ROYALE

Chapter 27

A/N:
Hi, who misses me? None?
Okay then...
But I hope you miss TharnType and the story, though.

Sorry to leave you guys hanging.
Just been busy.

And got myself another ice cream to continue this.

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Type had calmed down even when his breaths were still hitched once in a while. Tharn had been holding his hands and never once let go of them. Tharn was warm enough to stop Type from shivering.

Type still mumbled 'sorry' even when he was drifting off to his slumber. Tharn didn't forget to plant soft kisses on Type's back palms.

Soft snores were coming from the younger next to him. Tharn slowly let go of Type's hand only to tuck the duvet over Type's body. The older guy got up from his bed and took his phone with him.

Tharn didn't want to disturb Type's sleep so once he had gone out of the room, he made a call.

"Father, I think Type really needs to get professional help." He sighed in frustration when the King at the end of the line picked the call. He didn't even greet his old man first.

The King sighed too, "Is he traumatized?"

"Yeah, he said that he's dirty and filthy when I started to touch him.." Tharn sounded down. He never thought Type would be anything like that when he touched him. Just imagining that he provoked Type's trauma hurt him.

"I will send a psychiatric tomorrow." The King agreed right away. Tharn didn't forget to thank him before he cut the call.

He leaned his body weight to the door as he sighed. His heart was aching knowing the fact that Type was experiencing this because of him. The urge to kill whoever made Type in this state had risen, his head was going to explode with the anger pulsing allover his veins.

Tharn needed a good 10 minutes before he walked back to the room and sat himself at the bedside. He was yet to lie himself down because his mind was torn. He wanted to sleep next to Type and be close to him. But he didn't want to trigger any of his husband's trauma.

He didn't have a will to leave Type alone in the room, so he would settle himself to sleep on the couch.

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The hands that he hated so much started to crawl against his skin. He shivered with every touch he received from the man behind the mask. He only heard rushed breaths that he couldn't even guess if it was himself or the man hovering above him.

Type wanted to throw up when his member twitched after that stranger groped on it. He couldn't deny the desires he felt when that man started touchinf him. His body was reacting on its own even when the owner hated the touches so much that he wanted to throw up.

He let out an erotical moans when the fingers of that masked man fondled his hardon behind his boxer.

It was so fucking disgusting that Type pushed and fought his own body by kicking his feet and throwing fists. But the other 2 men helped his friends by pinning down Type in the bed.

He heard Puifai was moaning while touching herself with some sex toys. Fuck. He could only curse silently because he was busy fighting his own desires as well as the men above him.

One of the man had an injection in his hand. Type didn't even know what liquid it was, but the next thing Type knew, his body started relaxed as his lids were getting heavier.

No.... No...!! He fought the effects of the drug but it had spread through his blood circulation.

He lost consciousness once again.