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Cold. Dark. Brutal.

Those were the three words to describe Abdul Reza’s mind. Ever since he left KUDRAT, he lost contact with the person he needed—he craved, in his life.

None other than Megat Shah.

His desire to touch, feel, breathe the same air as Megat was slowly consuming him. It had been almost a year since they last saw eachother. No way that Reza could contact Megat, right?

For someone like Abdul Reza, being with Megat physically wouldn’t heal his craving. He needed to touch Megat, taste him, hear him beg . The thought of seeing Megat Shah whining, yelling almost crawling on his knees for mercy made Reza feel things. And in Reza’s mind, feeling things was a big occurrence.

He exhaled, blowing out the toxic, bitter cigarette smoke from his mouth, his eyes warmed up to his makeshift shrine of Megat. The wall on the opposite side of his bed was absolutely covered in pictures of Megat. Pictures from his childhood that he definitely didn’t find on the Internet, pictures from him in primary school, him in KUDRAT and him at the current moment.

On one section of the wall, were printed pages of a map directory and multiple different stores. Each one of them was a place Megat previously worked at. The roadside tom yam stall. The Petronas at the R&R headed southbound. Uniqlo.

Next to the pictures of where Megat worked, was a picture of the university Megat studied at. Below, connected with push pins and red string; pictures of the different rooms his classes were held in and the people in his class.

To a normal, sane person, this amount of information was crazy. Borderline insane, psychotic, obsessive. That was what Reza loved—the fact that he would push the limit of comfort to pursue his love. He finally felt like he had control of something in his life.

“Baby…you’ll be in my arms, under my watch soon. You won’t need anyone else but me,” Reza groaned, grinding himself against his palm as he looked at a shirtless picture of Megat on the wall.

Was it unorthodox to stalk someone to the point you could know the exact location where they parked their car at the mall parking, the direction that person took to enter, and which stores he went to in chronological order ?

Yes, absolutely. Reza was not—never, your average stalker.

He was the type to watch silently from afar, without letting anyone know he was there. As if he was a ghost—haunting, silent and deadly. Megat never found out or suspected that he was being stalked and documented.

Even when Reza was in his house, in his bedroom, stealing clothes and other paraphernalia.

Especially when Reza was in his house.

Reza grinned to himself, looking at a grainy picture from a secret camera he planted in Megat’s house. It was him only with boxers on, stretching as he waited for his coffee to brew. Reza didn’t even realise that his pants were now undone, pooled on the floor and his boxers were getting soaked by his precum.

A shaky breath escaped Reza’s dull lips, as he pulled his boxers down and began to slide his rough hand around his length. He hissed, biting his lips until he felt the familiar sting and taste of his blood.

Megat. Megat. Megat. Bleed for him. Your pain is a confession of loyalty. A statement of your undying love. Bleed, cry, scream. All you do is for Megat Shah.

Reza’s knees buckled, his free hand gripping the bedsheets; trying his best to stay upright as pleasure and ecstasy pooled in his stomach. His mind felt hazy, almost too clouded in his dirty thoughts of his beloved to the point that he was chanting Megat’s name like a mantra. The pressure was building, Reza’s head now thrown back, his slick back arched and his eyes foggy.

Air growing heavy, Reza now felt his hands aching and strained as his hand moved even faster, teething on an orgasm. It was almost robotic: everyday he would have a moment he would just pleasure himself in front of that wall. Was it lust, obscenity, and everything in between? Absolutely. It didn’t matter to Reza; he’d lost control of his marbles years ago.

His vision, cloudy and dull was now a kaleidoscope of colours, vibrant and bright, edging close to orgasm. He was so close, too close. His grip tightened, his pace was almost inhuman. The abrupt, sharp and tired breaths echoed around the dark room, as the room filled with the smell of debauchery, insanity and sin.

The sinful substance spilled all over, covering Reza’s thick fingers with its white. His cum went far enough to stain a few pictures of Megat on his wall, which had Reza smirk and chuckle lowly. It landed right on Megat’s face—spread across his cheek and lips, exactly where Reza would dream his fluids would be on Megat.

“You’re so close to being mine, my Megat. No matter how far you hide, I will always find you.”

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Orange-yellow sunlight reflected on the calm waters of the lake. The whistling of the birds slowly fading away as the crickets took over. The park was quiet; desolate and chilly. It was a Monday evening, and as expected Megat was doing his daily evening jog. He loved Mondays the most since there would be barely anyone around, except for the few community cats.

He took a break near a bench, placing his bottle and phone down before sitting closer to the armrest. Exhaling, his chest heaved as he caught his breath and took a long sip of water.

“Ah. Five minutes to seven. Better go h–“

Almost immediately, Megat saw a gloved hand holding a cloth emerging from behind him. The person pushed the damp cloth against his nose, almost forcing Megat to breathe in whatever substance was in the cloth. The effect wasn’t immediate—he felt light-headed, woozy, before his eyes grew tired and eventually sealed shut.

His body went limp, as Reza giggled and grabbed Megat’s belongings, before scooping the man up in his arms and tossed him over his shoulder.

Reza couldn’t even speak, he just treasured the fact that he was skin-to-skin with his lover, until he reached his car and gently placed Megat down. He tied Megat’s arms and legs together with rough, thick rope before buckling him in the seat.

His eyes were stuck on the unconscious man for a while, mind running amok with all the despicable, disgusting things he’d do once Megat was settled down.

And holy shit, the things he’d do to Megat; inhumane, incomprehensible, out-of-this-world.

Megat Shah was now powerless, defenceless; bound by the chains bolted to the ground on his ankles, and rough, thick rope binding his wrists together.

The air encapsulating them was heavy, filled with tension. Abdul Reza had an almost predator-like gaze locked on Megat—as if his body was possessed by a feral, debaucherous being. Not human, but animal. A beast.

He licked his lips in a slow, hungry motion, making sure he tasted the dryness of his skin. Lips curled in a cruel smirk, he rested a palm on Megat’s cheek.

Reza leaned close to Megat’s ear, his hot breath heating up the patch of skin on the other boy’s neck.

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re safe, it’s just you and me here,” he breathed, his voice laboured, as if he just finished running two laps.

“We’ll have some fun later when you’re awake, my Megat Shah.”

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Megat felt a cold, heavy weight on his ankles and wrists. His head was pounding, spinning, and he struggled to open his eyes. He couldn't recall what happened to him. The last thing he remembered was jogging near the lake, and he wanted to head home. Why couldn't he remember? Why was his head pounding like crazy?

He pushed against the chains on his wrists. Apa sial? Apa…apa ni?

Megat tried to use his legs to break the chains on his ankles–straining as hard as he could, to no avail. 

A sinister, gravelly laugh echoed in Megat's ears. His already mellowed brain struggled to pick up whose voice it was. 

Abdul Reza's blood was pumping crazy in his veins. Maybe he had drugs by the look on his face–crazed, empty, almost lunatic–but it was his pure addiction and obsession with Megat. He rested his finger on Megat's ice-cold skin, dragging it down his arm with a gentleness that felt almost like mockery. The simple feeling of their flesh touching made Megat's nerves get on edge, being blindfolded didn't help either. Megat hissed, biting hard on his cheek.

"Woi…kau siapa?! Lepaskan aku!" 

Reza sucked on his teeth, giggling close to Megat's ear. "Kenapa? Takut ke, sayang?"

Jap. Reza…?

Megat was dumbfounded. Why would Reza do this all of a sudden? Why the hell is Reza with him now, and most importantly, why in the world was he chained up? With the blink of an eye. Megat's vision suddenly cleared up. As he blinked to adjust from the beam of light, he finally got to see Reza's face. His eyes shot up wide, in shock, as he began to sweat. Stomach in twists, he gulped as he struggled to keep eye contact. The man in front of him wasn't Reza. He couldn't believe it. Reza's body language, his eyes, the look on his face–there was no way that was the Reza he knew in school. No fucking way.

Abdul Reza had a bright light in his eyes, and a smile that would terrify anybody. It was wide, his top teeth touched his bottom lip and definitely wasn't from happiness. He cusped Megat's face in his palms, rubbing it with his thumb.

"Jangan takut dengan saya, cintaku. I takkan cederakan you. Saya janji,"

"Asalkan awak tak nakal, okay?" Reza snickered, pinching Megat's skin right above his jaw.

Megat was sweating bullets at this point, as his stomach twisted even more and his tongue-tied. His mouth was completely dry, unable to say anything in response, as he was horrified with the way Reza spoke. The tone…the way he said the word nakal made Megat nauseous. His heart was hammering against his chest, his chest stuck on his drenched clothes from his sweat. "A-apa yang kau mengarut ni, Ja? Lepaskan aku lah!"

The laugh that escaped Reza's mouth was brutal and heartless. He dramatically exhaled before grabbing Megat by the chin, his fingernails digging deep into his flesh.

Reza's bloodshot, manic eyes glared into Megat's. "KAU JANGAN NAK CABAR AKU!" His voice roared in the room, vibrating off the lifeless concrete walls.

Megat trembled under Reza’s voice, his bones feeling weak like jelly. He’d never seen Reza this angry. Not to certain memories. It was absolutely horrifying to see him just…explode.

He stammered, jaw shivering. “O-okay, okay…I-I…won’t fight.” Megat grinned, chuckling before tugging on his chin.

The energy between them was like two oceans colliding—one of shock and fear, the other of obsession and insanity—and it was clear which one was winning. The smirk and look in Reza’s eyes acted like a paralyser for Megat. One extra second of eye contact he held with Reza caused his nerves to just freeze and render him unable to move. He was completely frozen in place, in horror.

Megat could only stay in place as he watched carefully how Reza circled around him with a seductive glare. It was like Reza was closely studying him; noticing his smallest of features. The way his pupils were dilated, the microtremors in his eyes. How the heat from his skin radiated. The way the sweat made Megat's sweet brown skin shine. Reza was actively making mental notes in his head.

Reza kneeled, his cold fingers unlocking the chains that kept Megat's wrists on the armrests. He held onto Megat's hand tightly, before lowering down and licking the top of the other boy's hand, savouring the salty taste. He licked his lips, his eyes boring into Megat's.

"Manis," Reza moaned. "Mesti bila you pancut dalam my mouth…lagi manis."

The vulgarity, the obscenity, of what entered Megat's ears made him wanted to crawl out of his skin. What the actual fuck was going on? He had to physically hold himself back from vomiting right in Reza's face.

Megat swallowed nervously, hands trembling. "Reza…"

"Yes, sayang?" Reza cooed, his lips curled up.

"Kenapa…kenapa kau buat ni? Kenapa aku?"

Reza sneered, placing a finger under Megat's chin before pushing it up, their eyes now in contact. He slowly allowed his fingers to move over Megat's jaw and neck, his eyes admiring the view. "Tak obvious ke, Megat? Aku dah lama suka kau."

"I'm crazy for you. And sekarang ni, kita akan bersama…sampai bila-bila. Even death can't separate us. Aku tak izinkan." Reza whispered. Megat felt the awful feeling of Reza's tongue on his neck, his senses extremely sensitive. The scent of musk, sweat and pure testosterone filled Megat's nose, making him wince softly. He found it repulsive that Reza would lick him like a cat would. The wet feeling made the area licked itchy, but fought the urge of scratching; fearing that Reza would hurt him. Megat suddenly felt a sharp sting on his shoulder, peering over almost immediately. He noticed deep, almost bleeding nail marks in his flesh. Reza gripped him so hard it left a mark. Serious lah…dia dah gila. 

Takkan aku nak duduk diam? Tapi kalau dah gila…dia mesti boleh bunuh aku.

Megat stammered. "Kenapa tak terus terang dulu? You don't need to do all t-"

"Sebab perkataan tak boleh jelaskan betapa gilanya saya untuk awak."

What?

Megat was astonished. He’d never seen, or heard, anyone like this before. This isn't your usual crazy person. This was…miles away from that.

His heart started to beat hard against his ribcage again. The pressure was building up, and Megat just wanted to do one thing—try and escape. Even though that wasn’t possible. He knew that Reza would hurt him in the most despicable ways.

“O-okay. Faham.” Megat nodded, trying to calm himself down.

Reza chuckled childishly, lifting his leg up so he could sit on Megat’s lap. Weh, apa dia buat ni?! Geli la! He rested his left arm on one of Megat’s shoulders, and his other was brushing over Megat’s hair.  Reza giggled, his voice high-pitched and his eyes still had that crazed look in them. He held Megat’s cheek in his palm, his touch gentle.

“Jangan takut, sayang,” Reza muttered into Megat’s ear as his left arm moved down to grasp Megat’s chest.

“Kan saya dah janji, kalau awak tak nakal, I won’t hurt you.”

Megat squirmed when he felt both Reza’s hands touching his chest, obviously disturbed by the breach of his personal space. It wasn’t just the fact that Reza was touching him without asking. It was also the way Reza was touching him. 

Rough, but gentle. 

Reza’s hands moved further south to his abs and waist, before he leaned closer to Megat’s face, his eyes stuck on the other boy’s lips. 

“Ja…apa kau nak buat ni?”

“Relax, sayang.” Reza spoke, his voice low, slow and soothing. “Breathe in, and out slowly. Just relax.”

Reza’s voice changing to this weird soothing, calming tone confused Megat. Upon seeing his furrowed brows, Reza slid off his lap and sat opposite of Megat. 

Reza half-smiled, his back straight. “Focus on your deep breaths. In and out, slowly.”

He was trying to get Megat calmed down and gain his trust. In hopes that it’ll allow him to hypnotise and brainwash him.

As he felt Megat’s skin got colder, and he felt the pulse slowing, he exhaled and held Megat’s hand.

“Relax, okay? Aku takkan cederakan kau asalkan…”

Megat gulped. 

“Asalkan…aku behave.”

Reza had a satisfied smile on his face as he straddled on Megat’s lap again. He ran his hand down Megat’s chest, feeling the other boy’s already rapid heartbeat.

He chuckled lowly, taking in the intoxicating scent of Megat's adrenaline. 

Feeling Reza's breath on his skin, Megat's breath hitched. Why did he feel…different? His heart wasn't beating as fast as he'd expect it to. It was like his body was just allowing himself to be touched like this. Without a moment for him to think or say anything, his parted lips were sealed with a kiss from Reza.

Reza's lips were rough, chapped and peeling—in contrast to Megat's soft, silky ones. Reza's body was limp, hands moving around Megat's body. He went all tensed up, his breathing shallowed as he groaned. Reza's skin was flushed, sighing in pleasure—his legs slowly swung open. He began to grab Megat's hands and placed them on top of his head, leaning further onto Megat's chest as he slowly rubbed against the boy's thigh.

Megat had his eyes shut the entire time, but couldn't control his hands from travelling to Reza's spine, resting his fingers in the smooth groove. 

Reza began to whimper, parting his lips from Megat's, his mouth agape as fingers wrapped around Megat's neck. He groaned while his hips buckled, moving painfully slow as he trembled in pleasure. Megat watched in silence as Reza moaned and bit his lip before he slid off the thigh, wiping off a little drool.

Reza chuckled, planting kisses along Megat's jawline. "Good night, baby."

He ran a finger across Megat's chest, before turning around, slowly walking toward a door in the distance.

"Jangan nakal-nakal." With a smirk, he disappeared, leaving Megat in the dark room, allowing him to be alone with his thoughts.

He clenched his jaw, brows furrowed as he tried to process what just happened. He woke up, got his wrists unchained, and forcibly kissed. All in a very short time span. What was Reza actually capable of? Megat doubted he had enough courage to test the theory out. He exhaled a long breath he never remembered holding, before cracking his knuckles. Like it or not, he had to endure whatever Reza had planned for him. To save his life. He wasn't gonna risk getting killed by someone mentally unstable.

As Megat's eyes stared into the abyss of darkness ahead of him, he wondered how far could he actually survive like this? How long would it take for him to lose his mind, being deprived of sunlight and freedom of movement, of socialising? 

The biggest question: How long could he endure being trapped in a psycho's basement, with a daily glimpse of just how crazy he was?

Don't fight back too much, Megat. You don't know what he's capable of.

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“Reza! Reza, tolonglah! Sampai bila kau nak tinggalkan aku kat sini?” Megat’s voice raw, his throat aching and burning from his relentless yelling, hoping that Reza would come downstairs.

What Megat didn’t know was that Reza had his eyes on him the entire time—through a series of cameras on each corner of the walls. For the past two days, Reza had left Megat in the basement, devoid of light, water or windows. Megat had no idea how long he’d been down there for, and he genuinely thought it had been only a few hours.

On the other side, through a monitor screen in Reza’s bedroom, he leaned back on the chair as he exhaled with satisfaction.  Reza enjoyed watching how desperate Megat was for any ounce of mercy or sympathy; something that he’d never get once he was stuck under Reza’s watchful eye. Keep begging, baby. Tak lama lagi…kau akan jadi mainan peribadi aku.

Reza found it amusing that Megat had so much energy in him to keep screaming for almost two days. It was intriguing to him how Megat was so naive to think he would let him go so easily. Never, not without a good fight. Rising up from his chair, Reza pushed it back under the table as he made his way toward his wardrobe. His gaze stuck on the array of suits in front of him, arranged nicely. He grabbed an undershirt and methodically slid it onto his body, making sure he didn’t wrinkle it by accident. After buttoning the shirt and leaving the top two alone, he hastily yanked a suit jacket off its hanger and wore it. Peeking at the mirror, he straightened the jacket, repositioned the collar before he pulled out his tie drawer.

He looked at the neat ties on display, ultimately choosing a deep red one, the colour eerily resembling blood. Reza huffed, smirking at the view of himself in the mirror. Before heading downstairs, he put his favourite pair of leather gloves in his pockets, snatching his phone from the nightstand.

The door to the basement clicked open, Reza’s silhouette framed in a beam of light—looking like an angel in disguise. Megat looked up, sighing in relief as he tried to shift his body in the chair.

Reza emerged from the shadows, a faux sincerity in his smile as he placed a bowl and a cup of water on a side table.

“Sorry I took so long, sayang,” Reza uttered softly. His hands moved toward the bowl. He held it in one hand, scooping up the contents of it. Megat studied the food on the spoon. Why did it look so familiar? It only registered in him when the spoon slowly approached his mouth—it was his go-to breakfast. Honey banana baked oats with cinnamon. How the hell did Reza know what his regular breakfast was? There was no way it was just a lucky guess or coincidence, something fishy was going on.

Megat hesitated to open his mouth, although his stomach was growling. He allowed Reza to spoon-feed him, only because it may be the only way he’d get food. His eyes locked down to the floor, Megat spoke. “T-thanks, Reza. Sedap.”

Reza grinned. “Takpe, sayang. I tahu you lapar, so I buatkan ni untuk you.” 

“Macam mana you tahu ni favourite I?”

Reza’s heart stopped for a moment, before he brushed it off and laughed. Refusing to answer Megat’s question, he let it go through the air between them as he continued feeding Megat. The question was repeated a few times, but was left unanswered even once the food was cleared, and he’d drank his big glass of water. Megat was beginning to suspect something. The fact that Reza knew his breakfast, or where he often jogged…was he stalked?

Reza placed the glass aside. “Jangan risau, sayang. I know everything about you,” he pressed his lips on Megat’s forehead. “Saya boyfriend awak.”

Megat felt a shiver down his spine. What the hell was Reza on about? He sealed his lips shut, his body stiff in fear.

A finger landed on Megat’s chest. The movement painfully slow, but gentle. As if Megat was a piece of art—made of porcelain, easily broken. Reza's stiff fingers made Megat flinch, despite trying to fight against it. He was perplexed by everything that had happened; had Reza been treading by his tail the whole time? How did he not notice? Bodohlah…dia ikut aku ke? Megat's breath hitched, unsure of what to say. He didn't mishear what Reza said, right? That he was…Megat's boyfriend ? Boyfriend.

Boy. Friend. 

No way. Megat was convinced he was hallucinating, hearing things. He didn't—had never—liked Reza that way. Megat considered Reza as his right-hand man, his best friend, someone he trusted. 

"B-boy…friend?"

Reza hummed, resting his palm into Megat's cheek. "Saya boyfriend awak, awak boyfriend saya."

It was genuinely causing Megat's brain to short circuit. What the fuck had got into Reza's head? There was no way he wanted this to go further, he wanted out. But how? He was literally bound and stuck in a basement of a psychopath. He saw something resembling a knife in Reza's back pocket. Megat was sure that if he did one small, wrong step—he'd be in grave danger.

Megat didn't dare to meet Reza in the eye. "M-macam mana…"

"Sebab I know everything about you more than you know yourself."

Reza circled around Megat, one hand tucked in a pocket. "Awak ni naive, eh. Tak pernah suspect yang saya stalk awak."

What.

Reza admitted that he stalked him. 

Then, Megat had a sudden thought pop in his head. What if Reza was just playing with his fears? Maybe Reza didn't stalk him after all, and this was a ploy to make him afraid. Megat's head was spinning—a thousand thoughts rummaged around.  No. He can't. This must be a joke. He said this just to rile Megat's head up. Megat refused to fully believe what came out of Reza's mouth. He couldn't.

Reza noticed the inner conflict in Megat's expression, and the heaviness of the air between them. A small laugh escaped his lips, reverting Megat's attention away from his own thoughts. 

"Gurau je la, sayang," Reza sang, planting a kiss on the nape of Megat's neck.

"Takkan la I boleh sejahat tu?" Megat glared at Reza, heart pounding slower. 

It was the sparkle in Reza's eyes. That damn sparkle.

The sparkle that made him find Reza so endearing. That sparkle he had whenever he wanted Megat to follow along in school.

That was enough for him to put down his suspicions for a moment—taking in the sight in front of him. Megat couldn't lie; he did miss Reza. All the nonsense they were doing back in school, their falling out and the moment they made up. 

At that moment, time stopped. Megat thought of all the times him and Reza were together in school, studying, playing around.  He couldn't believe that the Reza stood in front of him was the same person. He was so…different.

Without realising, Megat had a small smile on his lips.  Those memories really made him feel a sense of longing for the older days, before all this mess. Megat missed the Reza he knew at KUDRAT. The one he called his best friend. The one he trusted. Noticing that Megat was stuck thinking about the past, Reza took the opportunity to do something that'll make Reza swoon. At least in his eyes.

After a while, he snapped out of the memory. Somehow, something was slightly different.

Reza had taken off his suit jacket, his hands hovering over the buttons on his shirt. When did that happen? Megat last remembered…Reza smiling at him.

Reza's eyes were boring into him, fuelled by some type of darkness. He couldn't pinpoint what was in Reza's energy, but it was intoxicating. The meticulousness of how Reza unbuttoned his shirt, how he'd occasionally look at Megat, the small lip bite.

Megat swore he wasn't attracted to men; this may be the exception.

Reza swayed slowly toward a speaker, and a song began to play.

The white shirt was tossed aside, and Reza began to move his body in ways Megat had never seen. Reza's abs, holy shit.

Reza let himself go and allowed his body to wave along with the music. He sat across Megat, sensually sliding his hand down his trousers, his eye contact unbreaking. He spread his legs, sliding downwards before slowly standing back up. 

Megat was star-struck. The beat dropped, and in a painfully slow movement, Reza lowered his pants, revealing lace underwear and stockings. 

You want to feel

But you got no touch

You think it's love

But you think too much

Reza treaded closer to Megat, sat on his thighs as he ground on them, his hands tracing lines down Megat's chest. It felt like en eternity, and Megat fought with his own subconscious, whether he actually enjoyed this or not. Reza switched positions, back faced Megat as he swayed his hips fluidly. After the instrumental, he slid off Megat's thighs, moving back to the chair.

I got this thing

Gonna break you down

You're crumbling

Till you hit the ground

It was insane to watch it unfold. Reza kicking his leg up in the air with ease, before sinking down from the edge of the chair to the ground. Even the way he got back up was intoxicating.

You wanna try

Come and have your taste

He was leaning back on the chair, supported by his arms. His body waved, grinding with the air. The sweat dripping down his abs. The fucking stare. 

This thing won't stop

'Til you can't be straight

Reza's legs slowly separated, before snapping back together on beat, as his hands roamed over his chest and neck. Megat's brain was beginning to become mush at this point, enamoured by the scene unfolding.

The instrumental break was where Megat fully lost it.

Reza was now on the floor, sensually moving with the rhythm of the music, how his hands slowly roamed around his own body, his legs uncrossed and one leg up before turning to face him. Crawling slowly before stopping right below Megat's feet, face up. It was now all Reza's legs. With the laced stockings, they folded, uncrossed and spread open on each beat. Those lace stockings made Megat go wild. The way they hugged Reza's legs. His eyes were wide open at this point.

Reza sat up, eyes right into Megat's soul, biting his finger, and his hips moving with fluidity and sensuality. His hands sliding down his thighs, torso and waist. Almost like a calling—a sign. 

At the last line, Reza returned on his hands and knees, looking up at Megat with his eyes full of lust and desire, biting his lip.

The pressure and heat in Megat's pants was unprecedented. Pretty sure no woman had made him feel like that.

Reza hummed lowly, "Lepaskan nafsu you, sayang. You want me."

"U-um…wow—I-I…" Megat struggled, lips trembling. "T-tak sangka yang you boleh—"

"Spare me your praise, baby. I know you'd like this."

Seeing Abdul Reza, the past Ketua Pelajar in nothing but lace panties and stockings was unexpected, but it seemed like Megat liked it. He didn't know what to say, or do. He was impressed, shocked, and slightly aroused. Megat gulped, blinking from his lingering shock and disbelief.

Reza knew this would be Megat's exact reaction, it was expected of him from the hours of stalking and studying his mannerisms and subtle body language. That internal struggle within Megat dissipated; Reza's plan was now a success. Megat was slowly losing his defiant thoughts oof escape. There was no way he could escape anyway, Reza would easily find him through the people he hired to track him down in case. And he knew that if Megat even tried to escape, he'd be facing Reza's true tendencies. Reza didn't want to actually hurt Megat, at least not now, not so early.

Reza giggled, standing up before he sat on the edge of Megat's thighs. Megat panicked. His body was cold, hands shaking.

"J-Ja—kenapa…" Megat stumbled. "J-jangan macam ni…"

Leaning closer to Megat's ear, Reza muttered.

"You nak, kan? Mestilah, you nak. I'm all you can think of."

Reza wasn't wrong in the slightest—he was all what Megat could think of, especially after all that. Megat couldn't think or say anything, his eyes stuck on the lace stockings Reza was wearing.

Did Megat really want to leave? After all, he was absolutely star-struck and amazed by what Reza did with that dance number. He knew being captured was wrong—but he wanted more. It created an insatiable hunger for more of whatever Reza just did. To Megat currently, Reza's dance was as important to him as breathing. It was simply everything and anything about it that made the whole thing so addictive. How Reza's hips move, his hands sliding around so smoothly, how Reza knew to capture his attention—it was hypnotic. He couldn't keep his eyes off of Reza the whole time. 

Megat craved it, he wanted— needed — more. 

He swallowed, meeting Reza in the eye. 

"N…nak." Something at this moment turned off all the sense in Megat's head.

A simple dance led to him wanting his captor to give him more performances, which meant that he'd fall deeper into this trance-like state of watching in awe and thinking only about Reza. Nothing else, just Reza through and through.

"Nak…nak lagi."