Mind

MIND GAMES

SOMEONE KNOCKED AT HIS DOOR, FIRST GENTLY, THEN VIGOROUSLY.  THE MAN WHO WAS DROWNED IN PAIN DID NOT BOTHER TO MIND WHO TAPPED AT HIS DOOR.  HE WAS CHANTING ONLY ONE NAME,'KONG, KONG, KONG, KONG,.............

The knock became so loud that he was forced to open the door only to find no one present there.  It happened twice, thrice and fourth time as well.  Arthit lost all his patience and just shouted his vocal cords out of his mouth as to who was it that came to disturb him.  But again he found no one there.  Frustrated, he vowed not to open again  since he was chanting Kong mantra and believed that  if he stopped in between may be the spirits would be disappointed and would not  fulfill his prayers.  

For past two days, Arthit was like a mad man roaming his one-room flat like a cat who had delivered its kittens.  He walked and walked in that four walls of his flat shouting, screaming, chanting, crying and vexing for Kong.  Arthit's health was deteriorating day in and day out.  He did not have even a grain of food or a drop of water and yet his circling the room for Kong did not dampen his spirit to call for his lover.

It was third day and almost then Arthit was crawling on ground round and round chanting Kong's name.  In spite of chanting and calling, Kong did not come back.  Slowly, he was drifting into unconscious state, tired  and jaded off energy.  Thereafter, he became oblivious of what happened next.  Slowly, a key was inserted in the slot and it was turned quietly without any noise.  The shadow entered very quietly like a mouse and closed the door after him.  

Kong went to the room directly crossing the hall way  and saw Arthit sprawled on the floor lifeless and without any consciousness in the room away from his bed.  He smirked at Arthit's state.  He gently bent down and caressed his cheeks and felt elated since his actions showed that Arthit had fallen deep into abyss of HIS LOVE.  

Kong unwrapped himself and laid on the bed, he sprayed a thick red blood liquid on his groin and on his lips, on his shoulders thereby staining the bed sheet and started screeching at the top of his vocal cords.   

'Arthhhhhhhhhhhhhhitttttttttttttttt, Arthiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttttt, save me, Arthiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittttttttttttt save me,  protect my virtue, I  belong to you, hhhhhhhhhhhhhellllllllllllllllllllllllllpppppppppppp meeeeeeeeeeeeeee'

The sudden noise brought a movement in Arthit.  His mind starting registering the voice for whom he was praying for.  He felt his Kong was in danger and slowly opened his eyes only to see his Kong stark naked and the blood oozing out of his body, especially from his inner thighs.  He gathered all his strength wriggling his body slowly to reach to his lover.  He barely worked his vocal cords in motion to say, 

'I ............a.....................mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm c..................ooooooooooooming, KKKKKKKKKKKKKooooooooooonnnnnnnnnnnnggggggggg, just wwwwwwwwwaiaaaaaaaaatttttttttt'.

By the time he squabbled to his bed, he saw no naked  Kong, no blood on his groin but a very faint sound of someone closing the door.  He slithered painfully up to the bed and saw  no one.  He screamed and yelled, he tried lifting the pillows to vent his rage, but he was weak, very weak and he thought that he was going mad, a real mad man.

Outside his door which was kept ajar, someone was savoring, pleasuring every pathetic moves of his lover.  Love could not be sweet always.  Love should be bitter sometimes, in my case always though.

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