Pit babe One-shot

In the Shadow of Lost Promises 2

A look that could only mean something sinister.

Tin entered the house and immediately sensed that something was wrong. The living room lights were off, an unusual silence filling the space. "Mom? Where are you? Why are the lights off?" he called out, his voice echoing slightly. He made his way to his mother’s room, expecting her to be resting after a long day of crocheting and knitting. But as he opened the door, his heart froze.

His mother sat in her wheelchair, looking terrified, and a stranger—a man with a cold expression—held a knife to her throat.

"Mom! Mom!" Tin’s shout was cut short when he felt the cold barrel of a gun near his temple. He looked up and found himself face to face with Khun Naret, his mother’s former employer—and his lover’s father.

“Sir, why are you doing this? Please let my mother go,” Tin managed to say, his voice shaking. But Naret just chuckled, a cruel laugh that sent chills down his spine. Narit took a seat  on the bed , crossing his legs with a smug look. He placed the gun in the beside him.

“Come here,” Narit ordered, gesturing with a sneer. “Show me the loyalty I expect—like a dog. Show me your gratitude for everything my family has done for you.”

Tin’s mother sobbed, looking at him with a mixture of fear and despair. Not knowing what else to do, Tin knelt before Narit, bowing his head in forced submission, trying to protect his mother. Narit responded with a sharp, unkind kick, sending him sprawling back. His mother’s sobs grew louder, and she pleaded, "Please, Khun, don't hurt him. Don't do this."

Naret’s man drew the knife closer to her neck. "No!" Tin screamed, trying to rise, but Naret placed a booted foot squarely on his chest, pressing him back down, his eyes cold and unforgiving.

“Why are you doing this?” Tin asked, choking on fear and helplessness.

Narit’s face twisted with scorn. "Do you think you deserve any better? You think you’re worthy of my son? I expected your loyalty, as I had with your mother. But instead, I find you sneaking around with him.”

Understanding dawned on Tin. The real reason behind this brutality was his relationship with Naret’s son. “I’m sorry. I really am. But I love him,” Tin admitted. “I love him with everything I am.”

Narit’s expression darkened, and he pressed his foot harder on Tin’s chest, making him groan. “Stop dreaming,” he hissed. “My son is my only treasure, but my business comes above him, above you, above everyone. I have arranged for my son to marry someone far more suitable for the future I have planned.”

“I can make him happy, sir. I can give him anything, even my life. Just… don’t take him away from me,” Tin pleaded, voice breaking.

Narit’s lips curled into a mocking smile. “Your life? Fine, if that’s what you’re offering.”

Suddenly, two men appeared behind Tin, seizing his arms before he could react. Naret barked an order, “Teach him a lesson.”

The men began their brutal assault, raining punches and kicks on Tin. He struggled, but against both of them, he stood no chance. His mother’s cries filled the room, pleading through her tears, “Please, leave my son alone! Please, don’t hurt him.”

Tin’s vision blurred as the blows continued, pain overwhelming him, but he could still hear his mother’s desperate voice, her apologies, her pleas, as darkness started to creep in at the edges of his mind.

Some moments later

Tin lay on the cold, hard floor, his entire body throbbing from the beating. His mother, helpless in her wheelchair, could only watch, her face streaming with tears as she took in the sight of her battered son. She could do nothing but sit, restrained by both her physical condition and the horror of seeing her child suffer. Tin tried to push himself up, ignoring the stabbing pain that pulsed through him, inching his way closer to her. Kneeling shakily, he forced a small, pained smile and whispered, “Did they leave? They… didn’t hurt you, did they?”