Deeper into the Lion's Den

A loud cry under the heavy rain is what woke me up. I am unsure how much time has passed since I've been away, but the only thing on my mind is Pete and how I am going to punish him for what he did. I felt betrayed that after all this time, he's still looking at Gave and not me.

"I'll make you taste what despair means, Pete. You would not be able to get away from me again."

Pete had me feeling all sorts of emotions. The first moment I met him, I could not help myself but think about him. His eyes when he smiles, the caring and kind aura that knows no judgment, and his lips. At that moment, I knew I would only have Pete for myself. I'm hungry for him, and he'll be in my cage soon.

Time passed, and my head was filled with Pete. And for the first time in my life, I want to change. I want him not to be afraid of me anymore. I know those eyes won't lie. Whenever he's with me, I know he feels unsafe, as if I'm going to hurt him. For the first time, I want someone to look at me and see me. See that I am not a bad person and that I have my reasons.

But he betrayed you. He chose Gave, who he feels safe with, over you. You must do the right thing, Vegas. My mind is urging me to do bad things to Pete. But my chest hurts; the physical pain is unbearable, thinking that Pete belongs to someone else.

It's only a matter of time 'til Pete will be yours. I'll make him regret the very moment he chose that weak bastard over me. You'll taste pain so hard you'd want to die. And I won't let you 'til I'm satisfied.

"Sleep well, Gave. I told you I'd take care of Pete myself. I'll wake you when the world is pleasant again."

I had this thought while I was away. If Pete has the nerve to fucking betray me, then he won't be any good for Gave. He'll only cause Gave another heartache, making our body weak. "I don't want that. I wasn't born to be the weak one."

I aimed for the door, my feet digging at the concrete with every footstep, loud and heavy, ready to crush someone. I found a man kneeling under the rain, shouting his lungs out but barely making any sound.

"Looks like I won't be having a hard time looking for you."

Pete's veins were about to explode as he bawled his eyes out, sobbing heavily, almost fainting. In a matter of seconds, my hand was on his hair, pulling every strand, hurting him as much as possible.

"Did you wait for me, Pete?" I asked as I forced his head to face me, pulling even stronger to his hair, strands loosely falling from my grip. Pete has all sorts of expressions playing on his face. He's crying, the look of despair evident in how his lips shake with every sob. Then, there's a look of confusion, maybe because I hurt him so much. And then his eyes flared up, dark and ruthless as he looked my way as if wanting to kill me with his stares.

I should be thinking of ways that I punish Pete, but damn, his eyes flared up; looks surreal and, well, sexy.

Manners, Vegas. Let the games begin.

I don't have the slightest idea why Pete is in this situation, nor do I care. If anything, I was pleased to see him hurt because I will add more salt to the wound, and he'll beg. The pleasure of hurting someone, I so miss it. I would be more than willing to do it for him because he doesn't deserve to be in our world.

I dragged him by the head onto the car and pushed him hard on the passenger seat. His shoulder bumped into the railing, but he didn't even flinch or make a sound, so unusual of Pete, who, with every little detail, reacts with surprise.

I drove real fast to my house, the place where Pete would discover who the real boss was. I shoved him into the cage that welcomed us as soon as I opened the door to the red room, my favorite place.

"What now, Pete? Don't you have anything to say to me? Look at me, you dumb bastard!" I punched him hard in the face. Blood started pooling from his lips as the diamond ring on my finger hit his face.

Pete was still not giving me any satisfaction. He hadn't spoken a word and looked stoic, sitting under the cage, expressionless. This is not looking any better.

"This is no fun at all. You're no fun, Pete! Come on, shout and cry! Are you not hurting enough?" I said as I poured water all over him, drenching his shirt, his shirt clinging close to his body. I could see his ab lines, those hard rock muscles, hidden under his usual thick clothes.

I kneeled before him, nudging his chin up to look at me. His masking his emotions quite well, but his eyes tell me he's about to break down any minute. Great, I thought. I will have to bring out my weapons to make him give up his tough act.

"Do it. Make it hurt so much that I'll be numb and won't even feel a thing." His voice had a strong conviction as if I was doing him a favor by hurting him.

"So this is how you want to play, huh? I'll give you more than what you asked for, then." I smacked him hard, three times in a row, then aimed for his body. His body tensed under each punch, realizing the danger that he had put himself in.

I dragged him out of the cage by his collar, pushing him hard on the wall as he found strength and started resisting. Mouth in his ear, I whispered, "Did you forget what you did to me, Pete? Why? Why betray me for the weak Gave?"

The mention of Gave's name shocked his eyes, getting darker and more dangerous. He spun over me, smacking his elbow at my neck as I tried to catch it mid-air. I was on the ground as he jumped over me, my body in between his knees, as he tried to let out all his anger while punching me in the face.

I must've triggered something at the mention of Gave's name, giving Pete this strength I never thought he had.

"I must have underestimated you," I said between each blow. He must've gotten tired and released me from his grip as he rolled over the floor and let out a long hard cry.

With all these scenes playing in my eyes, I couldn't help but wonder what was it about between them. What happened when I was not around, and why does Pete seem different. I should be the protagonist in this play, but why do I seem to look like the villain all of a sudden.

I suddenly felt hands on my feet, and I was preparing for a counterattack when Pete suddenly whispered under each sob, "Make this pain go away, Vegas. Make it go away."

All my anger drained out, and my knees became weak upon hearing him plead. I dropped to my feet on the same concrete Pete was lying on and the ground where Gave used to whip in despair.

I gently pat his back, all my reasoning gone, and muttered, "Cry all you want. I am here."