*Disturbing mature content. Mention of violence as well. Don't read if you're not comfortable*
To get something, sometimes you need to be patient. Shen Ricky had all the time in the world and to achieve his goals, he was meticulously patient. To him, it was highly important to know the time table of Taerae's family members- especially when they stay home or out. To keep his camouflage and to delve more into it, the first night, he roamed around to look for a place to stay. He found a small apartment, across from Taerae's window, quite far, but not far enough for a film camera to zoom in. He went to ask the landlord, since it was unoccupied for the moment. He immediately set his plan to move in.
He rented the apartment, bought an expensive film camera. Being rich, it was a piece of cake for him. He set the camera stand near his window, high enough so that only the lens was visible from the outside. He then locked the frame in for a wide area of the front gate of Taerae's house, and started filming. The camera stayed there, sometimes him too, all evening, even until as late as 10 pm, repeatedly, day after day just to find the patterned schedule of Taerae, his parents, his younger sister. The waiting period used to be long, but those long hours gave him plenty of time to sketch his next move. After a week, however, he changed the frame, now covering a smaller area- The window to Taerae's room which often stayed open, even if closed, the transparent glass gave a good view of what happened inside.
On the second day after changing the frame, Ricky got what he wished. As they took different buses, Ricky took the one ahead of Taerae's usual time, he reached his apartment first. He set the camera and started filming, looking through the lens as he saw Taerae walking inside his house at the supposed time. He became curious, more and more. Through the lens, he saw that the elder had discarded his bag over a chair, and then, like the sky had blown heavens into stars, he took his shirt off.
Ricky zoomed in, focused until he could see the bones on Taerae's slender figure clearly.
The next thing, exciting Ricky even more, was how Taerae took off his pants. He was only in a pair of black boxers, going to his locker to look for a comfy set of clothes to wear, taking a towel to go and have a shower.
Ricky felt his own boxers tighten against his hip.
Taerae vanished soon, inside the washroom which the camera couldn't capture. Ricky waited. How long does it take for the man to clean up? How precise was he?
He didn't have to wait long. Taerae walked out in grey sweatpants, the towel resting on his bare shoulders. He kept brushing the water drops off his hair, the muscles on his hands vibrating as he did. Ricky watched him intently. Every bit of his skin. Every movement of his muscles he could lay eyes on. Well, even if he missed, there was scopes to replay cause his camera filmed it all.
And he did download the files on his laptop, processed the videos anyway he liked. He slowed down on the vibrations, zoomed in on the lines, on his chest, on his waist, and took screen cuts every time. He then grabbed a bundle of blank luster paper sheets, put some and printed those cuts in various sizes. Within half an hour, his table was filled with photos of Taerae and his bare body, zoomed in so much that it looked disgustingly creepy. But Ricky, oh how twisted his mind was, he found it arousing. He pinned those pictures to a wooden board, displayed it in front of him and smiled. He also played the processed, freshly cut videos on his laptop and with so many instances of the attractive man in front of him, it took him a few minutes to ejaculate after playing with himself.
For Ricky, this went on for three days. Three whole nights of him obsessing over Taerae's half naked pictures. It was gross, filthy, sick, but he was beyond rationality. He was, in his own way, doing the right thing. He fancied Taerae, and he found the opportunity to have the man in some form.
On the fourth day, Taerae saw him. Not through his window, not on the bus, just on the streets of his neighbourhood. He became curious. He had never seen Ricky near his place. Yes, he didn't know where Ricky lived, but it was kinda suspicious considering everything that happened between them. He started following the younger. Now, Taerae wasn't quite a good stalker. Ricky, being experienced in this field, easily understood that he was being followed. To fool the elder, he therefore walked in a tall, giant building away from Taerae's house, pretending to live there. The latter saw him, waited about five minutes and then left, concluding that Ricky might actually live there.
Since he was discovered, Ricky intentionally rode the same bus as Taerae a few times, not really talking or looking, just making sure that the elder saw him. It took him a week to make Taerae believe that everything was just fine, and that Ricky happened to live near him, no biggies.
However, luck plays in weird ways, at one time, it went in favour of Taerae.
It was a chilly afternoon, Taerae had just returned home. Normally, he goes straight to shower, but somehow he felt cold as his window was open. He went to close it, and noticed something unusual. The sun had already reached the horizon, spanning a wide area with yellowish orange light. A slanted ray of sunlight fell directly on the window across his one, quite far but since the ray fell on a reflective surface, to Taerae, it looked quite bright. He frowned at the said direction, moved his eyes to see what it must have been. For sure, it wasn't the window glass, it was round, small and there seemed to be someone behind it. Taerae took out his phone, trying to take a picture but at that moment, a curtain fell upon the window hiding the reflective surface and also the person behind it.
Taerae did not understand at all that it was Ricky and his film camera. He felt doubtful though. So he went to check. Getting to the apartment building was easy, to the heavens you would wish it weren't. Taerae reached the door, knocked feebly. He had a lot of questions, and he knew it was stupid of him to go there by himself but he had faith that he'd be able to at least dial 911 before anything happened. However, he did not expect to be as surprised as he was- noticing that the resident was none other than Ricky. The boy he apparently bullied.
"Hi." Ricky said, only opening a fraction of the door. He had already seen Taerae coming to him, so he was prepared.
"You!?" Taerae asked, "What are you doing here!?"
"Oh, watching you." Ricky smirked, "You wanna come inside?"
"No, what?? I-" Taerae could not finish, because he was pulled in the next moment. It was a small room, probably just used for placing a small shoe rack. He looked behind, Ricky was closing the door behind him.
"Ricky wait! I didn't say I-"
"Ssh." Ricky showed a wicked, bone chilling smile, "It's my house, baby. Be my guest."
"The fuck I won't!" Taerae opposed. He did not feel it right in his guts- to stay, to listen. He did not think Ricky was a normal person. No one can smile through the assaults he faced.
"Figured." Ricky smiled again, and that's the last thing Taerae saw before a tremendous hit landed on the back of his head. He fell face down, blood flew down his neck, staining the small room. Ricky was holding a thick metal rod which was hidden behind him the entire time. He knew Taerae would not want to cooperate. Too bad. His pretty face had to be covered in crimson.
Taerae lost consciousness soon. Leaving Ricky to crouch down and lift his chin. Such pretty lips but they did not spill gentle words. Such a shame!
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When Taerae regained his consciousness, it was almost past 8. He felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, he also felt dizzy and nauseous. There was an awful smell coming from somewhere and the room was cold. Really cold. He felt something colder underneath, on his skin. It was weird cause the sensation was too strong. As if there laid nothing in between. Just him and the cold surface. He frowned. His eyes hurt too. But he had to look, and see. He could faintly remember seeing Ricky and then the blow-
Did Ricky hit him?? To take revenge?
Taerae opened his eyes, and yes. He was indeed in Ricky's place, for the other was sitting on a round chair right in front of him, smirking at him. He had a silky white top on a pair of black pants. There was a long red ribbon attached to his pants and one in his hold. His hair was wet and messy. In any other situation, he would look extremely hot but it was a crooked situation.
Because in front of him, Taerae was completely naked.
"Took you long to wake up, kitten." Ricky smirked, leaning his elbows on his knees. Taerae felt the cold air touch his skin, he felt conscious, helpless, demeaned. Yet he had spice in his eyes, a burning hatred. Ricky, however, found him sexy. He came closer to Taerae's face, on his neck. Taerae was seated on the floor, his legs tied and folded in a cross. His hands were tied behind him too, which made his torso and hips clearly visible.
"Look how pretty you are." Ricky whispered on his skin, "You make me go crazy!"
"What do you want!?" Taerae asked in spite.
"Oh, I want nothing." The Chinese leaned back, "I have everything I want from you." He moved from in front of Taerae, so that the latter could get a full view of his room.
And what Taerae saw- his jaw fell open. Every inch of every wall in that room was covered with printed photos of him, of different sizes. Naked. Of his body parts, of his face, of the fallen clothes on his own room. Taerae felt a crippling fear all over his skin, Ricky had collected these for days and it was so sickening, so disgusting that he felt a pit in his guts, tears in his eyes. He noticed a video playing on a laptop screen and it was also him. Half naked, looking for his clothes to go for a shower.
"Why..." Taerae didn't want to cry, but the powerlessness he felt at that exact moment with his hands and legs in restraint, him sitting in front of a lewd stalker made his voice tremble. "Why me?"
"Cause I like you." Ricky came near him again, "Why don't you like me back, Taerae?" He left a gust of breath on Taerae's chest. The latter tried to move, but his back was against a wall, he couldn't go far. He had to endure the closeness.
"Hm?" Ricky forced his face to look back at him, held it strongly. Since he lost a good amount of blood, Taerae could not protest much.
"Don't I have the face?" Ricky stared at his eyes, "The body?" He touched the other's naked waist, making him shiver.
"I'm not... Gay." Taerae struggled. He felt so frustrated, that he wished he were dead instead.
"You don't learn, do you?" Ricky slapped him hard on the cheek, a clear red imprint of his fingers were there, Taerae blacked out for a second. But then when he came to his senses, he saw Ricky fetch something.
A camera.
"No! For God's sake, No!" Taerae started shaking immediately. Ricky smirked, adjusting the frame.
"Ricky, please, no! I beg you, don't do this to me, please!" Taerae started sobbing, "I'd do anything, don't film me like this, please, please."
"Sshh." Ricky said, "Be a good boy for me."
"NOOOO!" Taerae screamed, "Stop this, stop it you motherfucker!"
Ricky only laughed. "You look gorgeous, babe."
Taerae cried. Through the entire process. Ricky took his picture, filmed his body, filmed the bruise on his cheek, filmed him begging, filmed him crying, filmed him being touched all over. Taerae shook as hard as he could, tried to untie himself but Ricky was too good in it. Too powerful at that moment. He finished what he wished, taking his sweet time. There were no tears left in Taerae's eyes by the time it ended. Only a few impactless dry sobs left him. He hung his head to a side, hoping that it all happened in a twisted nightmare of him, not in reality.
Ricky took the camera and imported the files in his laptop. Taerae did not have to look, he knew what the other was doing, watching the film and pleasuring himself. Would it have been better if he hadn't tried to discover the truth? He was being used either way. Would it have been better if he never got to know?
Not long after, Ricky returned to him with a glass of water, turned his face again. "Drink." He commanded.
"I won't." Taerae spat at his face. It came from pure anger. He was devastated but something was burning inside him. Ricky felt enraged at that. He wiped his face on the back of his sleeves but immediately forced a kiss on Taerae's lips. The latter tried to move, but in vain. He felt a heart wrenching sob stuck in his throat, God he wished he could just die!
"You're such a brat." Ricky stood up, vanished in some other room. He returned with a small syringe.
"What are you trying to do?" Taerae asked, voice shaking from fear.
"Putting you to sleep." Ricky smiled. Well, there wasn't much of a protest, as he grabbed the other in between his knees, pricking the needle through his skin. It took a few minutes before Taerae lost consciousness again.
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The second time Taerae got back to reality was when the sun was shining brightly. He found himself lying on his bed, head hurting and his whole world spinning. He couldn't feel his limbs for a second, then slowly, a lazy feeling washed him over.
He was on his bed, lying on his back. He tried to sit up, and the pain felt too much. Hence a groan left him. He looked around his room. Something felt strange. When did he fall asleep last night?
He called his mom, but his sister returned instead.
"Oh, you woke up?" She quickly sat next to her brother, "How do you feel? Do you have a fever?" She checked his temperature, it was a little high.
"Seriously? Who told you to get into a fight?"
"A fight?" Taerae frowned.
"Yeah. Why? Forgot it already? If your friend hadn't brought you home last night- You should stop drinking that much, okay?"
"My friend?"
"Yeah, a handsome Chinese guy. He brought you home last night when we were worried sick about you."
"Huh?" Taerae tried to remember. It felt like a blur. According to his sister, he was drunk, got into a fight and one of his friends brought him home. But he couldn't remember.
"Go freshen up. I'll bring you food and meds." His sister left. Taerae tried to remember again. It's true that the back of his head had clean bandage on, but... What fight?
He looked outside through his window. The sun was bright. It was a good day. His eyes roamed around until he noticed an apartment with curtains drawn on the window. It felt strange. He felt weird to his guts.
But he couldn't quite get it. Not that day, not ever. He went to the apartment to check, it was unoccupied. He looked for that Chinese friend, but found none. He did hear that there used to be a tall Chinese boy at his school who left the school a few days back for some unknown reason. Because of the hit on his head, Taerae lost bits of memories, and through his friends he knew that he wasn't in good terms with the said boy, then why, why would he bring Taerae home after the fight?
It was unsettling, disturbing, but there was no way to know.
Because Ricky left the place for good.
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Hi! I warned you that you'd probably hate the villain so don't blame me if you found it hard to read. It's a thriller after all, so I guess it fits.
Anyway, tell me your opinions about it. And for clarification, I'd say a few things. Ricky injected a memory erasing drug in Taerae to make him forget about the night. He then dressed the poor boy up, treated his wound and took him to the house, to his loving sister and parents, pretending to be the good friend. And then he left the city, for he was done playing with his toy.
So, did you like it? Want me to try more of this genre?