𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆. 𝑲𝑺

Thirty seven

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Singto trembled visibly, a cold sweat breaking out across his skin. "You're not yourself, Tay. This isn't you! Please, just let me go," he pleaded, desperation seeping into his voice.

Tay stepped closer.

"Yes, you are right, Singto," he replied, an unsettling calmness in his tone. "I'm definitely not the person you once knew. And who do you think is responsible for this transformation? You, Singto. Only you are to blame for my condition," he said, an ominous smile creeping across his lips. "And that's why I've come up with a better plan—one that will help me regain control."

"What do you mean by that?" he asked cautiously, dread pooling in the pit of his stomach.

Tay's smile widened, but there was no warmth in it, only cold malice.

"To erase you from this earth for good," he declared, the finality of his words echoing in the silence that followed.

Singto's lips quivered, and fresh tears spilled down his cheeks, a visceral reaction to the horror unfolding before him. "What are you going to do?" he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

Tay rolled his eyes, feigning disbelief. "Oh, come on, Singto! You still don't get it, do you? You still don't understand the reason you are here," he said, his voice dripping with mockery as he locked eyes with Singto, who was desperately searching for a flicker of the Tay he once knew.

"Well, let me enlighten you," Tay continued, his tone growing more intense. "You're here because you are meant to die in my hands. For everything you've done to me, you think I will just let you live your happy life with that son of a bitch?" He shouted, the raw pain evident in his voice, " I still love you so much, but you are like a curse in this world. I can't let Krist win by having you all to himself."

Singto flinched at the mention of Krist's name. Tay's eyes burned with a mix of anger and sorrow.

"He has always been number one in everything, while I've been relegated to the sidelines. I was okay with that, until you came along. Yet, again, krist had become number one in your heart. And I just can't stand it. Why did you choose him over me, Singto? Why?" Tay's voice broke as a single tear rolled down his cheek.

"Because my heart chose Krist, Tay," Singto replied, his voice thick with emotion. "You have to understand that I can never force my heart to love you the way you want me to. I know you will find someone who will love you just as much as I love Krist."

Tay's expression darkened.

"My heart chose you too, singto! And that's why I can not let him have you? No, Singto. We are both going to lose you after you are dead. I won't give Krist that pleasure."

"Tay, please. This isn't the answer. Hurting me won't make any changes of how I feel about about you and krist. You have to stop this."

Tay stepped back, shaking his head as if trying to shake off the truth. "You don't understand! It's not just about you and me anymore. It's about reclaiming what was taken from me, what I lost when you chose him. If I can't have you, then no one will!"

"Tay," he said softly, "this isn't love. This is obsession."

Tay's brows furrowed in anger. "Obsession? You think I'm obsessed? You don't see it, do you? You don't see how I've suffered because of you! You don't see how your choices have torn me apart!"

"I see it," Singto replied, his voice steady despite the tears streaming down his face. "And it hurts me to know you feel this way. But killing me won't bring you peace. We can find a way to move forward. Please, Tay, let me go."

For a moment, the room was silent, suspended in time as Tay's expression wavered between rage and anguish. Singto could see the internal battle raging within him, the love and pain wrestling for dominance in his heart.

"You know," he began, his voice low and steady, "I've been thinking of ways to make you feel the pain you've caused me. The way you've hurt me time and time again." He toyed with the gun in his hand, twisting it around his fingers as if it were a mere toy rather than an instrument of death.

He aimed it upward and pulled the trigger, the deafening blast echoing through the space. Singto flinched, his eyes wide with fear. He screamed, tears streamed down his face.
"But you know what? That wouldn't be enough," he stated, his voice dripping with malice. "So I thought of something much more... personal." He pulled a small, glinting knife from his pocket, the blade catching the dim light and reflecting a cruel shimmer.

Singto's breath caught in his throat as Tay approached, the knife hovering dangerously close to his stomach.
"No, Tay! Please don't!" he begged, trembling uncontrollably, the cold steel making contact with his skin. "Just don't hurt me!"

Yet, Tay merely chuckled darkly, a twisted smile creeping across his face.

"But that wouldn't be enough either," he mused, slipping the knife back into his pocket as if it were a mere trinket. "Then, I planned something far more exquisite for you, Singto. Something that will make you squirm for every last breath."

"What are you talking about?" Singto stammered, his heart racing as he glanced around, desperately.

Tay stepped back, his eyes gleaming with a sadistic delight. "Do you see that bench you're standing on to? The one that's keeping you from dangling? I'm going to take it out from under you, and you'll be left hanging, dangling in the air, helpless."

Fear shot through Singto like a jolt of electricity.

"No! Tay, please!" he screamed as Tay moved closer, a sinister grin plastered on his face. He pushed the bench using his leg, and the bench crashing to the ground, leaving Singto suspended in the air.

"Ah, the thrill of it all!" Tay exclaimed, watching as Singto struggle. "And just to make things more interesting..." He turned and pulled open a heavy cage door nearby, revealing a dark pit filled with crocodiles, their eyes glinting with hunger.

Singto's heart sank. "What are you doing?! You can't be serious!" he shouted, panic rising in his throat as he caught a glimpse of the scaly beasts below.

"Do you see those weights hanging on either side of you?" Tay continued, his voice dripping with malice. "I'm going to stub one on your right, right where the crocodiles are waiting. As the sand pours out, the weight will become lighter, and eventually, you'll be thrown right into their jaws. Isn't that just wonderful, baby?"

"Krist! Krist!" Singto shouted, hoping against hope that krist would somehow hear him and come to his rescue. "Please, Tay, don't do this! You don't have to!"

Tay's laughter echoed through the warehouse, a haunting sound that sent chills down Singto's spine.

"Oh, you poor thing. You really think Krist can save you? He's probably in the morgue," Tay said mockingly, his eyes sparking with delight as he reveled in Singto's despair. "I tampered with his car brakes. I knew he would go on a search looking for you, but I wanted to make sure he wouldn't get the chance. I wanted him dead, I mean I have always wanted him out of the way. Isn't that just poetic?"

"No! You're lying! My krist can't just leave me like that!" Singto cried, his voice breaking. "You're evil, Tay! God will punish you for this!". And krist will kill you!"

But Tay only rolled his eyes. smile widened, a mixture of madness and satisfaction. He pulled the lever, and the sound of sand pouring began to fill the air, echoing the countdown of Singto's doom. Singto could only cry

"Good bye my love, krist love you, but remember I love you more. He turn and walked away, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tried to avoid singto's cries and begging. Only to halt when met someone who walked into the Wearhouse