Kinnporsche, Volume 4, page 5
Vegas sneered at me. His eyes roamed all over my body, leering like he was coming up with some wicked plan.
“That’s right, I have my reasons. Now, I want…” Vegas paused, clasping his fingers around my neck and slowly pulling me toward him.
“Wh…what are you doing?” I asked nervously. I contemplated whether or not to resist him. I didn’t know what would give me a better chance at escaping this situation: resistance or compliance.
“I want sex…”
I squeezed my eyes shut and pushed my head back against the force of his hand. Warm breath ghosted closer to my face. No! Stop it, you bastard! What should I do?
“My reason is because I’m horn—”
My stomach growled loudly. Vegas paused mid-sentence.
“Are you hungry?” he asked.
I quickly pulled his hand away from my neck and nodded. My stomach had saved my life! “Yes! Do you have anything to eat?” I said, eager for the chance to change the subject.
Vegas sat up and looked at me in confusion. “Didn’t you eat dinner?”
“I did!” I seized the opportunity to complain about the shitty food I’d been served. “But the sausage, eggs, and spaghetti you feed me are insufficient! I want rice!”
Vegas chuckled. “We’re an upper-class family. We only eat Western food and American-style breakfasts.”
I frowned. “I’m hungry.”
“Suck it up! It’s going to be morning soon.”
“I don’t want to eat bread and salad anymore,” I whined. I couldn’t believe I was saying all this, but I was so hungry that it was pissing me off.
“Just deal with it,” Vegas said with a laugh. “My dad’s new wife only eats that kind of food. She’ll throw a tantrum if we serve the regular stuff.”
He was smiling as he spoke, but his eyes showed annoyance. The situation looked like it was taking a turn, so I decided to stop nagging him about food. I accepted my fate. I pretended to focus on typing again and kept my hunger to myself.
After a stretch of silence, Vegas suddenly swore, “Damn it!” He stood up from the sofa with a sigh, put on his slippers, and left the room.
What the hell was that about? I wondered what had gotten into him this time. I only hoped he wouldn’t be mad when he returned. I was sick of his shit!
Vegas was gone for a long time. I hurried my typing, hoping to finish his report before he returned so I could pretend to be already asleep. I didn’t want to face his wrath again.
However, the door slid open, and Vegas returned before I reached the last highlighted paragraph. A mouthwatering smell suddenly hit my nose.
“This is all we’ve got,” Vegas said, putting down a bowl of instant noodles in front of me. It was overfull, the broth almost reaching the brim.
I looked between him and the bowl.
“Is this for me?” I gasped, pointing at myself in surprise.
“Yes! I couldn’t find any other food. The maid probably put dinner away already.” He sat down on the sofa and fumbled around for a book to read.
“Why is there so much soup?” I asked, looking at the enormous bowl. It had far too much liquid for only one packet of instant noodles.
Vegas put down the book and glared sharply at me. “Stop being picky!” he said, sounding mildly irritated. “You should be thankful I made it for you at all.”
“You made this?” I asked, taken aback.
“I just added the hot water.”
“Why didn’t you ask one of your subordinates to do it?”
He lifted the open book until it covered his face. “We don’t have men patrolling the inside of our house like the Major Clan does. They’re all outside. I didn’t bother to call one of them in.”
“So, you added the hot water without looking?” I grumbled, tasting the soup with a spoon. “Mmm, it’s pork flavored. You added too much water, though. It’s so watered down, I can barely taste it. I’d rather eat cardboard—” I immediately shut up when I realized what I’d said. You blurted shit out without thinking again. Don’t be a dumbass, Pete!
Why was I such a blabbermouth? Had I become like Porsche? I froze on the spot and didn’t dare look at Vegas. What if he got angry and flipped the hot bowl of soup over my head? Shit, I hate my big mouth!
“Argh, you’re so damn picky!” Vegas exclaimed. He rose from the sofa, snatching the bowl back before he left.
Great. Now I didn’t have anything to eat. Although that bowl of noodles was tasteless, it still could’ve filled my stomach. Now I had to go back to being hungry. I was so stupid!
Vegas was gone for some time. I was lucky he hadn’t poured the hot soup on me. I kept berating myself for my stupidity. I braced myself for the consequences of my actions.
The door slid open, and Vegas returned once more. I didn’t dare look up at him, but I noticed that the soup had a more robust aroma this time. He placed a bowl of instant noodles in front of me—it had about half the amount of broth this time.
“Happy now?” he asked. He lay back down on the sofa to continue reading his book without sparing another glance in my direction.
I didn’t dare utter another word to him. You did it, Pete! See what happened after you put the blanket on him last night? Being obedient was working out better than I thought it would. I told myself to continue with this plan—I might be able to get out of here somehow.
I mixed the noodles with the soup before slurping it all up. I smiled at my brilliant plan as I chewed, still unable to believe that there was a light at the end of the tunnel now. Vegas made you a bowl of noodles because he was thankful for what you did. You’re so smart, Pete!
Vegas took the bowl out of his bedroom once I’d finished. He even sprayed copious amounts of air freshener until its scent permeated the room. What a neat freak.
I ignored him and went back to typing up his report. The next time I turned to look at him, Vegas was already asleep. I’d completed my task by then, so I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth—and this time, I didn’t hesitate to get the extra blanket from the cupboard for Vegas. Should I give him two blankets tonight? He might feel twice as thankful.
I dropped that thought in the end, though; I didn’t want him to think I was doing anything to annoy him. Just go to bed, Pete!
***
The next morning, Vegas left very early again. I woke up to see him walking around the bedroom, but I pretended to be asleep—I didn’t want to face him. It was so frustrating having to tamp down on my emotions and reactions around him.
I went about my day as usual: I showered, made the bed, and tried to remove the chain. Repeating these tedious tasks was all there was for me to do.
When Nop brought me food, I had no choice but to eat it. It was still the same Western crap: bread, cream of mushroom soup, and a salad. My muscles would wither if I had to eat this every day. But what could I do? Even though I was practically a prisoner on death row, I should have had the right to eat the food I liked!
After I ate, I made another once-over of the room, searching for sharp objects. Although my hope was wearing thin, I still needed to try, because succeeding would be everything.
It was late in the afternoon. I was lying on my stomach on the floor, stretching my arm to reach under the bed. I hoped Vegas might have dropped something—a pair of scissors, a knife, some other blunt object—and kicked it under the bed. I was going to continue searching without giving up.
I was startled by the sound of the glass bedroom door sliding open; I turned sharply.
“What the hell are you doing?” Vegas barked.
Shit! My life was over. Why had he come home so early? It was still the afternoon!
“Umm…” I gulped nervously and started pushing myself up and down. “I’m doing push-ups!” I answered, trying to stay calm.
“Push-ups?” Vegas raised his eyebrows, confused.
“Yes!” I kept doing push-ups vigorously. “You lock me up in here all day. There’s nothing to do besides eat and sleep. I’ll lose all my muscles!”
“Sheesh, all right!” Vegas headed to his closet to change out of his university uniform.
I couldn’t help but ask, “How come you’re home early?” I wasn’t really interested, but he usually didn’t come home until it was dark.
“I only had one test in the morning. I came home after it was finished. What’s your problem?”
“Nothing,” I said, silently lamenting that the time I had to myself was getting shorter each day.
Vegas finished changing and came to crouch down next to me. I ignored him and kept doing push-ups.
“Oh, my friends are coming over to work on our report. If you make any noise or do anything you shouldn’t…I. Will. Kill. You!” Stressing the last words, he pushed my back so hard, I almost hit my face on the floor.
I turned to glare at him. “All right!” I replied tersely. Why couldn’t he have said it nicely? I would have understood!
So, his friends were coming over. It’d be interesting to know how they’d react if they saw my bruised body chained up in his room. They might call the police, and Vegas could be charged with sexual assault and false imprisonment. That would give him several years in jail!
I got off the floor when he left for his desk in the other room, and I hopped onto the bed to think about how I could let his friends know I was here. The glass door was a one-way mirror, so they couldn’t see inside. The room also seemed to be somewhat soundproofed. What should I do?
“Hey, man! Why did you ditch us after the exam?”
Two of his friends had entered the next room. I was glad to see some new faces. They could be my salvation!
“Go check his room, Jay. Let’s see if he’s hiding someone in there. He always goes straight home after class lately—it’s suspicious.”
One of his friends walked around Vegas’s office before heading straight to the bedroom. Yes! Come in! I’m in here!
“Cut that shit out!” snapped Vegas. “Are you going to work on the report or not? If you aren’t going to do it, then fuck off!”
His friends immediately quit their antics and headed toward him. “Hey! You’re always so cruel!”
Yikes, what a control freak. Vegas even ordered his friends around like they were his subordinates. He’d never get far in life acting so entitled all the time.
I was disappointed. His friends had almost found me! I paced around the room, trying to concoct another plan.
Then I caught sight of the tray with the empty plates. An idea suddenly popped into my head…
Crash!
I pushed the tray off the table, and the plates fell to the floor with a loud clatter. The reaction from Vegas’s friends was immediate.
“What the hell was that sound?”
I heard some commotion, and then everything went quiet. I knew it wouldn’t be long until someone opened the door. I started counting down the seconds in my head, hoping one of his friends would come in.
Creak…
The door opened and closed. I quickly pretended to be startled by the broken plates on the floor.
“Damn it, Pete!” Vegas stood with his hands on his hips. His eyes were fiery with rage.
Fuck! It was just Vegas. There was no sign of any of his friends.
I gulped. “Wh-what? They just fell. I didn’t do anything,” I said, quickly crouching to pick up the broken plates. Suddenly, it became difficult to breathe. If my plan fails, I’m dead!
“Did you really think that stupid stunt would help you get out of here?” Vegas demanded, his voice harsh.
“I didn’t do it,” I flatly lied, trying to dodge the blame. I wondered why his friends weren’t curious about the noise. Didn’t they want to come in and check?
“Don’t do it again!” Vegas warned, pointing his finger at my face. “Clean this up!”
“I got it!” I grumbled. He glared at me once more before he left. I sighed in relief. I’d expected him to be angrier than that.
With that escape plan down the drain, I was back to square one. I thought about giving up—the possibility of escaping Vegas seemed like a delusion at this point. But you guys get it, right? I was desperate to escape, so I was willing to try anything, no matter how impossible it sounded. Even if my plans failed, I’d know I had tried my hardest.
After cleaning up the broken shards, I went to wash my hands. I splashed water on my face to freshen up, muttering to myself that I had to find a way out of here, no matter what.
As I returned from the bathroom, the glass door to Vegas’s bedroom suddenly slid open, and I was confronted with an unfamiliar face.
“What the hell?!”
We both jumped. Vegas’s friend, still in his university uniform, stared at me from head to toe.
“Who the fuck are you?” he asked.
“Help… Please help me,” I begged. I grabbed his arm, afraid to let this opportunity go.
“Thew! Hey, Thew!” the guy yelled.
I craned my neck and saw another man—Thew, presumably—coming over. Vegas was nowhere in sight.
I shook his arm and continued begging, “Please, you have to help me.”
“Shit, Jay! What the hell are you doing?” I heard Vegas yell. He rushed in and yanked his friend away from me.
His two friends hesitated. “What is this, Vegas?”
“Why did you come in here?!” Vegas screamed at his friends.
“I needed to use the bathroom,” Jay replied, sounding nervous.
This was finally my chance to escape. I sidled up to Jay. “Sir, please help me!”
Jay stared at me in silence, as if he was pondering something. Then, he shifted his gaze to Vegas.
“Well, well… Now I know why you’ve been so eager to go home when you usually like to stay at my condo,” Jay said, crossing his arms over his chest and circling me. His eyes were unreadable.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Get out, both of you!” Vegas brushed off his friends and tried to push them out of his bedroom.
“Help…” I whispered, looking between his two friends.
The three of them exchanged looks in silence; Vegas was clearly trying to tell them something. Then, Jay’s gaze shifted from curiosity to leering.
“Mmm… He looks delicious. Why didn’t you tell us you were hiding the good stuff?”
My heart sank. My chance at an escape had met another dead end. Fear began to creep in; I backed away one step at a time.
“He’s got a decent face and a nice body,” Thew said, stalking toward me. “Vegas, you selfish bastard! You’re keeping him all to yourself?”
The situation suddenly felt dangerous. Somehow, I instinctively moved to hide behind Vegas’s back. I was afraid to look his friends in the eye.
Vegas craned his neck and looked sharply at me. I stared in horror, my hands tightly grasping the hem of his shirt. Then, Vegas turned back and sneered at his friends.
“You want him?” Vegas asked. “He’s a great piece of ass.”
Jay raised his eyebrows provocatively. “Can I?”
“No! Don’t…” I shook my head frantically, squeezing Vegas’s shirt tighter. I knew what Jay meant; I was terrified.
“So, can I fuck him?” Jay insisted.
“No! Get out!” Vegas yelled harshly, pushing his friends out of his bedroom.
I heard them laugh and shout back, “Protective bastard! Fine, we’ll leave. You’d better have a good explanation for us!”
My knees gave out. I crumpled on the bed, hyperventilating from the shock. I couldn’t believe Vegas was friends with such vile men. He surrounded himself with horrible people—it was no surprise he’d turned out to be such an evil bastard himself.
“So, do you still want someone to help you?” Vegas asked as he returned to the bedroom. He slapped my shoulder and grabbed it hard. It hurt a lot, but I kept my head down and accepted my fate. I was both scared and disappointed.
“Why do you always rile me up? You like making me angry, don’t you? Answer me!” Vegas pushed me against the bed and pinned me down with his body.
“Vegas, please let me go,” I begged, hoping he might finally take pity on me. My body trembled in fear.
Vegas huffed. “You never learn, do you?” he said, pinning my arms down.
I thrashed against his hold. “Vegas… Don’t…”
“You don’t want me. Do you want them instead? Should I call them back in?” he hissed, leaning his face in closer until our noses almost touched.
“Vegas!”
“Stop fighting back, or I’ll hurt you! I’ll make sure it hurts more than last time!”
I froze and bit my lip hard, trying to keep myself from crying. A terrifying realization slowly dawned on me:
There was no way out.
Do I really have to let him humiliate me again? Will it hurt less if I stop resisting him?
Perhaps I simply had to endure what was to come.
“Can you let me go?” I asked. I knew he’d turn a deaf ear to my pleading, but I needed to say it; I had to do something.
“It’s your choice—either them or me.” Vegas gave me an ultimatum. I squeezed my eyes shut as he pressed his body harder into mine. I couldn’t see any other way to escape this situation…
So, I surrendered.
“You… Only you.”
Side Story:
Vegas × Pete 7
PETE
“YOU… ONLY YOU.”
I just blindly said it. In my heart, I didn’t mean it. I wanted to run away from this place, but as Vegas often pointed out, I was trapped here—so I had to swallow my pride and let Vegas do vile things to my body over and over again.
There was mockery in Vegas’s predatory eyes, as if he’d already won; his smile slowly widened as he gradually bent down to nuzzle my neck.
I closed my eyes, my body stiffening and my skin crawling. Vegas made me disgusted with every part of my body, so much so that I almost wanted to die instead of living on in this defiled flesh.
“I love it when you’re obedient like this,” Vegas whispered breathily as he nibbled at my earlobe, sending chills down my spine. I swallowed thickly, knowing full well the torture I would soon face.
“Let me go…” Even though I knew I had no way out, and even though I’d stopped struggling, my mouth still begged him to stop. I wanted to resist. I wanted to fight. I wanted to use all my strength to push him away, but if I did that, I’d only make the inevitable agony worse.
