The Bound Collision

Chapter 47

FOURTH'S POV:-

I jolted awake, gasping as a torrent of icy cold water slammed against my face. My eyes shot open, heart pounding as confusion clouded my mind. The chill crawled down my spine, leaving me shivering. I blinked rapidly, trying to shake off the disorientation, but the room around me was a blur. My arms felt heavy—bound. Panic surged as I realized I was tied to a chair, my wrists painfully secured behind my back.

What the hell happened?

Where am I?

I struggled, but the ropes only cut deeper into my skin. My legs—tied too. The fuck! Water dripped down my face, making my blurred vision harder to clear. I blinked, trying to focus on the figure in front of me.

"He's awake, sir."

The voice hit me like ice. Where was I? My mind raced. I pulled at my restraints, trying to move, but nothing gave.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I snapped, my voice hoarse and strained. "Where am I?"

"Tone it down, kid." A sneering, indifferent voice shot back. I turned my head, desperately searching for anything familiar, but the dim room was as disorienting as my foggy vision.

As I tried to piece things together, a horrifying realization struck like lightning, freezing the blood in my veins.

I wasn't alone.

Ace?

WHERE THE HELL IS ACE?!?!

Panic surged through me, but before I could react, a harsh beam of light suddenly hit me, forcing me to squint. A voice followed, loud and taunting.

"Well, well, well. Look who's finally awake."

I forced my eyes open, trying to adjust to the brightness. There was a bulb above my head, glaring down. But that wasn't the worst part. When I turned my head slightly, my stomach twisted, my hands clenched painfully behind me.

Not him. Not this obsessed, deranged bastard.

Arthit stood just a few steps away, a twisted smirk plastered across his face. "How are you, baby?" he crooned, his voice low and sickening. "Took you long enough."

"Are you out of your fucking mind, Arthit?!" I spat, my voice sharp with fury.

"For you? Definitely." he smirked, dragging a chair in front of me and sitting down leisurely.

This isn't obsession. This is pure insanity.

But I didn't have time for his craziness. I snarled, "Where is Ace?" My voice was hard, the question more of a demand.

"Ace?" he replied with fake innocence, tilting his head.

"There was a kid with me, you psycho! Where the hell is he?!"

"Psycho, huh?" he sneered.

"Listen to me, Arthit," I growled, my words colder than I thought possible. "You're out of your fucking mind if you think this is a game. If Ace even gets a scratch, I'll skin you alive."

The smug grin faltered for a split second. He leaned forward, grabbing my face roughly, forcing me to look directly at him. "You're not in any position to make demands, Nattawat," he hissed. "You're tied up. I'm the one in control here. Don't make me force you."

His grip tightened, and I could feel his breath on my skin, but my fury burned hotter than my fear. 

"Fuck you!" I spat, my words dripping with venom.