- Pete -

I said, closing my eyes.

Even though in my heart, I wasn't really feeling that way at all. I wanted to run away from here, but because of what Vegas said, I had to endure it by myself.

Allow this bastard to do bad things to me time and time again.

His eyes stared at me like a hunter, sneering at me as if he won me as a prey.

His lips slowly stretched into a smirk before his face slowly stooped down,

burying his face on my neck. My eyes remained closed and my body tensed. I felt goosebumps all over myself. The bastard Vegas ran his lips all over my

body. I was confused as to whether I really wanted to die or if I wanted to

keep living in this filthy body.

Said Vegas, gently nibbling on my earlobe. His faint words whispering by my ear made my spine shiver and tingle. I swallowed down hard because I knew how much suffering I would face after this.

Even though I was helpless and I had a calmer attitude, my mouth still wanted to plead for him to stop what he was doing. I wanted to resist, I wanted my body to struggle. I wanted to use all my strength to get it

out of my body. But if I did that, I'm going to get hurt even more. That fucking Vegas will always do the same thing.

I felt the warmth of his breath and the wetness of his lips, as he kept sucking

and biting as he wished. The more he touched me, the more my heart began to throb with fear. His thick hand gently caressed various parts of my body while my chest kept tensing.

Vegas said in a low tone.

The tip of his nose inhaled along my collarbone as he slowly slid down. As

soon as the tip of his tongue touched the top of my chest, I immediately felt a new sensation. It burned all over my body as a tingling in my stomach crept into my feelings. I bit my lip as Vegas started sucking so hard. But it didn't hurt like before, instead there was just an incomprehensible feeling.

But even then, I felt a bitterness in my heart. I was trembling, and before I

knew it, tears began to flow. I didn't want to admit how weak I was. I wasn't sad, but I was filled with suffering and agony that it was too hard to bear.

I couldn't even cover it up because I didn't know how much fear I was

showing. My hand that was also being held tightly by Vegas twisted into the

bed sheet until it was completely crumpled. Tears continued to flow from the corner of my eyes.

Vegas, who was kissing my chest, froze. I didn't know was going on because I kept moving my head around the bed as if I was looking for cover. Both his hands suddenly released me from his grip. The weight that had been pressed against my body became lighter. I narrowed my eyes at him with paranoia.

The bastard Vegas pulled away from me as he brushed back his hair and let out a heavy sigh.

Vegas said, getting annoyed. I hurriedly backed away from him until I felt the headboard of the bed against my back. I raised my hand and casually wiped my tears.

The bastard Vegas stared at me. I

immediately turned my face away from him.

I didn't know what Vegas would do after this. Somehow, he didn't look

daunting with his behavior, and he didn't look as angry as his voice. But I still didn't trust him anyway.

Vegas cursed. He was like talking to himself.

He ran his hand through his hair until it was completely messed up. I didn't

even want to turn around and look at him now. I was already scared. And it

was getting harder and harder to keep it from showing.

I suddenly heard Macau's voice. I was sure it was him because Vegas

had an immediate reaction even though it couldn't be heard very clearly. He hurriedly walked out of the room without any hesitation.

I looked up through the glass door and saw his underlings running towards Vegas with agitated

expressions. Vegas ran out immediately.

When I saw that, I was relieved that Vegas finally got out of the room. I rushed to the bathroom, managing to take off my pants and quickly washed away the dirt from my body. I kept scrubbing hard until a red streak spread across my chest. The soothing scent of the soap hit my nose which made me calm down. I began to think of various reasons in my head.

Just now, why was Vegas like

that? My fear began to fade little by little. The paranoia began to disappear as well. Now, only questions and confusion replaced every feeling I had.

Maybe I'm succeeding? Vegas is probably starting to get bored of me. I wasn't that rude anymore. I didn't fight and I didn't talk back much. He might be not having any fun anymore. It was boring, not exciting, because I didn't offend him like I used to! This method worked. I was baffled but I felt like I could finally see the light at the end of the tunnel in my vision. Shit, Pete! You'll get

to escape!

My shower lasted for an hour. I tried to stay calm and normalize my mood as much as possible. I had to forbid him to show his disgrace because he was playing with me again. I had to go with the flow!

Just follow what he says! I checked myself and put on the same sweatpants, not wanting to only use a towel because I didn't know if Vegas had returned. And as soon as I walked out of the bathroom, I was surprised! That bastard just came back into the room.

I kept drying my hair with the towel, pretending to ignore him. Vegas looked cool, but his face looked like he was embarrassed about something. His eyes looked gloomy, as if he couldn't focus. He walked over to pick up a pack of cigarettes, then went straight to the balcony and slid the door wide open. His back leaned against the edge as he lit a cigarette.

God! Why was he smoking there? I want one, too. Argh, I haven't smoked for a long time. I want it, I really do. I was so stressed that I wanted to take ten cigarettes and light them all together and take a deep breath. Damn it!

Frustrated, I walked over even nearer to him. My body unconsciously

approached his direction and inhaled the smell of cigarette smoke that

continued to flow in the wind. My life is so miserable!

While I was deciding whether I should ask for one or not, I was afraid he'd get mad at me. I could only make up my mind and take a deep breath. I've already thought about it in the bathroom. I won't show my fear or paranoia to Vegas.

The more I saw how he's starting to act towards me, I got more determined.

Huh, he was starting to get bored of me. Get bored then, I won't fight you and I will act as normal as possible.

I was a little startled when Vegas suddenly spoke up without a warning. Sigh... My mind was weak right now.

Vegas blew smoke out of his mouth. His gaze was distant for a long time. I

turned left and right to check if he was talking to me or not. But in this room, the only people were the two of us. He was probably talking to me.

I stood still and listened to him. Should I really express my own opinion or not? Was he asking me or was it just a statement?

I said all of a sudden. I forgot to close my mouth and I cursed myself in my mind. Why would you want to know about it, Pete?!

I stood still and listened to Vegas.

That sentence was a bit confusing for me. He sounded like a father that

wanted the best for his son, more than his dad could ever be. I thought about what he might be feeling, and I felt hurt.

I noticed that Vegas' eyes were turning red and he clenched his one hand tightly. I didn't know why, but I felt more sympathy than hatred. I knew I should feel victorious and satisfied, but I wasn't. Even though Vegas was awful with all the shit he's done to me, he just seemed so sad. He seemed so pitiful that it was just heartbreaking.

Vegas threw the cigarette butt out from the balcony and walked towards me. I didn't know where I got the courage to stand still and face him. My fear had vanished. The only thing that remained was a new feeling I was getting from him.

He whispered, his voice raspy. His face was filled with many emotions such as sadness, regret, disappointment, and weakness

that I had never seen before. Vegas clenched his jaw hard as if he was trying to suppress everything inside.

I didn't know what I should do. Vegas looked so delicate. I knew he will act tough on me again later, but only for this short moment, he wasn't the intimidating brute I got to know before.

Before I could even say, 'It's alright,' Vegas lowered his head and leaned

on my shoulder.

he said in a muffled voice. He moved his forehead to turn to my

face. He released both his hands and dropped his weight on me, indicating

how weak he was right now.

he said in a trembling voice, trying to hold it back.

I also wanted to tell him that I don't want to be here, too! But I could only

reach out and gently caress his arm and comforting him to make him feel

better. Just so he wouldn't be angry and go rampant again.

We stood still like that for several minutes.

Vegas didn't say anything else. I could only stroke his arm back and forth.

I was confused about how I should feel about this bastard. Sometimes he

makes me hate him. Sometimes, he makes me feel sorry for him. I was

completely confused. I didn't know what I was feeling. Living with Vegas was like living with someone who was about to go crazy.

Vegas looked up from my shoulder and said quietly. I didn't want to say

that I was actually just confused. I had to survive and stay alive.

I frowned slightly at the question. My anger was gone already. All I had to

do was follow him to survive the day!

Vegas raised his eyebrows. He was really observant. Then he spoke even more.

said Vegas before walking away, picking up his towel, and

immediately rushing to the bathroom.

What was that? What did he mean just now? What was he comfortable with?

Uh... Well, he wasn't the first person to say that. The young master used to say that he loved me the most because being with me is fun. That's the same, isn't it? That must be what he meant. But why was Vegas having fun? He should be bored! Don't be entertained! I have to be the most boring person in his life!

The day passed with confusion. I quickly put a bolster pillow in the middle of the bed and closed my eyes to sleep before Vegas came out of the bathroom.

Even though I thought I was tired, I couldn't sleep. I secretly watched him

walking around the room for a while before laying down and going to sleep.

What's with him?! Why was he acting different today? Did he drink something or took some medicine? Or maybe this was the result of my prayers? Which is why I narrowly survived today? What a moron!

... ... ...

When I woke up that morning, I did everything the same as always. When I opened my eyes, Vegas was putting on his student uniform and left the room after. I was glad every time he wasn't in the room with me, so I'd be

comfortable and free. The asshole brought me food as usual. You don't even have to guess what it is. Dammit!

Macaroni soup with bread. I'm going crazy!

If I escape, Grandma won't recognize my face anymore. I'm starting to think my eyes are probably going blue from all these Western foods I'm eating.

My days went by with boredom, circling the room like a prisoner. I had no way of entertainment here. At least actual prisoners still had things to do.

Meanwhile I was like a madman walking back and forth in the room. Doing some exercise, trying to pry the chain off for a while, and search the room again. Then I went to sit and lie down while reading a book. I really can't do anything here! My brain thought of ways to escape, but nothing worked!

Screech~ The sound of the door opening in the late afternoon caused me to take my eyes off the book, and then frowned. I saw Vegas walk in while carrying a bunch of bags before placing them all on the sofa. Then he sat and leaned back, pulling on the collar of his shirt and fanning himself like he was feeling hot.

Said Vegas. I didn't want to do it

because the room was already cold. But all I could do was reach for the air

conditioner remote and follow his instructions.

Vegas got up from the sofa. He took all the bags and threw them on the

bed in front of me.

I said as I opened the bags one by one. Most of them were necessities.

There were pajama shorts, long pants, and clothes in assorted colors but

labelled with famous brands. There were also facial wash foams, soaps,

shampoos, etc. I hurriedly searched everything hoping I would find a razor blade for shaving but there was nothing like that.

Said Vegas with an indifferent

expression. He leaned forward, looking at the way I searched inside the bags. I picked up something from one bag before furrowing my eyebrows and taking the little, golden box out. I made a surprised face.

I accidentally yelled at him. I held the box of condoms in my hand and looked at him with disbelief.

Vegas said, a sly grin appearing on his face.

I threw the box of condoms at him. But he smiled again. I forgot myself again and accidentally said my thoughts a little. Sigh... You gotta

learn to calm down your mind more, Pete.

The good-humored version of Vegas came out of nowhere. His face and voice was cheerful and happy.

I whispered to myself only so he wouldn't hear.

Then I began to pick up another bag and took it out to change the subject and wipe the smug devilish look on Vegas' face.

I took the books out of the bag and read the titles on the cover one by

one.

I asked him curiously.

said Vegas before going off to do his own business in the room.

I said with honesty.

Then I sighed and put the books down. During the exam, I didn't read as many books as when I did back in Khun's room.

Vegas seemed to know something was

bothering me.

I said stubbornly. If he wouldn't let me go anywhere, he should give me

something that I will find fun. As for the phone, that's just a bonus!

I took all the courage I had and told

him that. I knew the chances of him doing what I wanted was zero. I must

have been very lonely which is why I accidentally freaked out and yelled at

him. But I really do miss the series we watched and the karaoke machine back in Khun's room.

I gulped in horror. What kind of entertainment was it? Did he mean what I was thinking of? Don't mess with me in broad daylight. I'm going to change and act boring for you again, so just you want and see, you asshole!

But I was overthinking it. I was haunted. Vegas walked up to pick up a guitar in his office and sat on the sofa. He placed his long legs across the table, then shifted into a comfortable sitting position to tune the guitar strings. Don't tell me he was going to play the guitar for me. I sighed heavily and rolled my eyes at him.

I said softly.

I immediately frowned.

This bastard Vegas will sing. Well, it's not like I've never seen him do that

before. Back when I was spying on him, I often saw him playing the guitar while hanging out with his friends in college and singing with them together.

But this is hilarious. What's up with him?!

Vegas slowly gazed down at my body and I had to grab a pillow to cover my upper body which was bare.

I can't do anything about it. I should've just let him when he first wanted to. He was getting more and more strange every day. I was in a good mood until I lost my temper.

And so, the bastard slowly strummed the guitar. It was a tune I was familiar

with, but I couldn't figure out what the song was exactly. But as soon as he opened his mouth to sing the lyrics, I immediately frowned.