In This Together ⛓️ {KhaiThird/SeanThird} -English Ver.

CHAPTER 10.

WARNING: The following story contains SENSITIVE TOPICS (PHYSICAL, SEXUAL, PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE; KIDNAPPING, MURDER, SUICIDE, UNMODERATE AND EXPLICIT VIOLENCE, USE OF WEAPONS, DRUGS, ETC...); If you are under 18 or simply CANNOT TOLERATE reading this type of situations and plots, I INVITE YOU to please STOP READING IMMEDIATELY.

Third felt several footsteps enter the room and tensed; would Tong come to punish him?

The sound of the lock being removed let him know that they would open the coffin. He waited calmly until the light reached his eyes and he saw the boss looking at him with a smile. Beside him, Rome was shaking, unable to contain his tears.

His younger double had his eyes wide open and his arms as well as his face were dirty with blood. Even his clothes contained red stains but what was most striking was a completely crimson garment that he pressed against his chest.

Khai's shirt.

It was impossible for Third not to recognize it; the look full of pain he saw in Rome caused him to feel a chill. It couldn't be real.

— Give it to him — Tong hit the young man from behind so that he took a couple of steps and stood in front of him. Rome stretched out his arms, still shaking, tears still falling in droves and his hands were so cold that Third thought he was touching an iceberg.

He was not wrong, those were his beloved's clothes.

—Did you kill him? —He whispered in disbelief, assimilating that the blood on Rome was Khai's. —You killed him... Son of a bitch! —Third threw himself at Tong full of anger and ready to hit him, but was stopped by his men and locked up again. Rome could hear his desperate screams in the wooden box and the feeling of pain combined with helplessness made him feel worse.

—Please...get him out of there...he's going to hurt himself —He begged through tears —Boss...please...

—Rome, who is your owner? —The boy looked at him scared without understanding. —Answer me, who is your owner? —It was the first time he asked him that question and the younger did not know how to answer it. —I forgot that I have to mark all my toys.

The boss walked over to the bed and sat on the edge calling him. Rome was scared, but he didn't hesitate for a second to submissively go to him. The older man told him to lie down on his legs and he did.

Rome didn't know what to expect in that position, he could feel the boss making signs to his men, he didn't understand what was happening. Tong caressed his hair while laughing evilly.

The next thing the little one felt was the pain of the needles being embedded in his neck along with the characteristic sound of a tattoo machine. The assimilation came to his mind quickly. Tong was marking him as his own. The same shameful mark that his doubles had. It was painful, even so, the idea of ​​resisting or complaining didn't cross his mind. Not after seeing Khai.

When the boss finished, he asked him to stand up.

—Rome, tell me something, did you know they wanted to escape? —The boy paled. —You knew? Don't make me repeat it.

—Yes sir... I knew...

—And why didn't you tell me? —Rome continued to listen to Third's screams and insults inside the box. —You saw how I left Khai, right? Do you want me to do the same to you?

—No sir... please... I didn't want to... —The tears began to fall again —It was all White's idea... he was the one who said it...

—Fucking liar. —Tong laughed to himself —It seems I've been very gentle with you all this time. Calm down, that'll be fixed...