Chapter 17: The Plan Goes Sour(-->WARNING AHEAD-it could be disturbing<--)
Poo starts getting irritated that Chakrit would lock her up in his house. She hates the fact that she obeys him after a little threat. She needed to get away. It's been forever since she talked to Aff, everything happened so fast, and now she has no way of contacting her. Chakrit orders maids to watch her every move. Poo is feeling suffocated, nothing she does really helps. Chakrit's mother can see that, and wishes to help her escape, even though she loves Poo as if she was her daughter and wants Poo to stay there with her.
Chakrit's mother: Poo, I treat you as my own. Even though I have known you for a short while, I already love you. And I know my son does too. But I know you feel that you can't stay here any long. I will try my best to talk to my son.
Poo: Thanks. You have been amazing, and you know me too well. I can't stand this place anymore. I have no freedom, your son is locking me up. I want to be independent and free.
C's mom: I know. My darling, please listen to me. Just hold on for a few more days, don't do anything rash. You would not want to see Chakrit anger, even I can't stop him.
Poo understood, but this warning couldn't stop her from her goal. She has to find a way out, with or without Chakrit's mother. Poo hates to hurt her when she was nothing but nice to her, but she wishes not be near Chakrit. Poo went to the bedroom and pondered on ways to escape and hide from Chakrit, so far nothing works.
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Pat loved everyone moment with Por and his mother. They were so amazing to her, it reminded her of her family. Every time she thinks of her family, she felt guilty that she left them and have not contacted them. But she knew that Harit probably would have brainwashed her sister and her parents. She hated Harit, every time she thinks back to that night Nat showed up, she would see Harit by the window laughing. The good news though was that Pat would occupy her time with taking care of things around the house. Her relationship with Por was growing by the second, but she knew that sooner or later, she must return home. How could she explain this to her parents, they probably wouldn't want her anymore after hearing that she stayed with a man she barely know for a few days. She had to come up with a plan to make sure her parents would forgive her. And there it was, she and Por HAD to get married, so then everything would be okay. Of course Por has to agree to this, but would he?
That night, Pat got everything ready, dinner, candles, a sexy black dress, flowers from the garden, and classical music. She wanted everything to be perfect. During the afternoon, she asked Por's mother for permission and she gave Pat her blessing. She then went to the jewelry store to buy a ring, nothing fancy, just simply. There was nothing Pat could do but wait until Por returned. The silence was slowly making her nervous, she reviewed the different possibilities, the only one she could accept is that he says yes.
Por's car lights shined in through the window. After a few minutes, Por walked into his home. The lights were dimmed, flower petals laid on the ground, leading to a beautiful Pat, standing next to the table. Por was mesmerized by the figure, he could barely move. Pat laugh softly and slowly walked towards him. As she was getting closer, her foot slipped, and she fell onto the ground. Por couldn't help but laugh at Pat, falling on her ass. She quickly got up and started walking away.
Por: Pat, wait. I'm sorry for laughing at you. You look very lovely tonight.
Pat: You're just saying that. I had this whole night planned out too, and then you laugh at me.
Por: I'm sorry. Here, let's eat. I'm starving. (They went to go sit down at the table)
Pat: I made your favorite, it took me a long time to make it.
Por took a bite of the food, it wasn't as good as it looks. Pat accidently put in too much salt, and by the look of Por, she knew it was a disaster. She was offended, but when she took a bite of it, she spit it out.
Pat: Ugh. Eww. I'm sorry Por, I don't know what I did wrong.
Por: Don't worry Pat, it's okay.
Pat: No it's not. I really want this night to be special, and I keep ruining it.
Por: Calm down. Why did you want tonight be to so special?
Pat: Well---I----wanted to ask you something.
Por: What?
Pat got out of her seat, and went down on one knee, and pulled out the ring. Por couldn't help but laugh at her.
Pat: Quit laughing at me or else.
Por: I'm sorry, but you are just too adorable to not.
Pat: I'm serious. ahem. Do you Por Thrisadee do me the honor in marrying me?
Por was trying to keep it in, but when Pat asked that, he burst out in laughter. Por loved how Pat would make him laugh, always having a smile on his face when he thinks of her. But was she serious, about getting married? Pat is so young, and she has the whole world ahead of her. He didn't know what to say, he didn't want to tie her down and if she was just kidding, but on the other hand, he felt that he truly loves her. It's only been a few days but every moment spent with Pat was like eternal bliss. At this time, Pat was getting angry, Por kept laughing and he didn't answer her question. Finally Por pulled himself together and put on a more serious face. He looked her in the eyes, and he knew that he could never give her up no matter what.
Pat: Por answer me.
Por: okay.
Pat: Okay? As in like yes I will marry okay or okay I will answer you?
Por: Yes I will marry you Pat. There is no one else I picture myself with, except you.
Pat: Are you serious? Oh, you made me the luckiest girl in the world.
Por: I would never lie to you. You make me happy and you made me the luckiest man in the world.
Por took the ring and slipped on Pat's finger. They looked into each other's eyes and slowly leaned in for a kiss. Pat wished that time would freeze at this very moment. She was finally happy and getting everything she ever wanted in life. They gave each other short little kisses, then they turned into passionate ones. What started out slow, quickly picked up paced. They made their way to the couch, and continue their affection. Nothing could hurt them.
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Chakrit came home early again. He rushed to Poo's room, but to find no one there. He searched in every room and could not find her. He was beginning to be enraged. There was no one, no maid, no servant, not even his mother. After searching high and low in his whole estate, he was going to call the police. Furious, he rushed to his room, the last place unchecked. And there she was, placing flowers in the vase on his desk. His anger suddenly turned into joy. She looked so beautiful, like a wife. As the sun set bounced off her face so elegantly. Chakrit dashed to her from behind. He wrapped his arms around her waist, inhaling her scent. He then placed his head rested on her shoulder, rocking her back and forth. Poo already knew that he would be looking for her, so she stayed in his room until he found her. She pretended to be enjoying his affections, she placed her hands on his and rocked to his rhythm. She was playing with his emotions, just for her freedom.
Poo: Chakrit?
Chakrit: hmmm??
Poo: I have to go water the garden.
Chakrit: Have one of the maids do it?
Poo: They all left already.
Chakrit: Why?
Poo: Your mother told them to because I told her I wanted to talk to you alone.
Chakrit was getting suspicious, he stopped rocking her. He lifted his head and turns her to face him. He tried to read her emotions, but he wasn't that great. Chakrit knew that Poo never acted like this before. Nothing. She showed nothing unusual, or out of the ordinary, except that she was in his room.
Chakrit: What do you mean?
Poo: Simple. I wanted you and me to talk all by ourselves. Why? We can't do that? (she started moving closer to him, moving her index finger up and down his chest.)
Chakrit: Of course. But why the sudden change?
Poo: Oh, I was sick and tired of fighting. Sometimes you just have to give in. Why? You don't like this?
Chakrit: No. I love this. I'm so glad you finally understand. Well come here.
He pulled her closer to him. She could feel his breath against her skin, it was warm and intoxicating, but she couldn't fall into his trap. Poo slowly place her hand to stop her from getting closer, but Chakrit quickly grabbed it and led her to his bed. He lifted her up and gently placed her on the bed, she grabbed ahold of his neck so she wouldn't fall. He swiftly got on top of her, staring at her lovely face. He wanted to control himself, but the thought of her not being her was too unbearable. He locked eyes with her, he felt deep inside, she wanted this too. And so without any words exchange, he went in for a kiss. A long savory kiss, his hands worked it's magic, moving up and down her luscious body. Chakrit couldn't get enough of Poo. He began kissing her neck and unclothing him and her at the same time. While this was going on, all Poo did was stare at the ceiling, wanting this to be over. She had to give him what he wanted, and then stab him in the back by leaving him, so then he can feel as much pain as she does right now by losing the one thing she can never get back. Every now and then, Poo would pretend to be intrigued and moan out in pleasure, giving Chakrit some satisfaction. Inside, Poo was crying and in pain that not only did he take her once but twice. For Chakrit, he was overjoyed that Poo finally gave in to him, and making love to her was absolutely amazing. He didn't want to stop, he wished that this moment would last forever, while Poo wanted this to be done quickly. Of course Poo didn't get her wish, Chakrit was like a sex machine, all this passion and energy inside of him emerged. He went on and on, exploring every part of Poo's body, leaving nothing hidden once more. Each time he went inside her, she try not to cry out. Her body was sore and exhausted, but that didn't stop Chakrit. He wanted more and more as he laid more kisses on her. He never got tired of kissing her, he had this strength inside him stored for so long just waiting for this moment. Poo couldn't take anymore, her legs were had lost all feelings and she couldn't stand his lips on her anymore. She placed her hand on his lips, indicating to stop. He looked at her and could see she probably couldn't withstand anymore of him, he was so careless of filing his needs and not hers.
Chakrit: I'm sorry baby. Just once more okay, then I'll let you rest.
Poo couldn't do anything but agree to his demand. Chakrit gazed into her eyes and started slowly working the lips. Never losing eye contact, his eyes danced and signaled that he was going in. Poo began to prepare herself, she knew that he had waited for this one. She had no other choice but to cling onto him for support. He gently entered her, but as some time passed, it reached it's peaked. She screamed in agony, but he took it as pleasure. He then exit her and rolled next to her. Both drenched with sweat, Chakrit started to wipe off the sweat on Poo's forehead.
Chakrit: I'm so sorry sweetie. I was so into our love making, if you didn't tell me to stop, I would have gone on longer. Next time I promise to be gentler, you must be so sore. I'll let you sleep.
Within seconds, Poo fell asleep, in Chakrit's arms. While she was sleeping, Chakrit planted a sweet little kiss on her lips and smiled. This was the first time he felt eternal happiness, he wanted Poo to be by his side always. All the other girls never mattered, the only one who does is Poo, not even Bua could ruin this.
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Harit started driving to a place Soriya could not even recognized. But she was sure that Harit knew where he was going, she trusted him. They parked in front of a private beach house, secluded in the middle of who knows where. Soriya had this weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Why would Harit take her to this place? Is this really where Pat was? Harit got out of his car, and walked over to Soriya's side. He opened the door and held out of his hand. She was hesitant at first, but eventually took it. He led her inside the house. It was beautiful, white with a ton of windows overlooking the beach and a ton of light shining through. Soriya pulled her hand away from his, she distanced herself from Harit.
Soriya: Is this where Pat is? Where is she?
Harit: She's not here.
Soriya: What?! I thought you said--
Harit: I lied. I brought you here to convince you to reconsider your decision.
Soriya: On what?
Harit: Coming to the city with me?
Soriya: I told you. I have to find my sister first.
Harit: DOES YOUR SISTER MATTERS MORE THAN ME??!!! I am the love of your life, am I not?
Soriya: I do love you, but I----I don't know.
Harit: Choose! the love of your life or your sister?
Soriya: Why? Why do I have too?
Harit: Just choose.
Soriya: No. You can't make me.
Harit: You don't think I can. Then I'll choose for you.
Soriya: Wha--a--at are you going to do?
Harit: I'm going to persuade you, that's all. (walking closer to Soriya)
Soriya: I don't know why you are acting like this, but please don't come any closer or else I'm going to-----to---to scream.
Harit: Go ahead, I would love to hear you scream. No one can hear you for miles. It's just you and me in this house. So, scream all you want, it'll bring me great pleasure.
Soriya: You're sick. Get away from me.
Soriya ran towards the front door, but Harit was too quick. He pulled her down by the waist and pinned her to the ground. He began kissing her aggressively. Soriya managed to break free from his hold, kicking him in the nuts. She try to make a run for it again, but this time running through the kitchen to the back door. She reached the kitchen right before Harit caught up to her. He grabbed her and laid her on top of the counter table. Again planting hard vicious kisses on her skin. She started crying, trying to plead with him, but Harit wouldn't listen. Soriya glanced over and saw pots hanged. She try to reach them, but Harit would hold her down tightly. But with some kind of miracle, she was able to grab a hold of it. With one quick motion, she attacked Harit with it. He screamed in pain and got off of her. The was her chance, and she dashed towards the door. She was able to get out of the house and she ran across the beach into the forest.
Soriya had been running for hours, but everything started to look the same. She didn't want to stop, but her legs gave in. She couldn't believe it, the man she fell in love with turned out to be a monster. Why? Although they meet in one of the weirdest place and did the weirdest thing, he was nothing but gentle to her. He was the man of her dreams, and now he is her worst nightmare. She needed to get away. Who knows what he will do if he finds her, and she didn't want to find out. Soriya tried to get up, but all of her energy was drained. How could this happen now, but it was going to be night time soon, so he won't be able to find her so easily. In her head, she wondered why he would turn to be so barbaric. Was it because she said no? Was it because she choose her sister over him? Fear rushed through her veins as time went on. Alone, stranded, hungry, and hiding from a madman. He already had her body, what more does he want from her?
Harit finally recovered from the blow. Enraged with rage, he went out to find her. He knew that she wouldn't get far, she was a country girl, she wouldn't know how. He started walking, with each step, he began plotting what he was going to do with her when he finds her. Suddenly he found the perfect plan, he's going to make her feel disgusted with herself, so low that she wished that she was never born, so dirty that the holy water couldn't even clean her. He wanted her to pay for everything, he should deserve that much at least. It was almost night time, he knew that he would have a harder time finding her in the dark. So he had to move fast. After 30 minutes, a stoke of luck hit him, out of the corner of his eye, he saw some rustling. He slowly approached it, and to his surprise, it was Soriya. He had a great big smile on his face, almost a crazy sinister one.
Soriya tried to keep quiet and not make any sudden move, but her legs were getting cramped up. Out of no where, she turned around, and there Harit was, with his arms folded and an evil smile plastered on his face. His eyes showed no sign of remorse as he grabbed her arm and started dragging her back to the house. Her legs were still weak, and so she was practically getting pulled in the ground, covered in grass, sticks, and mud. On the way back, her shoe slipped off, and her foot started bleeding. This was the least of Harit's concerns. They finally reached the house and he threw her onto the ground. He then took out the hose and water her down. He didn't want her to track dirt in his house. After she got drenched, he went inside the house for a split second and brought out a towel. He went over and began drying her off harshly. Soriya felt so much pain for the rough touch, but she did not show any sign of weakness. She already decided back in the woods that she will endure this and go find her sister, her sister was the only thing that matter, Harit was just a curve ball.
Soriya, tired and exhausted had to endure more. Harit pulled her inside the house, up the stairs. She was being dragged, hitting each step on the side of her body. Badly bruised, she got thrown onto the bed. She tried to get off, but Harit pushed her back down. Soriya spat in his face, and Harit reacted with a spit in her face. He wanted her to feel like trash. He went in for a kiss, but Soriya had enough energy to bite him on his shoulder. Once again, he screamed and rolled off of her. She forced her to pick herself up and run. Fumbling with the door knob, Harit slammed one of his hand against the door, preventing it to be opened. Soriya jumped at the sudden bam. She turned to meet his gaze, afraid, she started to back away. With his free hand, he grabbed a hold of her petite waist and pushed against the door. He started slamming her back and forth against the door, before assaulting her. He bite her shoulder as payback and more. She screamed in pain and hurt.
Harit stopped to look at her face, to bask in glory of her agony. Her face was filled with tears, every part of her eyes cried out sadness and remorse. He felt happy, this was what he wanted, he wanted her to feel horrible. All this time, he had to play a part, the lovable boyfriend, but deep inside, he was disgusted. He knew that it was her the first time they met at that abandon store, it was all part of his plan. Harit brought his hands to cup her face, wiping away the tears to lay a forceful kiss. Soriya tried her hardest to fight it, but it didn't work. He then lifted her up and dropped her onto the bed. He then jumped on top of her and began ripping her clothes. She felt so violated, invaded in everywhere. To think that she actually gave herself once to this very same man, and now he's savage. Soriya did her best by trying escape his sickening kisses. She would punch him, scratch him, bite him, squirm away from him, even pull his hair. All of this amused him to a point. He needed to release, but she was moving to much. He did the unthinkable, he punched her in the stomach, and she slowly stopped. The piercing pain in her stomach ached, but he wouldn't let her curl up. He then pinned her arms above her head with one hand, and spread her legs with the other. There he plunged inside her, the motion attacked her so badly, all she could do was scream. Harit gave never intended to give her pleasure, he did this for his own satisfaction. He went deeper and deeper insider her. Thrusting in and out as hard and as fast as he could. Every time she would scream. Whenever she thought it was over, he would start up again. It seemed to never end for her.
Harit would never have done this if Soriya would agree to go to the city with him, and there he could torture her, but instead, she must deal with this punishment. He knew that she is aching and in pain, but he wanted her to feel more and more hurt. He had to spend his whole childhood in pain, now it's her turn. There were no more tears from Soriya, it had been drained to the very last drop, all she could do was endure this gruesome torture brought upon herself. And in the back of her mind, she wonder why she was dealt with such a horrible fate. Towards the end of Harit's payback, Soriya was worn-out and fell asleep. He slapped her to wake her up, but she didn't. She was burning up, but even this didn't stop Harit. He continued with his assault on her until he decided it was enough. Yes, he was cruel, and what he did was unforgivable but he justicifed this by all this hatred built up in him that seems to explode all at once upon this small little person. Little did he know that, only her could bare all this destruction and punishment, only her was able to take in all of his revenge, only her was able to receive not only this but also his unconditional love, and maybe someday he would receive hers too, if that was even possible.
TBC
okay....i stayed up really late to write this update lol....yeah it was difficult to write this chapter especially what harit did at the end....ummmmmm....i started writing this..and it somehow turned into a r-scene....i was going to change it..but i already spent so much time on it...so i decided to leave it..but when i was writing this, i found myself hating harit..lol....and yeah...i hope no one is too upset by what he did....but idk if he will end up with soriya...who knows...it is called "in wonderland"...well until next time ^^
spoilers:
chakrit's brother comes home....poo has an evil plan ahead...bua shows up (finally enter the n'rai lol)
someone from por's past comes to stir things up btw por/pat
things don't go so well with harit/soriya..(go figure)