Love with a hidden agenda

⚠️ CRITICAL CONTENT ADVISORY

...Please Read: This chapter contains extremely sensitive and graphic themes, including childhood sexual abuse (recalled), physical assault, non-consensual sexual contact, and drug withdrawal. It explores the "Cycle of Abuse" in a very dark and realistic way. Reader discretion is strongly advised....

...‎🎞️ Previously On: Gay Because of You...

...‎Chapter 4: Things That Won’t Go Away...

‎🎥 [The morning sun hits golden silk sheets where Ya sits shirtless, his wolf tattoo on display]

‎💄 Ya: "Dad, please... why did he say that? I can’t understand."

‎🎥 [Ya, dressed in a sharp forest-green suit,

drives his black Aston Martin through the city]

‎🚬 [The engine roars with a low growl]

‎🎥 [Tiw places a bright pink smoothie on the mahogany desk]

‎😮 Tiw: "What will people say... that the great God of Death is addicted to pink smoothies?"

‎🎥 [Ya leans into Tiw’s ear, his voice a dangerous whisper]

‎🖤 Ya: "You have a free day today... for being a good boy."

‎🎥 [Ya stares at the security monitor, his playful smirk vanishing]

‎⛓️ Ya: "It's time to pay Pit a visit."

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...‎Chapter 5: Love with a Hidden Agenda...

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‎The entrance leading to the Underground House was loud, filled with the chaotic noise of trashing furniture and the raw, jagged screams of Pit.

‎Ya stood outside the door for a moment, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves with slow, methodical precision. He took a whip from the rack by the door. The moment he pushed the door open, he flexed the whip. The sharp crack against the air made Pit pause for a beat, his wide eyes darting toward the entrance.

‎"No... don't hit me, please! Pim... I really love Pim! I had to keep her to myself... She can't run... No, she can't," Pit babbled. He kept thrashing against his restraints, his mind a fractured mess of drug withdrawal and buried memories. "Now she can't go... I have her to myself... Dad said... Dad said to do things to people we love... I did... I did it to keep her!"

‎He kept rambling, his forehead hitting the floor as he prostrated himself, desperate and broken.

‎Ya snickered, but the sound was hollow. As he watched the man on the floor, his mind drifted back to a time before the red suits and the power.

...‎Flashback...

‎"P'Pit, my mom said Dad is a monster... that’s why she had to kill him. Don’t tell anyone," Pim had said innocently.

‎She had been whispering to a young Pit, who sat in the corner of the room crying—crying for the loss of the only man who seemed to have loved him, even if that love was a nightmare.

‎"Everyone I love ends up in that hole... They don't leave, they stay. Forever. No one would have them... only me!"

‎Pit’s frantic voice woke Ya from the dream. The ghost of Pim’s innocence vanished, replaced by the cold reality of the basement. Ya whipped a heavy bag sitting by the wall, the harsh thwack echoing like a gunshot.

‎Pit recoiled, shrinking back onto the floor. Ya walked toward him—calculating and lazy, but never letting his guard down. He reached down and grabbed Pit by the collar, hoisting him up and throwing him onto the thin mini-mattress in the corner.

‎Ya unbuttoned his forest-green suit jacket, casting it onto a chair by the side. He stood there in his black silk shirt, the top buttons still open, his veiny hands reaching into a bedside drawer to pull out a pair of heavy metal cuffs.

‎"I’ll do you a favor today. I’ll make you feel what Pim felt whenever you abused her," Ya growled.

‎Pit began to shrink away, his eyes filling with a new kind of terror. "Dad said never to let another man do this... No! Dad would hit me! Please, don't!"

‎Pit began to resist, thrashing his limbs, but Ya was stronger—fueled by years of suppressed rage. He effortlessly pinned Pit to the bed, forcing him down until he was laying on his stomach, and clicked the cuffs shut around his wrists.

‎Ya leaned down, his shadow completely covering the trembling man.

‎"I won't be gentle," Ya whispered with a dark chuckle that promised no mercy.

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‎I remember the smell of dad's room—stale tobacco and heavy cologne.

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‎ I remember vividly how he used to tie my wrists to the headboard, the rough rope biting into my skin to restrict me from running.

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‎ He would hover over me, a shadow that blocked out the sun.

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‎"Do you know why I do this to you, Pit?" he would ask, his voice a low, soothing purr that made my skin crawl.

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‎"Please don't... it hurts. It hurts every time..." I would sob, my small body shaking against the mattress.

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‎He had been doing this for a long time—so long that the fear had turned into a sick, rhythmic habit. I didn't know a life without the weight of him.

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‎"I love you, Pit," he would whisper, his fingers beginning that painful, invasive exploration.

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‎"If I do this to you, no one will ever come close to you. You will only belong to me. You’re my special boy, aren't you?"

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‎I cried, but the one person who should have heard me never came.

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‎I remember running to the kitchen, my face stained with tears, clutching my stomach because it felt like a hollow ache inside. My mother was standing by the stove, her back to me.

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‎"Mae... Dad... he hurts me. He stays in my room too long," I whimpered, reaching for the hem of her shirt.k"

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‎She didn't even turn around. She just stiffened, her hand trembling as she gripped the handle of the pan. "Go away, Pit. Don't speak nonsense. Your father works hard for this family. Stop being a burden."

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‎She shoved my hand away, her eyes cold and distant, looking right through me as if I were a ghost. I realized then that I was alone.

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‎He always told me the pain would go away. He was the only one who listened when I cried, even if he was the one causing the tears.

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‎ To my young, broken mind, that meant he really did love me. So, I stopped resisting. I let my body go limp.

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‎"When you're much older, I'll do the real thing to you, Pit," he said one evening.

‎I felt his rough fingers tracing the line of my spine, moving slowly, agonizingly down into the waistband of my pants.

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‎I shivered, the cold air hitting my skin.

‎"I’m just preparing you for the big event," he murmured against my neck.

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‎I believed him. I believed every word. I thought the ache in my body was a brand of ownership.

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‎"Pit! Come out and play! We’re going to the creek!"

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‎I stood by the window, watching the neighborhood kids run past, their laughter sounding like a language I didn't speak anymore. My heart hammered in my chest—I wanted to run with them, to feel the sun.

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‎But then I remembered his voice. You are reserved only for me.

‎I backed away from the window, pulling the curtains shut. I couldn't go. If I went, I wouldn't be "clean" for him.

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‎I wouldn't be his special boy. I stayed in the dark, waiting for the sound of his heavy boots in the hallway, protecting the "love" that was slowly killing me.

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‎The harsh, metallic clink of the cuffs being unlocked brought Pit screaming back to reality. The room was cold, the air smelled of damp stone, and it wasn't his father’s shadow looming over him this time. It was Ya.

‎And as Ya had promised, he wasn't gentle.

‎His father had spent years "preparing" him, but the "big event" had never actually come.

That twisted childhood anticipation made the encounter with Ya a thousand times worse—it wasn't just physical pain; it was the total destruction of the one thing Pit thought he was "reserved" for.

‎The silence that followed was broken only by Pit’s shallow, ragged breathing and the soft sound of Ya adjusting his clothes. There was blood on the mattress, a stark, violent red against the dingy fabric.

‎Ya stood over him, looking down at the broken man with a gaze that held no pity, only a cold, finished business.

‎"So satisfying," Ya whispered.

‎It was the last word he said before turning his back on the cell. He didn't look back as the heavy iron door groaned shut, locking Pit away in the dark.

‎Ya walked back to his office, his footsteps steady and rhythmic. The adrenaline was still humming in his veins, but his mind was strangely quiet. He sat behind his mahogany desk, the forest-green suit jacket still draped over the chair nearby.

‎He reached for a tin of premium tobacco, his fingers steady as he lit it. A thick cloud of smoke curled around his head, obscuring his face. Ya leaned back, exhaling slowly, and kicked his expensive leather shoes up onto the desk.

‎He stared at the ceiling, the ember of the tobacco glowing in the dim office light. He had done it. He had given Pit exactly what Pit had given others. But as he sat there in the silence, the "satisfaction" felt like a heavy, cold weight in his chest.

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...‎🎞️ next on: Gay Because of You...

...‎Chapter 6...

‎🎥 [The office is silent, smoke hanging heavy as Ya stares at the ceiling]

‎💭 [Memory: Pit watching his mother's chest go still, a bottle of whiskey in her hand]

‎🎥 [Pim’s mother adjusting Pit’s school collar and kissing his forehead]

‎🍱 [A scene of her handing him a warm lunch

and sweets for school]

‎🎥 [The shadow of Pit’s father in the dark room, whispering to the boy]

‎⛓️ Father: "If people truly love you, they would do things to you... pain is how you know you belong to someone."

‎🎥 [Pit sitting on the swings, watching boys play football and hearing them shout to him]

‎💭 [Pit's thoughts: They just want to be friends. They don’t love you.]

‎🎥 [The bedroom door bursts open—Pim's

mother stabs the father in the chest during the struggle]

‎🩸 [Pit watching his father slump to the floor, dead on the spot]

‎💭 [Pit's thoughts: She loved him so much she killed him. Everything finally made sense.]

‎🎥 [Present Day: Ya’s phone vibrates on the mahogany desk with Tiw's message]

‎💬 Tiw: "If you want him back, sign the documents to let us deliver drugs for people in your territory."

‎🎥 [Ya lets out a dark, jagged laugh and types back with a steady hand]

‎🖤 Ya: "Wow... how brave of you. Okay where should we meet I'll come, but don't make things boring."

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‎💬 Fan Corner: Let’s Chat About Chapter 5!

‎Chapter 5 was the most intense update yet. Now that the "punishment" has begun, I want to hear your thoughts:

‎The Basement Scene: Ya told Pit he was doing him a "favor" by making him feel what Pim felt. Did you expect Ya to be this cold-blooded, or did his cruelty surprise you?

‎The Cycle of Pain: We saw the first hints of Pit's trauma when he was crying in the corner as a child. Even though Ya is punishing him, do you feel any pity for the young version of Pit?

‎Ya’s Growl: When Ya pinned Pit to the bed and said, "I won't be gentle," the vibe in the room completely changed. Do you think Ya is losing himself to his own revenge?

‎The "Real Monster": At the end of the chapter, Ya is smoking in his office thinking, "So satisfying." Is Ya becoming the very thing he’s trying to punish?

‎Leave your comments below! Chapter 5 was a total game-changer—let’s talk it out! 👇

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