Their Captive

KIT

I still feel irreversible pain and panic flashing through me when I think of Kong in that hospital bed. I wait for Maitias to get that scum Kale to the basement. He has been on our radar for the past two days. All of our efforts to find him in the end found results. Maitias' car roared as he bought the scum tied, beaten, and in bad shape. A welcome party for all he is about to go through.

"Welcome, Kale." I hear Father speak. He was here to exact his piece of revenge. I will not let him kill him. No, he needs to suffer. Everyday.

"You bastard," Seb shouts while he punches the spithead. Pure fury burns through me. I want to be the one but I can't take this chance away from him. His family suffered the most.

Terry pulls him off.
"Enough Seb, he will get what he deserves. They will do it." I am surprised at his words because I know he doesn't like us. But may be.
Matias once again comes forward and takes him back to the chair next to our waiting Gregory.

For a single second, my mind flashes to Kong's condition, and I all but lunge at Kale with my knife. A sleek cut on his chest enough to bring brutal pain but not enough to die. He will not die. I will not let him.

"You all can take turn at them. But no one and I strictly mean no one is allowed to kill them. Not even you, dad." I make myself clear.

Arthit steps forward with saw in his hand just as everyone else leaves the room. A silent agreement to our decision. 

"You first dared to attack the family, then us. You really should've planned well to get us killed cause now we will make each day of your life a living hell," Arthit sets the saw right at Kale's leg as he cuts through them. No mercy. Gregory shivers and starts begging to let him go while I punch through his face and slices his arms. Each cut meticulous to bleed him and hurt him.

I move back. Their screams and agony do nothing to reduce the pain that has taken root in my heart. Kong, our moon is still unconscious and  pale. Those eyes scream. I almost lost him.

I pick my gun and fire. The shot blows Gregory's kneecap, and he squirms on his chair. Ear splitting screams erupt in the warehouse as both of them cry and beg. This is just the beginning.

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I enter the hospital with a single thought, Kong is awake. Dad called an hour ago. And we rushed back as soon as we cleaned ourselves. It took us hardly five minutes to Scrub ourselves of the blood. The black shirt we wore was doing a better job at hiding the other stains.

I threw open the door to Kong's room as Arthit rushed inside. An instant relief flushed in my core as I saw him drinking water. Seb next to him. Arthit was just as stuck to his place as I was.

Kong's eyes were scanning us. I could feel myself getting hot while his eyes raked through our bodies checking-checking for injuries. I know. Even in this state. He was bothered and cared for us.

"Moo-n," Arthit stuttered.
The answering smile on Kong's face was like the first light of the day. Full of hope. A hope that he is fine. He is alive. I didn't know I was holding my breath until I felt it go.

"We will leave you to talk," seb and Lily walked out as I took steps to his bed with Arthit on my side.

I grab the metal cart and squeeze the edge, trying to control my panic. I had to repeat it again and again. He is alive.

"Don't you ever dare to do that again." I spoke. My voice was rough and harsh. I knew I should not be speaking like that, but still. He could have died. Left us. I close my eyes, take a deep breath. There's an inexplicable something that's taking control of my heart.

"How could you do that? How the fucking fuck could you put yourself at harm? You knew that we couldn't have you gone. You knew it would break us yet. We wanted to die on that road, holding your body bleeding out. You are our life moon. You own us. Did you even think how we would survive knowing that you were injured because of us. Fuck! You. Cannot. Do. That. Ever! Do you hear me?" Arthit yells.

I look at Kong. He hates shouting, but today he is just smiling. A serene smile. Like he is contend. How can he smile. How can he?

I growl, and his eyes shift to me.

"Master-"

"No! Fucking no! You disobeyed an order. You blatantly disobeyed us. And what's the rule, moon?" I asked, keeping myself calm. He needs to learn. I can't bear the thought of what could have happened to him. How the fuck does he expect us to deal with this fucking rage?"

Kong cocks his head and watches us. Then he speaks

"Can you not say I love you, i can do with that, masters?" I blink for a second taken aback. He looks expectantly. Arthit is stunned as well, but he revives a lot faster than I do.

"I love you, moon. We love you. You are our heart and soul. You have no idea how much you mean to us. You are the very air we live to breathe. You have no idea how scared we were. I don't think we have ever experienced that, except when we thought we lost you in our childhood. We can't, baby. Not again. Please." Arthit says

"Pet, you are our soul baby. We can't exist without you. We love you till our last breath."

He tries to step out of the bed, but we stop him.

"Can I get a hug?" He asks. His innocence storrs the beast.

We hug him and kiss his face. Taking turns, we peck him carefully. He is our angel. Our source of light in this darkness.

"I love you both. Can I move in with you?" I stare at him. He is becoming bold.

"You are topping from the bottom, pet. Your punishment is still pending."

He smiles.

"We will have our hands full, Kit. Our baby is learning to open up his wings." Arthit says as he kisses Kong.