The Psycho Prince | Brightwin FF |

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At one moment he was very caring and in the next he would become violent. Win shut his ears with the palm of his hands as he watched Bright shake violently and tried to clench his teeth tighter inorder to stop growling.

He was sweating alot. As his eyes twitched. He craved for drugs. Or at least a smoke. Win wanted to stop him but didn't know how. Bright was just a different person, because right now his eyes were red and his pupils were constricted. He never saw him like that and he wished he couldn't because damn, he looked scary.

One fact was true though, the way Bright's shirt stuck on his body and when Win could see the tattoos through it, he couldn't help but drool over the view in front of him. He tried to smack himself and shout at himself, that this was a serious situation but no, the beads of sweat that was trickling down his neck and forehead, and the veins that popped out on his forehead and the tattooed neck was too much for him. Win gulped. Afterall he can never deny desire can he?

Or was it the environment of his home were he grew up, that made him like that? Win came to his senses when he heard a shuffle inside Bright's father's office. He placed his hand gently on the door frame and looked at Bright who was sitting in his father's grand chair and shuffling through the drawers with  trembling hands.

The next moment he saw Bright taking a lung full of smoke and exhaling through his nose as he calmed down. His hair was sticking on his forehead because of the sweat so he combed it with his free left hand and glanced up at Win. "Enjoy the view?" He smirked as he licked his lower jaw with his tongue inside his mouth.

Win nodded as he walked to him with careful steps. Bright looked at him from head to toe and made him sit on his lap. "You're sticky with sweat." Win pouted as the older just wrapped his left hand around Win's waist. "And we can take a bath together." He said as he licked Win's earlobe  making the younger shiver.

Bright took another whiff of smoke. He exhaled from both his mouth and nostrils as he spoke, "I can't let go of this." Win nodded in understanding. "But never touch drugs." He said as Bright nodded. "You know I could kiss you from your head to your shadow right now." He smirked. Win blushed, "Pervert."

Now at least Win hoped everything would be fine. Bright's eyes were getting into its normal colour and his pupils were okay. As he stared into those enchanting eyes, Bright leaned forward to kiss Win. The younger was hesitant to taste the smoke but it felt good. Somewhat toxic because of the bitterness of the tobacco but sweet because of Bright's tongue and Win's saliva.

The moment didn't last long for they heard some banging on the door. Bright stood up as Win jumped a little, as he was frightened because of the banging. "Go to your room, I don't think it's a good call." Win nodded as he rushed to his room.

His slit wrist was opening again because he forgot to change the bandage. So he decided to creep into the bathroom and fetch the bandage first.

Getting into the bathroom was easy as he fixed his wound up perfectly. His hand didn't function so well because his nerves had been slit. He wondered if he could lift heavy things again.

As he walked slowly towards his room he heard the sound of a click. Wait- that wasn't the door. He looked around to find an unknown guy behind him with a smirk on his face.

He held a black metal gun in his hand as he pointed it at Win's head. Win froze. "Ben I think I got another one here!" He shouted as he heard another man's voice. "Bring them!" Win wanted to shiver because damn the man held strong authority in his voice. He was grabbed tightly by the right arm and brought inside the room. "I guess he can be one of your play things." The man holding his said as the men standing inside snickered.

There were three of them. One was a tall, tanned skinned, handsome boy. He was eyeing Win, up and down. The other was glaring at the taller latter who stood opposite to his, who was eye raping Win. He was shorter, but had a fair skin but not as smooth and milky as Win's since we could see the hard training he must have got because he did have some muscles. The third guy was a little taller than the shorter one and had a better built than the shorter guy. The guy who held Win was a tall man but he was well built than anyone of them except...

A tall man stood in the middle with his back turned and his gun pointed at Bright's head. Win stiffened when he started turning around. Bright just started at Win. He was angry, Oh shit.

To Win's surprise, the man nearly jumped. "Win?" "P'Ben?" Both said in unison. Benjamin smirked, "Hello there little guy how are you?" Win tried to get himself free but the boy behind him stopped him from doing so. "Let him go Pavel, it's safe." The Pavel named man let him go as Win ran towards Bright and clung at his arm as if his dear life depended on it. "Don't shoot him P', please don't hurt him. I love him!" Win said in a hurry as his eyes were starting to tear up.

Benjamin smiled again, but it was a sinister one. He pointed his gun at Bright. "I can't. He beated the shit out of my friend, Tawan, and he can't even walk now. He needs to pay." Win threw himself in front of Bright.

"I'm not being overdramatic, but don't!" Win hissed. Benjamin's cold laughter rang in his head in echos, his knees suddenly went weak. If he lived for millions of years he would never forget that cold laugh and that intense cold gaze. "A child who wasn't even loved by his parents. Nor by anyone, do you think you can love someone?"

Bright was having enough of it! He roared, "So what if he does?" He said as he pushed Win away from him. Win ended up falling on the sofa. Bright laughed, it was hollow, sharp and deep. Win felt his skin start getting goosebumps. He walked towards Benjamin and with every step, Benjamin's smile grew wider and wider as he loaded his gun.

"You think you can beat me now? After all these years?" Benjamin gave a slight nod to the shorter latter. The guy rushed to Win and tied him up with ropes. Win was panicking as he couldn't shove the guy away. He was way stronger than what he looked. The taller tanned guy and Pavel charged towards Bright. They tied him up and held the ends of the rope. They forced Bright on his knees and stood far apart so that his arms were being pulled by both sides.

"I don't just think I can beat you up. But get you under me just like before. Make you scream in pain and pleasure. Make you, be a good boy." Benjamin said as he walked to the back of the grand desk.

Bright's head was hung low. As his eyes were hidden beneath his bangs, he laughed again. Ben smirked. "That's more sexy." He said as he stared at Bright. Win himself, felt uncomfortable as he watched the scene before his eyes. His mouth was taped so he couldn't give a remark.

Bright looked up and gave a sinister smile at him. He had the most evil look. "It's been a while...I haven't smelt blood because I stopped harming myself. I guess the time has come."

There it goes, the blood lust again. He broke free from the grip. Both men who held him stumbled. When they were going to charge Benjamin shouted, "Don't! I'll deal with him myself. I said don't Aydin!" The taller man gulped as he stepped back. Bright stood up as he still had that smile.

In no time, Bright, Pavel and Aydin were in a fight. To Win's surprise, Bright just got hit once and now the two men lay unconcious on the ground.

Benjamin seemed to be impressed. He walked to towards Win and leaned his face close to his. "You have become cuter right?" Then he looked at Bright. "Why don't I make him my plaything?"

Bright's laughter was icy cold as before but it was more likely like a laugh of maniac as he wiped his bloody lips with the back of his hand. "The toy you have chosen is broken."

It was foolish of him to be eased for a moment because the second Win's eyes widened, Bright felt a sharp pain on his arm and he dessolved into darkness.
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To be continued...