His Hidden Crush

Chapter 13

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Zahran POV:

I was sleeping peacefully until the bright sunlight coming from the opened curtains fell on my face disturbed my sleep followed by the chirping of the birds. It forced me to come into the real world from my dreamland.

Groaning in frustration, I sat up on the bed while resting my head on the headboard. My eyes were still closed clearly wanting more sleep so did my brain. I didn't get enough sleep last night and I remembered why I didn't get enough sleep.

Flashback:

“Hey!! Someone's here? Why have you captured me? It must be a misunderstanding.”
I heard the same words from the same person for the nth time. Sipping my champagne, I was sitting on the couch in the living room with my legs crossed on the table in front of me.

“Please let me go. You must have the wrong person.” The captured person again pleaded. “No, I have exactly the right person here.” I smiled amusingly due to his attempts.

So the situation was that I had Rauf in my warehouse tied to a chair in the basement full of darkness. While I was enjoying listening to him begging to leave.

This bastard had the audacity to lay his filthy hands on my girl when I wouldn't even allow him or anyone else to lay their filthy eyes on her. He touched what's mine. He fucking touch her and now, I will make sure he would pay for his sin. I will torture him so badly that he'd beg for death but I wouldn't grant him that.

I smiled wickedly thinking about the plan I will execute. I will fucking love doing it with him. He will pay for what he did to her.

Finishing my champagne, I placed the flute on the table and headed to the basement. Calmly descending the stairs, my hand reached into my coat’s pocket and I took out the steak knife I had there.

The door opened with a squeak and I entered inside, closing the door behind me. It was a dark small room with only two chairs in it smelling like mold and mildew. Rauf was present in front of me tied to the chair with the ropes.

I turned on the light and took the chair in front of him and sat on it crossing my legs sitting with calm expressions.

I have not started yet I am fucking loving it.

“Please help me. Take me ou–” He stopped his sentence in the middle, not expecting me there. “Zahran, you!”
“Missed me, dear cousin?” I asked him sarcastically.

“Why are you here and why am I tied to this chair?” He inquired.

“Playing innocent, ain't we?”

“Huh?”

“Did you think that I will leave you for good after what you did?”

“What are you— Oh that. C'mon, It was not a big deal. Besides, what harm does it have when I tried to have a taste of what you were having repeatedly?” He replied shamelessly with no remorse and his reply made me infuriated.

“So we are playing it my way. Let it be then.” I thought. Even though his reply made me fucking furious but I kept my calm demeanor.

“What hand did you use to touch her?” My voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

“W-why are you asking?” He sounded scared. Good, he should be.

“ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION!!” I roared. He flinched.

“B-both.” He replied in a heartbeat.

“With which hand should I start then?” I brought my steak knife in front of him and eyed it and then him.