𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐆𝐀𝐘 ʳᵉⁱⁿᶜᵃʳⁿᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ

ch. 8 | Leaving

"Darling, I'm gay."

     After saying that it looks like Marquis's eyes lit up more with curiosity. He then stood up and started to walk on my direction.

'Do not look effected Elliot.'

     I told myself, mentally preparing on what's about to happen. I remained silent but still looking at him, i stopped my seducing act a second ago cause now i'm scared shitless inside.

     Now standing in front of me, Victor had to look down a bit because i'm two inch smaller than him. At least i'm not 5'0 or something. Almost every yaoi reincarnated stories i've read has a short ass cotton candy looking mc, like—why? tall men can still be a bottom. A power bottom! Where's the spice? where's the seasoning!?

"You're quite a boy i may say, do you always flaunt your body like that to other people? Well...i guess everyone likes attention, specially people who never had that since they were born." He uttered holding a smirk, looking at me.

'You bipolar little shit.'

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     Marquis Victor seemed to made the young lad see his rotten self for...a reason? The said lad, Elliot. Now holding an annoyed and fierce look glared at him, imagining a sword would pierce the mans head on spot. Elliot took one step held his right arm out and pointed his index finger on Victors face and said,

"What the hell did i do to you? yeah you helped me, healed me even so but did i ever asked you to do that? i admit i was being rude for not thanking you at the carriage incident but it didn't mean i never thought of you as my savior! Or is it never about that? and you're just a piece of shit human being finding pleasure on pissing people off and making them feel like shit themselves!" He said almost shouting but never too loud to alert some people outside his room.

     There's one thing Elliot hates the most, it's being subtly called a prostitute. Bitch, he won't let some crusty looking ass man touch his perfect round bubble shape butt for money!

     If you just called him a hoe and a slut jokingly without any negative tone tracing your voice he's okay with—if you're his friend that is—He himself knows that he is a hot slut like, darling, he's proud with how he makes people sexually confused and aroused.

"I don't fucking get you! You're nice and all flirty talking piece of devil first then the next thing you know you're insulting and looking at someone like they're lower than a slave!" I take back what i said when the boy was holding his shout, by now people outside had called Count Sebastian thinking that his 'son' is causing a ruckus inside the household.

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"What is the meaning of this?!"

     Elliot flinched hearing Count Sebastian's shout. He looked at Victor for a split of second seeing that he doesn't care at all, Elliot then turned around to look at his 'father' who suddenly raised his hand and slap the teen.

     A loud smack was heard surprising the maids and butlers that were outside, peeking inside Elliot's room.

     Count Sebastian has never inflicted any sort of pain on his 'son' as people say. Sometimes he will verbally abuse him but others will think it's 'disciplining' and it doesn't hurt the young boy...oh how they were wrong. So, so wrong.

     Noticing the eyes, Count Sebastian quickly pulled down his hand and uttered, "You will be plucking out the euphorbia flowers at the back garden, strictly with your own hands and nothing else. That is your punishment for talking foul and crudely at the Marquis." with this Elliots eyes grew wide.