Everything is in order.
I can take this. This is just sex. You can do it, Pete.
His hands would tremble as he held the sink more tightly.
"Calm down!! Breathe in and breathe out....No one is harming you!!! You just need to lie there!!...... Yes!!! You liked it!! You did!! You had an orgasm!!"
He held his trembling hand tightly.
'Smile!! Curl up your lips. You can do this. '
Pete tried to curl up his lips again and again to form a perfect smile.
'It's easy...it's easy.' He curled up his lips.
Tears violently flooded his eyes, threatening to overflow and betray the torrent of emotions raging within him. Breaking his pretense.
He wished that his heat comes back soon as he didn't know how else he would survive. The idea of the animal living inside him taking over him would be a lot easier than facing this every day.
Giving in to his animal instincts who just wanted the prehormones of his mate while his mind and soul take a backseat. He liked that feeling when he couldn't think of anything at all. When his mind felt empty. No anxiety or emotion exists. Him drifting into unconsciousness. That's the ideal state of mind. When he has no control over his body.
Tears finally skidded down his cheeks, their presence only adding to his mounting frustration. He angrily rubbed his eyes, desperately trying to erase the evidence of his emotional turmoil, as if wishing the frustration away with each forceful swipe.
'Stop it! Stop it!' He screamed at himself again and again like a chant for eternal salvation.
With a primal scream of anguish, he unleashed his pent-up anger upon the mirror, striking it repeatedly with clenched fists. Each thunderous impact echoed through the room, as shards of glass shattered and scattered like a constellation of pain. The relentless barrage served as a desperate attempt to release the seething torment within him, an anguished battle against the overwhelming emotions that threatened to consume him entirely.
When a happy Phayu ran to Pete's room with a gold star on his assignment that afternoon he was welcomed by the sight of Pete shrinking himself in the bathtub as water flowed down. His injured hand hanging out. The new omega maid ran behind Phayu to catch up to him screaming at the top of her lungs. He contacted Nop quickly.
Phayu stood there like a statue trying to process what is happening. He walked forward shaking his father who turned his head to look at him with hollow eyes.
Pete was lying down on the bed his wounds patched up, dreied and cleaned. sitting comfortably on the bed while he coaxed Phayu that he just fell asleep.
He had sent Phayu away with the maid. Nop looked at him with seething anger. His professional character fades away.
"What were you thinking..."
Pete sat there silently.
Nop controlling his urge to hit the person sitting here. Perfectly knowing his importance.
"Why the fuck you pulled up such a stunt...?? If you want to die then at least be successful you bitch.....It would be easier if you were dead than to explain to that psycho why you were hurt.."
"......." Pete looked outside the window where caged canary birds were kept.
"Are you even listening to me..."
"Kill me and staged it as a suicide......you are perfectly trained in this. You were 3 years my senior back in the major house. You know how to create a perfect suicide scene and set an alibi for everyone...."
