A beat of slow sensual music roused the mafia boss from his unexpected sleep. He blinked his eyes, clearing his vision. His hands and legs were tied against a chair ,his coat was nowhere to be seen while the first few buttons of his shirt were undone. The room was almost empty with a small high window that barely allowed light to come in.
On one of the front corners a small table was placed there with an audio player on it and most importantly was the slim figured male dancing sensually in front of him. The boy was dressed in a white long sleeved silky shirt and black leather pants hugging his body tightly highlighting his round perky ass. The boy swayed his hips seductively, sticking his ass out. He then turned around,his shirt unbuttoned and slid below his shoulder exposing his protruding collarbones. He bit his lower lip alluringly , batting his eye lashes lustfully.
"Sir, you're awake,"the boy spoke in a low sexy voice.
The mafia boss almost jumped in shock seeing who it was .
It was the beautiful boy from the cemetery. Yang Zheyu had always been extra cautious; unwilling to trust others no matter how close they were. He couldn't believe that the first time he had lowered his guard he was betrayed immediately and got himself captured.
"Mr. Yang,are you enjoying the show?" The boy asked flashing him an innocent smile.
"Not bad,"he smirked.
"Mr. Yang as a mafia boss you shouldn't trust others so easily. You must be curious about how I managed to capture you. A friend of mine gave me some special powder and I gave it a try and it actually worked. I was not actually sure you would fall for the trick and sniff the flower. I intentionally said the flowers have a beautiful scent to make you curious,"the boy explain with a smug smile.
"Which gang are you from?" Yang Zheyu asked straightforwardly.
"What do you mean? I'm not in any gang," The boy denied with an innocent look but still the mafia boss have him a skeptical look. He had learnt a lesson to never trust innocent looking people.
"If you're not in any gang then why did you capture me? For revenge perhaps?" Yang Zheyu asked looking at him keenly for any hints but found none. He had ruthlessly wiped his enemies' families before so it was inevitable to have people planning to revenge on him.
"You're wrong,"the boy smiled,"I just wantyour body," he admitted shamelessly.
"What the fuck ?" He yelped in shock but quickly regained composure," For you to be able to capture me easily it means you must have been stalking me," he stated.
"You're right. I've been stalking you for three years,"he confessed.
"If you know me so well then you must be aware that I'm straight not gay or bisexual. I prefer boobs not flat chests like yours,not flat ass like yours,not some lifeless coloured hair ,not an ugly face and definitely not dicks. I prefer beautiful girls,"the mafia boss uttered disdainfully, intentionally demeaning the boy and watched the boy's reaction.
For a minute,the kidnapper lost the upper hand . He had never been degraded that much before. It kind of lowered his self esteem. He knew the mafia boss was sharp tongued but still the words affected him,his resolve of winning the mafia boss' heart slightly wavered.
"See you in the evening,"the boy said covering up his wounded expression with a smile."Oh lemme put on some music for you so you won't be bored."
When the boy left,Yang Zheyu was left studying the room. It reminded him of his own basement room where he had tortured countless people. Some slow song kept playing in the background and he wished he could smash the damn audio player.
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Meanwhile, the boy sat in his art room watching the mafia boss on his phone. He had connected the cameras to his phone to have more time to look at him. The boy held his phone tightly,his doe eyes watching his crush obsessively; the piece of art he had been working on long forgotten.
"Yang Zheyu, you'll soon be mine,"he drawled with obsession,his raspberry lips curving into a psychotic smile.
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Yang Zheyu was usually the one who trapped others not the other way round. Never in his life did he imagine he would end up in someone's cage. The song that kept repeating had invaded his subconscious deeply making him feel dizzy and he felt as if he was stuck in a loop. He shut his eyes trying to distract himself, temporarily blocking out the harmful sounds.
"I brought you dinner,"the kidnapper sang out walking in with a tray of food.
The mafia boss kept his eyes closed, ignoring him completely.
"You don't like the song? It's my favourite. I'm offended you don't like it,"the boy pouted,"What's your favourite song then?" He asked sounding interested.
Noticing the mafia boss was not in the mood to indulge in a conversation,he cut the music and dragged the table along with the tray towards the older man.
"Do you want me to feed you?" He asked with a cheeky grin.
Yang Zheyu stayed silent refusing to open his eyes.
"What's your name?" The older asked after a while.
"Nie Ruizhi,"the boy chirped excitedly.
"Pathetic,"the mafia boss heaved a sigh, opening his eyes at last. His eyes landed on the large tray filled with a miscellany of sumptuous foods whose sweet aroma invaded his senses.
Nie Ruizhi uncuffed his left hand allowing him to feed himself.
"Bon appétit !" He piped up.
"Why did you uncuff the left hand?" The older man asked curiously.
"You're ambidextrous so either hand is fine,"Nie Ruizhi revealed proudly surprising the mafia boss.
"Aren't you afraid I'll break free and escape?"
The boy smiled mysteriously before replying,"I already have a solution for that."
The blonde haired stood behind him,his small hands found Yang Zheyu's stiff shoulders . Slowly he began massaging the mafia boss,his long slender fingers precisely pressing the pressure points.
"Apart from being pathetic the only thing you're good at is cooking,"the older remarked.
"Did you just praise me?" The boy exclaimed delightedly, intentionally ignoring the first part of the sentence.
"Such a desperate slut,"Yang Zheyu muttered loud enough for the other to hear.
Despite being chained,he still had the upper hand; he still dominated and he would never yield to such a pathetic excuse of boy.
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The call went straight to voicemail for the umpteenth time. Jia Nan, Yang Zheyu's right hand man stared blankly at the device in his hand , clutching it tightly. His boss had disappeared without a trace for twelve hours. Yang Zheyu was mysterious sometimes but this time it felt different. The muscular subordinate had a hunch that something bad had happened.
"What's wrong?" Why are you sulking?" Cheng Chen asked teasingly playing with his dagger.
"Boss is not picking up his phone,"Jia Nan said worriedly.
"Maybe we out to have some fun,"he bantered.
"It doesn't feel so,"Jia Nan affirmed.