Bad Romance

A Gift For Him

“Arthit!”

Arthit furrowed his eyebrows, he had barely entered back after all the work from office when he heard Chiya from his little office room upstairs, only Chiya was allowed to enter it besides him and he knew something was up by her hurried shout.

Arthit took long strides before reaching upstairs to find her settled by one of the chair, a little relieved that she was alright, a bathrobe over her lingerie, the look on her face with her hair tied back in a bun, her eyes fixed on the computer's screen before taking notice of his arrival, it was clear to tell him that their one good night of stress busting sex was ruined.

“I just… was bored waiting for you so walked up here, and then I saw this! You need to do something!” Chiya's voice was engulfed in paranoia and he could almost see her shiver.

Arthit walked up to the screen, his body stilling to sight of a struggling Kong against whose grasp? Thanabop?!

“I didn’t know what to do! I thought he'll fight! He even had called someone before opening the door! I don’t know- Arthit!! He’s a baby!!” Chiya was freaking out beside him, getting to her feet, fear engulfing her, and Arthit’s trembling fingers reaching for his phone, realising his phone wasn’t there in his pocket.

Shit! He had forgotten it in the car!

“Do something! He’s a baby!”

Arthit found his arms finally take control, reaching for the telephone on the desk and dialling up the number of the servant who lived next door to Kong.

“Yes, Gino, immediately rush next door, get that bastard away from Kong! Now!” Arthit couldn’t stop himself as he roared over the phone even startling Chiya who stood there, frozen and scared, no longer daring to look at the screen, she was scared and she didn’t want to see any further as she buried her face into his chest.

“I have work.” Arthit said bluntly instead of comforting her, anger engulfing him, Chiya reluctantly moved away, her hands still shivering as she held onto her robe, looking at Arthit for a moment who sat there on the chair, eyes fixed on the computer’s screen.

“I have work tomorrow, I better catch some sleep.” Her voice was still quivering as she said and Arthit gave a mere nod as she left.

Arthit sat there, staring at Kong who was now slumped to the floor, staring blankly at the camera.

He knew.

Arthit was enraged was the least to say, why hadn’t Kong fought back?

The servant had left soon enough, Kong was alone and staring right at the camera like he could look past Arthit’s soul.

Arthit was frozen as he watched Kong remove his shirt, displaying all the wounds and scars over his body, Arthit felt his blood boiling.

But this is for your own good.

He heard a faint voice…. Like his father’s whisper to him.

The voices in his head.

He stared as Kong moved away, grabbing another pair of trousers and shirt as he left to the bathroom.

Arthit got up from his chair, time to get to his work now.

“Isn’t it beautiful?” Arthit smiled maniacally looking down at his work of art, writing in calligraphic font over the man's chest.

“We all go down for our sins.”