[AN: Previous Chapter: Gulf woke up at Mew's room at Clove. He was mistaken by Mew as his new host, but he already signed a contract, bounding him to Mew.]
4: King
Gulf disappeared for a week.
During those days, he wished his parents would look for him, or else hoped his friends would call him to ask where he was. However, his phone was confiscated by the guy sitting on a gold chair who had his back on him, typing away on his white MacBook.
He was still scared, but he wasn't exactly mistreated apart from the fact that he had slept with this guy they call Mew. To add insult to his pride, Mew had told him it was him, Gulf, who had insisted that they have sex.
He wanted to deny it, but he can't. Because now he can remember bits of what had happened.
And he wanted to kill himself for it.
On the first night, he wrapped himself tightly like a cocoon and just stayed on the bed, too afraid to move. Mew didn't mind him. They slept on both ends.
On the second night, Mew had stated some 'house' rules. He felt like a kid being reprimanded by a dad.
"No talking while I'm working."
"No eating on the bed."
"Must have showered before sleeping. Never sleep on the bed without doing so."
"Breakfast is strictly 7am. Someone will serve it here."
"You are not permitted to talk to them."
"Do not answer the phone. It is directly from the admin."
"Do not break anything."
"Do not try and open the locked doors."
He lost it by the middle of the list. He was not good at memorization at all and since when did he followed rules?
The third and fourth day, Mew wasn't around. Gulf had started exploring the house. At least he thinks it's a house because up to now he still can't convince himself that this is Clove.
"Holy moly. This room is huge." He plastered his face on one of the glass doors, and can see that there are separate rooms inside. From where he was, he can see a collection of expensive-looking action figures and thick hard-bound books. He stepped away in fright though, as he saw a sole shelf exclusively for sex toys. He eyed the dildo apprehensively and ran away.
By the fifth day, he was already used to being pampered and thought it was not that bad to be here. As Mew had said, staff come and go to bring him food or a change of clothes. No matter how noisy he was, they never talk back.
"Hey answer me! Are you robots or what?"
Mew would leave in the morning and return at night. During the times that he's out, Gulf would explore the whole place in the hopes that he could escape or at least find something to overturn this bastard. There are rooms that he cannot open at all. What if there are other people like him inside? What if Mew collects humans?
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General Fiction"You are going to stick with me until I get tired of you." Their first meeting was a disaster. Arrogant, no direction in life, huge money spender. Gulf Kanawut doesn't care about anything else and will do whatever he wants. So drunk one night, Mew...
