Captive

chapter 66

Behind the shadows

Bible stood in the shadows, his figure concealed in the darkness of his apartment, eyes burning with a fire that could melt stone. Across the street, on the balcony, Jeff and Pong were locked in a kiss—one that Jeff, no doubt, believed was safe, innocent. But Bible knew better.

His hand clenched into a fist, nails digging into the palm of his hand as the anger surged through him. How dare they? The room grew colder, the air thicker, as the pain of betrayal twisted inside his chest. His knuckles were white as he fought the urge to storm across the street, tear Pong away from Jeff, and make it clear who owned him.

But for now, he stayed hidden, watching, seething. You belong to me, Jeff.

Hours later, Pong walked to his car, his footsteps unaware of the storm about to hit. Bible was already waiting, leaning against a lamppost, his silhouette outlined in the moonlight. The coldness in his eyes sent a shiver down Pong's spine as he approached.

Bible’s voice sliced through the silence like a whip. “You’re fucking with the wrong person, Pong.”

Pong stopped, feigning confidence as he straightened up. “What’s your problem, Bible? You’re the last person who should talk about who Jeff deserves.”

Bible's lips curled into a twisted smile, dark and venomous. “I’m the one who deserves him. And you—” He took a step closer, voice dropping to a low, dangerous growl, “You’re the one who needs to stay the fuck away from him.”

Pong scoffed, but there was uncertainty in his eyes. “You don’t own Jeff, Bible. I don’t know why he ever fell for someone like you... You’re a monster.”

Bible’s smile deepened, his gaze dark and filled with wicked amusement. He leaned in, closing the distance between them until he was just inches from Pong’s ear. “You think I’m a monster?, He loves the monster tho” His voice was a dark purr, dangerous and seductive. “You don’t know the half of it.”

Pong’s pulse quickened, and he took a step back, unsure now, the tension in the air thick with hostility.

Bible’s lips brushed against his ear, his words venomous and twisted. “I’m the one who took his innocence, im the one who take his virginity . I’m the one who make him pain and pleasure begging for mercy. I'm the one who made him love and safe. I'm the one  who made him mine in every way that matters.”

Pong’s eyes widened, his heart pounding in his chest. “You... you’re sick. Stay the hell away from him.”

Bible chuckled darkly, his breath warm against Pong’s skin as he took a final step back. His smirk was pure malice. “You don’t get to tell me what to do. Jeff’s mine. And you? You’re just a fleeting shadow in the background.”

Pong took a step back, his jaw tight, but he knew, deep down, that this wasn’t a fight he was going to win. Bible’s grip on Jeff was suffocating, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Bible watched him walk away, a sadistic satisfaction gleaming in his eyes. I own you, Jeff. And no one—no one—can take you from me.

Bible slammed his fist down on the coffee table, sending his phone crashing onto the floor. His chest rose and fell with every furious breath, his eyes burning with unrestrained rage. The message from Pong-

I know you're the one who exposed Jeff's family, and I'll make sure he knows the truth-

flashed in his mind over and over again. It felt like a slap in the face. His grip on control was slipping, and that was unacceptable.