Chapter 8.

                                    

                                          
Next Morning...
Bangkok...
Type opened his eyes and he found himself in a strange room. He looked here and there and the slowly got up and rubbed sleep off of his eyes.
Then he saw Tharn on the sofa right in front of the bed with his laptop. Tharn is already dressed in his office attire and it looked like he was doing an online meeting with the way he talk. Type kept quiet so that Tharn is not disturbed.
After sometimes Tharn shut his laptop and the saw type already awake.
His expressions changed. He looked more angry and disappointed. Type also became scared. 
Tharn got up and walked to Type. 
He bent a little and then caressed type's face and then suddenly he grabbed his jaws roughly and harshly. Type was surprised and shocked at the same time. He started struggling but tharn had a firm grip.
"What did you think that I will let you go so easily after you hurt my brother. Keep dreaming. From today you will know what it takes if you mess with tharn Suppasit's family." He said and pushed type's face away. 
"Tha...."
"Don't you dare call me by my name. It's master. You are just a slave for me nothing more. DO YOU GET IT?"
Type who was sniffling nodded in fear as he tried to control his cries.
"Starting from today you are going to do all the chores of this house by your own hands." Just then somebody knocked on the door and a lady came in. She was fair and looked like she is in her late forties. 
Tharn introduced her,"She is Mr. Hailey and she is the housekeeper here. She will keep an eye on you. And if I get to know that you are misbehaving then mark my works. THERE WILL BE SEVERE CONSEQUENCES." 
"Did you get it?" 
"I asked did you get it!" Tharn shouted. 
Type immediately nodded his head, shivering. 
"Then what are you waiting for? Leave. She will show you your new room. Also prepare the food. You have 15 minutes. I need to leave for work too." Tharn said. Type hurriedly got up from the bed and followed the lady.
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After 15 minutes. 
Tharn came to the dining table and sat. Type severed him with shaky hands. 
Type had a bite and then spit it out.
"What the f***? You call this shit food!" He shouted and threw the plate on the floor.
"I asked you something you piece of shit? And I need an answer if I ask you something."
"I...i...a..m s..orry." 
"Sorry? I don't need your f****** sorry. Throw all these and make everything again." Tharn said.
Type nodded. He was hurt by Tharn's actions. He knew that the food he made was not bad. He is good at cooking. But he also knew its useless arguing with Tharn.
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It was afternoon. 
Tharn already left for work and type is currently cleaning the house. He is sweeping the floor for an hour how. The apartment was so big. Also the lady who was in charge for keeping and eye was not helping. Acting like a perfect bitch she would knowingly sometimes kick the bucket of dirty and make a mess for type to clean. Or just drop some drink or something.