Unbroken Vows

Chapter 2

Mew stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at his reflection. His head felt clouded, as though something was just out of reach, a memory lost in the haze. The faint recollections of Tul, the man in the photo, the letter—they were all fading again. His father had been insistent that the medication would help with his recovery, keep him focused on his life with Lilly. Yet, deep down, Mew knew something was wrong.

His chest tightened as he swallowed the pills, the familiar bitterness coating his throat. But no matter how many times he tried to forget, that nagging sense of emptiness wouldn’t leave. Something was missing, something more important than what everyone was telling him.

Weeks passed in a blur, with Mew’s life a carefully constructed routine. Lilly at his side, his family hovering close, the weight of expectations heavy on his shoulders. It wasn’t until a corporate event, a charity gala filled with Bangkok’s elite, that the cracks in Mew’s carefully constructed life widened.

The room was grand, chandeliers hanging low over tables adorned with crystal glasses and delicate flowers. Mew mingled politely, his mind half-present, his smile hollow. As he stood at the bar, swirling a glass of wine, his eyes wandered across the room—and then they stopped.

In the far corner, a man stood, quietly sipping his drink, his face hidden in the shadow of dim light. He was striking, with a sadness etched into his features, as though life had worn him down, yet beneath it all, there was something so deeply familiar that Mew’s breath hitched in his throat.

He couldn’t look away.

The man caught Mew’s gaze, and for a moment, the noise of the crowd faded. Mew found himself drawn to him, his feet moving before his mind could catch up. When he reached him, the man looked up, his eyes distant, yet they locked onto Mew’s with an intensity that sent a shiver down his spine.

“Hi,” Mew said softly, his voice uncertain, yet something in his chest tugged at him, as though he had been searching for this man all along.

The man hesitated, his eyes flicking away as if he didn’t trust himself to look too long. “Hi,” he replied, his voice barely a whisper. His hands trembled slightly as he held his drink.

Mew felt a pull, something deep inside him that he couldn’t explain. “You…look familiar,” he said, trying to piece together the feeling coursing through him. “Have we met before?”

The man—Tul—shook his head slowly, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes. “No…I don’t think so.” His voice cracked at the end, as if the weight of those words hurt him.

For a moment, they stood there, strangers in a room filled with people, yet their hearts seemed to recognize each other. Mew wanted to say more, to ask why he felt this inexplicable connection, but before he could, a voice interrupted them.

“Mew!” Lilly’s voice cut through the moment like a knife. She smiled brightly, unaware of the tension between the two men. “There you are! Come, we have to greet the hosts.”

Mew blinked, momentarily disoriented. He glanced back at the man, but Tul had already turned away, retreating into the shadows as though he couldn’t bear to be seen anymore.

Something in Mew ached as he followed Lilly, but the memory of Tul lingered, like a haunting melody in the back of his mind.

Later that night, Tul returned home to Max. His body was tense, his mind spiraling as he thought of the brief conversation he’d had with Mew. There was something there, something he couldn’t explain. His heart had fluttered when Mew spoke to him, as if he had found something precious that he had lost a long time ago.

But that hope was short-lived.

Max had been at the event, watching from a distance, his anger simmering beneath the surface as he saw Tul talking to Mew. The moment they had returned home, Max’s rage erupted.

“What were you doing, talking to him?” Max spat, his face twisted in fury as he shoved Tul into the wall. “Do you think I didn’t see? Do you think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?”

Tul tried to back away, but Max grabbed him by the collar, slamming him harder against the cold surface. His voice trembled as he tried to explain, but the words wouldn’t come. Fear gripped him.

“I didn’t…he was just—”

Max’s fist struck him across the face, silencing him. The room spun, and Tul’s legs gave out beneath him. But Max wasn’t done. The storm of his anger was just beginning. He dragged Tul to the bedroom, his hands cruel and unrelenting, his voice a low growl in Tul’s ear.

“You belong to me,” Max hissed. “And tonight, I’ll remind you of that.”

What followed was a nightmare Tul couldn’t escape. Max’s cruelty knew no bounds. He injected Tul with something, the sharp sting of a needle piercing his skin. The drug worked quickly, keeping Tul awake, keeping him conscious, but rendering him helpless.

“You Are Mine…..Only Mine only mine” with every thrust Max repeated, Tul tears had not limit they were following endlessly he didn't know what to think even he was about loose strength but the drug Max injected him was acting upon to keep awake, only things Tul remember was the PAIN.

For two days, Tul’s world became an unending cycle of pain and terror. Max used him, over and over, forcing him into submission while the drugs kept him from passing out. Tul’s cries for help went unanswered. His body, already battered, felt like it was breaking under the weight of Max’s violence.

By the time it was over, Tul was a shell of himself. His body bruised and broken, his spirit shattered. Max left him there, crumpled on the floor, as though he was nothing more than a discarded possession.

At the same time, Mew couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong. His mind had been hazy since the gala, but flashes of Tul’s face kept surfacing. That sadness in his eyes, the way he had trembled when they spoke—Mew couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He knew that his parents, Lilly, everyone around him was trying to keep him in place, trying to keep him in a life that felt wrong. But the more he thought about Tul, the more he realized that there was something deeper, something he had forgotten. And Mew was determined to find out what it was.

No matter what it took.

To Be Continued