couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. It was as if all the weight of his worries had melted away, leaving only the warmth of the water and the soothing sounds of jazz music.

"See? That wasn't so bad, was it?" Fareis' thoughts crashed when he heard that smooth voice. Pacton was staring at him.

"You know it's rude to stare." He hissed.

"I know, why else do you think I don't socialize a lot." 

"Because no one wants to is why!" Fareis cried out.

"By the way.. I was meaning to ask you about this, what happened to your face?"