Beneath the Surface: Secrets of an Obsessed Heart-Chapter 93 - 92

’FUCK YOU RAIDEN!!!’ Sora screamed in his head.

He was currently in a club, standing quietly beside a tall muscular man, dressed in a black and pink skimpy, sexy rabbit costume. His dark hair fell in soft waves around his face, partially obscured by the sleek pink mask that covered the upper half of his features. He was extremely uncomfortable because the costume was a one piece with a thin string that went round his neck. His chest down to his crotch was covered but the back had a string that disappeared between his asscrack, leaving his buttcheeks bare. Attached to the string was a small fluffy tail which stuck out between his asscheeks and on his head was a pair of rabbit ears.

He was cursing Raiden over and over again in his head. Apparently, Raiden had paid the money he owed Big Tony but according to the contract he had signed, even if he breaks it off and pays the money, Sora still had to participate in their escort service for one week. Sora tried to find a way out of it but Big Tony threatened to return Raiden’s money and make him work for it instead.

Not wanting to be a porn star, Sora had to swallow his pride and complains, wear the costume and escort the first client to a club.

It was just that it wasn’t an ordinary club. It was a private gay club. Sora already guessed the man he was posing as a date for was gay and a pervert due to the costume he made him wear but he didn’t think they’d go to a club.

He deeply frowned when he saw men grinding against each other on the dance floor, some kissing and feeling each other up. He glanced at the man beside him, fear marring his features when he thought the man might want to do such stuff with him.

Sensing Sora’s gaze, the man turned to him and smirked. He grabbed Sora’s ass and squeezed. "What? You want some action?"

Sora instantly went red with anger. He was about to explode when the man’s phone rang. The man fished out his phone from his suit pocket, read the message on the screen and burst out laughing. He took his hand away from Sora’s ass and grabbed Sora’s wrist instead. "Follow me. It’s time."

He didn’t wait for Sora to respond and just dragged him along. Sora followed him to the VIP section and instead of going into one of the VIP rooms in the hall, Sora was led straight down the corridor and down a long fleet of stairs. The area was dark and cold. They walked for what seemed like half an hour to Sora until they came upon a large red door.

The man pressed a button by the side of the door, had his face and eye scanned then the door clicked open.

Sora wondered what was down here that had to be protected with a face and eye scan. In a way, he was eager to know. The man seemed rich so he wanted to know what sort of dark secrets rich people kept nowadays. After all, he was once rich and he had deep dark secrets of his own.

Before the man opened the door, he turned to Sora, looking excited. "Watanabe Sora, welcome to your high-school reunion."

High-school reunion???

Wait, how did he know his real name?

Before Sora could ask any questions, the man opened the door and pushed him in then entered and locked the door.

Sora found himself in a grand room, softly illuminated by golden light. The chandeliers overhead glittered with crystals that sparkled like distant stars, casting a warm glow over the space. The walls were painted a deep red, contrasting with the black flooring, which was partially covered by an opulent, plush red carpet in the center. The couches, crafted from the finest black leather, were arranged around the room, occupied by six men, each wearing a mask that obscured their identities.

What truly stunned Sora, however, was not the opulence of the room but the familiar faces he saw sitting at the feet of the masked men. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized them—his old high-school friends. Overcome with disbelief, he stumbled forward, his voice faltering as he called out their names.

"R-Rukia... Toru... Arata... Yami... Jimin... Ren... Chris... Kota... W-What are you all doing here?" he stammered, unable to comprehend what he was seeing. All his friends were stark naked save for the collars around their necks which were of different colours and sizes with long leashes.

His friends noticed him and immediately averted their gazes in shame, their expressions darkening as they lowered their heads, unable to meet his eyes.

Sora’s eyes darted between the men as they laughed, their voices filling the room with a chilling echo. His breath caught in his throat as the tallest man, the one who first revealed himself, greeted him with a cruel smile. "Long time no see, senior," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

Sora’s heart raced as the memory of this man resurfaced—one of the students he had tormented back in high school. His legs felt weak as he stumbled backward, shaking his head in denial. "N-No..." he stammered, the word barely escaping his lips. "This can’t be..."

The men continued to laugh, enjoying the fear that was now etched across Sora’s face. Another man, with cropped blonde hair, removed his mask and pointed at himself. "Senior, remember me?" he asked, a sinister smirk playing on his lips.

Sora’s eyes widened in horror as recognition dawned. This was another one of his victims. He looked around the room, his gaze locking onto each face, and with each recognition, his fear grew. His legs felt weak and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

They were all here—every single one of them, the people he had bullied in high school. And now, as he glanced at his friends, who still refused to meet his gaze, he realized that this wasn’t a reunion. It was a trap and he had completely fallen for it.

"Oh, don’t look so scared, senior," another man, shorter with black curls, chuckled. "We only brought you here to play."

But Sora knew better. The malice in their eyes was unmistakable. They were after revenge!

His heart pounded in his chest as he wondered; what were they going to do him? What had they done to his friends?

Each one of them sitting on the floor had bullied all the six sitting on the couches. They had done unspeakable, downright horrible things to them back in high-school. He could not remember their names but he could vividly remember them all and what he and his group of friends had done to them. How could he even forget? He had personally ’hunted’ all of them.

And why?

Because they were homosexual.

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