After a while of sitting in the shower, crying his heart out, Kongpob finally removed his clothes and took a warm shower. He hadn’t brought any fresh clothes, so he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out of the bathroom. He walked to his wardrobe but stood there, unable to decide what to wear. An internal battle raged inside him—should he go or not?
“No, I won’t go. I’m not going to give my body to that bastard. No, I won’t.”
With that, Kongpob grabbed a shirt and loose shorts to wear, not intending to go anywhere. He changed into them and sat on his bed, trying to convince himself he’d made the right decision. But fear gnawed at him. What would Arthit do if he didn’t show up? He knew Arthit was capable of anything, but Kongpob refused to give in.
The clock read 7:50 p.m. He stared at it, repeating to himself that he wouldn’t go. But the closer the time got to the deadline, the more his fear grew.
Tick, tick, tick… one minute left.
Kongpob was already sweating, his heart pounding in his chest.
Tick, tick… doom.
It was 8:00 p.m.
Kongpob stared at his phone, anticipating something. His heart raced faster and faster.
Tick, tick, tick… a minute passed.
Nothing happened. Slowly, Kongpob started to feel a small sense of relief.
8:05 p.m.
His heartbeat began to settle, little by little.
But just as another minute was about to pass…
Beep, beep…
His phone rang, indicating a new message. Kongpob’s shaking hands fumbled to open it, his heart once again pounding in his chest. Closing his eyes, he touched the message icon, then slowly opened them.
“It’s a picture, I think…” he thought.
But when reality hit, his eyes snapped open. The picture on the screen was of a naked body, the head not shown.
“Oh my god… that’s my body,” he mumbled, pulling at his hair as tears automatically welled up in his eyes.
Another message followed. Then another. The messages kept coming.
Kongpob quickly read them, his breath catching in his throat.
“Hey, recognize that hot body?”
“I think you know whose naked body that is by now, right?”
“If you’re not here in five minutes, I’ll post it with the owner’s face.”
“And that’s not all… I’ve got even sexier pictures. I’ll happily pick a few to post.”
Kongpob was a crying mess. Shaking, he quickly typed a response.
“Please don’t… please,” he sent back.
Beep…
Another message came.
“Then you’d better hurry… Your countdown starts now. Tick, tick, tick.”
Kongpob couldn’t think straight anymore. Without wasting time, he shoved his phone into his pocket, yanked the door open, and ran out, slamming it behind him. His only thought was to stop Arthit. He ran as if his life depended on it, bumping into people along the way. Some shouted at him, but he didn’t care. He ran like a man possessed.
In the distance, he saw Arthit waiting, waving his phone and showing his watch, mocking the passing time. Kongpob pushed himself to run faster, but just before reaching Arthit, he tripped and fell hard to the ground.
“So bad, Kong. You’re late. It’s already been five minutes,” Arthit sneered, showing Kongpob his phone, his finger hovering over the button to upload the pictures.
“Please don’t… I’m sorry! I’ll do anything, just don’t,” Kongpob pleaded, tears flowing freely.
“Too bad, Kong. You need to learn your lesson,” Arthit said coldly and pressed the button.
“Nooo!” Kongpob screamed, reaching out toward Arthit as if to stop him. But it was too late. He collapsed on the ground, crying hard, pounding his fists against the floor.
“Please, no! Please delete them, please… no…” he sobbed uncontrollably, hitting the ground in despair.
Arthit shook his head, smirking. He bent down and lifted Kongpob’s tear-streaked face with his fingers. “Oh, my wifey is so cute when he’s crying.”
Kongpob slapped Arthit’s hand away and buried his face in his hands, continuing to cry. But Arthit didn’t care. He smirked and harshly pulled Kongpob up, dragging him toward a nearby car. Kongpob didn’t resist, too consumed by his grief.
Arthit roughly pressed Kongpob against the car and lifted his chin. “Listen carefully. I didn’t posted them yet. But if you disobey me one more time, I’ll post them without hesitation. Got it? Don’t test my patience again.”
Kongpob nodded, tears still streaming down his face.
“Good. Now get in the car. Don’t waste any more of my time,” Arthit snapped, opening the car door and shoving Kongpob into the seat before slamming the door shut. He climbed into the driver’s seat, visibly irritated.
“Damn it, you ruined my perfect moment,” Arthit growled, slamming his hands against the steering wheel. Kongpob flinched at the sound, shrinking into his seat.
Arthit glanced over at him. The tears kept flowing, but Kongpob’s face remained blank, staring out in front of him. Arthit’s gaze drifted down to Kongpob’s legs, noticing how his loose shorts had ridden up, exposing his thighs. Lust flared in Arthit’s eyes. He reached over and placed a hand on Kongpob’s thigh, rubbing it.
Kongpob flinched and looked at Arthit, horrified by the look in his eyes. Unable to bear it, he covered his face with his hands and cried even harder. But Arthit didn’t stop. His hand slid further up Kongpob’s thigh, edging closer to his goal. He licked his lips, savouring the moment.
But then, Arthit pulled his hand back and slapped his forehead. “Not here, damn it. Oh god, I can’t control myself anymore. Let’s go.”
With that, he started the car, driving recklessly fast, not even slowing down at traffic lights. His fingers fidgeted impatiently on the steering wheel whenever he had to stop, and the moment the lights turned green, he sped off like a rocket.
Kongpob sat in silence, watching Arthit and thinking about what was going to happen. He was about to give himself to this monster. The thought brought more tears to his eyes, and they flowed down his cheeks uncontrollably. He covered his face and cried, heartbroken.
But Arthit didn’t care. His mind was only focused on what was coming next, excited by the prospect of what was about to happen.
To be continued...
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