Lying --- a normal human defensive instinct that allows a person to hide anything that he/she may deem shameful or detrimental for himself and the people he cares about. But what's funny is that instead of making you feel safe and secured when you...
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"I don't think you have the choice here, Mister." The tall and extremely handsome young man said with fierce eyes.
"Choice is always something that I have," he said in defiance to him. He wriggled his wrists from the firm hands that had him pinned on the wall of the room that were held high above his own head by the handsome boy. "And I choose to fight back, even if it means my own death. I'll fight back!"
"That I won't allow, Sir." He now lowered his beautiful face and put his lips just centimeters away from the shorter man's neck. Then he whispered. "I will never allow you to die."
His very flesh trembled when he felt the warm breath brushed on his neck. The hairs at the back of his neck stood on end.
"Shut up!" He shouted with so much fury as he successfully freed his hands and pushed the taller man so hard. He can feel his own heart squeeze inside him. This is what he had always been trying to avoid. He can feel his whole body quiver as he moved around the bed and give himself a safe distance from him. He needs to get as far from him as possible, or his own eyes will betray his heart. And he will never allow that to happen.
"As part of your obligation to me for buying you for the entire day," the man said after letting go a sigh of disappointment and leaned his back on the wall. His voice has a hint of pain in it, his words didn't sound like a command, but a plea. "I command that you answer my question with unequivocal honesty."
He didn't answer, all he did was hug himself to prevent his body from trembling even further. He is now almost by the door, ready to twist the knob and get away from this place as far as possible.
"I demand that you answer me!" His voice is now louder than necessary. He can feel his own heart revolt inside his chest, making his breathe heavy and warm. "Don't you feel what I feel for you, huh?!"
He kept silent and he tried to gather his things, in his face and gestures is that of a defeated puppy. He needs to get the hell out of here. His eyes --- they're now getting heavy by the second. He needs to vanish now, or his tears will fall, and his cover will be blown.
