Trigger alert !!'mention of abuse and sexual act.. not overly described but implicated .. please read with the alert in mind .. let's mark it 🔞

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Singto stares ahead, waiting, that's all he can do, just wait...with a heavy heart,  he is waiting for a figure to emerge from the darkness of the mansion, when the beast gets satiated and let's him go..he himself stands amidst the darkness of his balcony away from the all seeing  eyes , no one should know he is standing here waiting for krist, to catch just a glimpse of him, especially Nuwa and Nuwa's eyes and ears in the mansion..

..yes, Nuwa is back from his Singapore movie shooting in mere two days, they even did not get three days of relief from the evil incarnate, and it's been a week, since  krist is back in the golden thorned cage..,his soul getting burnt alive everyday, again and again...

Singto hardly gets to see him, except at the meal times, where he has to watch the younger again succumb to the depths of hell that Nuwa pushes him into everytime his hunger for krist gets spiked, it has exponentially increased as he had been away from him, or Nuwa senses Krist's hidden admiration for him..

Krist as usual thus bears the brunt of this hunger and possessiveness on his body, every damned nights now, and Singto can only watch and seethe and be appalled,.

He tries to be there though, the pain the younger bears cuts through Singto also alive, sometimes he tries to say by his eyes to krist that he is still the most beautiful to him, he is still cared for,he is not getting abandoned , Singto is not going away , clearly knowing, they both are playing a dangerous game of hide and seek with the devil himself.

But somedays are just so hard, Like Today, Singto painted him while playing the piano as Nuwa has literally stood on their head, his possessive presence suffocating them. They couldn't even exchange the secret glances or the non accidental accidental touches. So today has been the most torturous day of all days, no , Singto dispels that thought. The most torturous day till date is the day when Nuwa arrived again and possessed those pink lips in front of his eyes..the lips which he had been able to taste only twice ,once in the studio room in front of their only witness and support Crisa and then in the breakfast hall washroom in pretense of washing their hands..

The house is completely wired and under CCTV surveillance, and krist is always watched by Nuwa's pet servants inside the house, even at night, and outside of the house by those two muscled men. Atleast when the clock strikes three or sometimes four, Singto can watch the younger come out and roam around in the garden, with his dear whiskey bottle, talking to the moon or sometimes talking to him in pretense of talking to the silent white globe, watching everything..

Singto listens, not daring to have a conversation or give his position away, hell, forget about dare to go outside and be with him..he knows the night guards watch Krist's every move even at such a god forsaken time ..

That night, after party, they had a case of sheer luck, that Nuwa was not told about both of them sitting for sometime together in the lawn..and they spoke to each other without surveillance.

Singto sighs.. where is he? Will he not come out tonight, has the beast completely fatigued him again.. making him even unable to walk or sleep or even do basic things..but morning, he knows, the younger again will drag his body, keeping the stoic exterior, showing no pain, no fatigue, no nothing,just some nauseating marks on his body to show the world who his master is..and Singto like a coward only will be crying and wishing ardently that things could change..that he could have attended that party and met krist .. two years back..

Yes, he was invited,since it was his brothers biggest block buster premiere and their company had acquired the number one status in entertainment industry. But he had felt no need to come back to his country to partake in his family's show off celebration of amassing riches. He delves again in the world of what ifs and time travel, as he waits for the younger to show up.. he just wants see the younger even from far away from the confines of his balcony, his own prison, he just wants to be assured that Nuwa has not completely destroyed him or he has not completely destroyed himself .

Because he has felt it within him, the younger's urge to end the storm raging in his life, someday soon, no the younger never uttered the exact words to him neither to anyone else but he has felt it with each passing days , something is not right, something is amiss.. the younger seems more distant, more vacant , more broken if that is even possible..

Singto has one friend in all these, Crisa , and he has started discussing a way out of the country , a plan of running away with krist, with her help. They have discussed ardently about their plan, while in the guise of painting the murals in Krist's studio. . He has already contacted one of his famous painter friend who owns a private jet . He will be able to give him the private jet three days from now, on Wednesday. if that day they fail to board it, then he again has to wait for one more week, till his friend can spare him his private jet again.

Singto knows in his heart , it has to be on this Wednesday. .. he has to speak to krist to discuss about the plan, but how? He just hopes crisa is able to again find out a way to get the bodyguards from entering the white room of the studio, tomorrow. The guards have insisted on sticking to krist like a glue, not even giving him private time with his sister anymore,

Nuwa's clear instructions has befallen them when he came to know Crisa is having her holiday break and is helping Singto with the mural paintings of the wall, it has reached Nuwa's ears, the very next day of their stolen moment of the passionate kiss. After that krist has avoided coming while they paint ..taking away their another rendezvous chance .

Singto gets worried as he sees his watch, it's 340 am, no sign of him.. he sighs, may be he should retire back.. his shoulders droop dejected as he starts going back inside the room..

A single soft knock on the door, Singto gets startled.. who can come at this hour, no it can't be,!! but he nevertheless hurries to the door.

" krist!  How!!"

" let me come in phi Singto."

" yeh but .."

krist stops his spoken words by his lips , as he pushes Singto inside the room on the bed..

" krist.."

Singto again tries to speak..

" shhhh..phi Singto.."  he again tries to capture back the lips..

" wait Krist, let me first tell you the important news, I have devised a plan to get us away from this country, this Wednesday, just be at the aerodrome with Crisa I will give her the location. I wanted to speak to you regarding this for so long.. how did you get away from the guards."

" I saved money..money buys loyalty."

" so krist about Wednesday...."

krist doesn't let him speak anymore as he lightly nips at his lower lips asking for permission and Singto can only moan and grant him access, as he pushes his tongue exploring devouring, tasting the nectar kept away from him for so long.. their own taste like a drug so potent, giving them high,  they can't stop tonight.. the room is dark, the only light from the moon, she has watched the younger countless times crying in pain, tonight she watches as Singto takes him and he cries in ecstasy of finding love again..

someone has come in his life to caress his every scar, kiss his every pain away.. as the length goes in , ohh so gently and the rhythm picks up like a tempo of a beautiful music , the note so low then so high then bursting with the attained pitch, they stop to start again.. kisses fervent , with moaning of harder faster please.. more and they explore worship and Krist's voice rings out as a sweet melody when he reaches the high that washes away all the vile past and the uncertainties of the future .. tonight after two years he made love .. and he basks in that glory .. as they both doze away..

Tonight may not be a full moon night but for them it is.. moonlight shrouding them from the prying eyes as they sleep ultimately on the balcony floor, drained satiated ,

Two souls, one broken beyond repair and the other thinking he has found the glue to put all the pieces together again .. the flight to freedom so imminent.. Singto dreams on.. drifting into sleep..embraced in the cocoon of future looking so bright again.. just three more days.. he muses as he kisses the sweaty forehead of the peaceful sleeping younger ..

When the rays of the new dawn touches his face .. krist gets up from the embrace , he has mastered the art of silence and tiptoeing..

" sorry phi sing" his lips touch the lips of the elder as he leaves .. never turning back, never to ever regret what he is about to do today..

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A/n :: it will end soon..

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