Love and Hate Collide

Trapped♡

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆TRAPPED☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

The messages appeared one after another on the screen.

“Show us your stomach.”

“Boy, your thighs! Let us see them.”

“Come closer, babe.”

“Turn around.”

Gulf stared at the screen for a few seconds.

His fingers tightened around the edge of the table.

“Wake your sword, babe!”

“Show us how hard you are!”

“If only I could see your face. I’d find you and f**k that round ass of yours real hard!”

“I want to hear you scream.”

“Lift your right leg.”

“Move your hands. Let’s all c*m together.”

He sighed and did what the clients wanted, he stroke his manhood. He gently and carefully caressed it. Up and down, his hands moved in a smooth, graceful motion. After a few more strokes, it finally stood up. It stood freely, saluting his clients—brave and proud.

"Urghhh, ahhh, uhhh, uhhh. f**k!". He groaned and growled. He tilted his head upward and closed his eyes, savoring the strange sensation he felt inside. It felt like heaven. If there was one thing he enjoyed about what his clients asked him to do, it was the pleasure he found in pleasing himself. It calmed him and made him forget his problems.

In this way, he escaped from the reality of the world—a world that had been far too cruel to him.

“Urghhhhh, uhhhhh, arghhh! Oh—f**k!” he screamed, jolting from the overwhelming pleasure as his release splattered upward. Some of it even landed on the screen of his laptop.

"ughhhh, s**t! s**t! s**t!"

"Uhhhhhhh, f**k!"

He could hear his clients’ moans and long, drawn-out groans. He grunted and turned off the site. That was enough of a show for tonight.

He sighed, reached for the tissue beside him, and cleaned himself up. It was a mess. Since one of his legs had been raised earlier, his fluids had splattered everywhere, with some even landing on his bedsheet.

He shook his head as he looked at what he had released and grimaced. He felt sorry for them; he had just wasted his own seed.

Then he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. For three months, he had been doing this. Three months of pretending.

Three months of forcing himself to ignore the embarrassment, the discomfort, and the questions that constantly troubled his mind.

He still had not completely accepted what he was doing.

Every time he logged into the online hub, there was a small voice inside him telling him to stop.

But whenever that voice became too loud, he remembered why he had started.

His tuition.

His food.

His rent.

His remaining school expenses. Most importantly, his graduation. He was already in his final year of college. He had spent years working toward that moment, and he refused to let poverty be the reason he would never reach it.

So he endured.

He followed instructions that made him uncomfortable and kept his identity hidden as carefully as possible. Nobody was supposed to know. Nobody could know. That was the only rule he had given himself.

He leaned back against his chair and stared blankly at the ceiling. His room was silent again.

The silence should have made him feel relieved.

Instead, it made him feel empty. He rubbed his face with both hands and sighed.

“This is only temporary,” he whispered to himself.

He had said those words countless times. Maybe one day, he would finally believe them.

He cleaned up his room, changed his clothes, and prepared to sleep. Just as he was about to put his phone aside, it vibrated.

One message.

Then another.

Gulf frowned.

The number wasn't saved in his contacts. He opened the message.

“That was one hell of a show. I love your body. I love your confidence. I love everything about you. I wish I could see your face.”

His eyebrows slowly knitted together.

Something about the message felt different.

It wasn't like the usual messages he received from clients. He continued reading.

“I hope you don't mind if I tell you something. I want to know you beyond the screen.”

Gulf's stomach tightened. He immediately deleted the message.

“Creepy.”

He tossed the phone onto the bed. But another vibration followed.

Then another.

And another.

Gulf stared at the phone. Five unread messages.

His heart began beating faster. He picked it up again. The messages were becoming increasingly personal.

Too personal.

The person knew things that shouldn't have been known. Gulf's face suddenly went pale.

“How?”

He had always been careful. He never showed his face. He never gave his real name. He never mentioned his school. He never told anyone where he lived. He had even created a separate account for the online hub.

Nobody was supposed to connect Gulf, the college student, with the anonymous person behind the screen.

Yet someone had.

His hands began trembling. He quickly blocked the number. For several seconds, he simply stared at his phone. Then he whispered,

“f**k, Gulf. You need to be more careful.”

He barely slept that night. Every time he closed his eyes, he imagined someone knocking on his door. Every notification made him jump.

By morning, he looked exhausted. His eyes were swollen, and dark circles had formed underneath them. He still went to school. He had no choice.

The soccer field was already crowded when he arrived. Students were scattered around the area, some practicing while others sat beneath the shade.

Gulf dropped himself onto the bench and leaned back.

He needed fresh air.

He needed to think.

Unfortunately, peace was the last thing his best friend intended to give him.

“My friend!”

Gulf didn't respond.

“Are you lacking sleep? Look at your eyes!”

A hand moved toward his face. Gulf immediately slapped it away.

“Don't touch me.”

His friend laughed.

“Wow. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

Gulf glared at him. He lightly kicked his friend's leg.

“Leave me alone.”

Instead of listening, his friend sat beside him.

“You've been quiet all morning.”

“I'm tired.”

“Because?”

“Nothing.”

His friend studied him. “Something happened.”

Gulf looked away. He couldn't tell him.

How could he explain it?

Someone from the online hub discovered me.

It sounded ridiculous. Embarrassing. Dangerous.

So he remained silent. His friend eventually sighed.

“Fine. Keep your secrets.”

Gulf rolled his eyes.

Then he remembered the messages again.

His expression darkened. The person had sent several more messages while he was sleeping.

He hadn't answered any of them.

But the thought that someone knew his secret continued to haunt him. Suddenly, his friend nudged him.

“Hey. I've been calling you.”

Gulf looked up. “What?”

“I'm talking to you.”

“About what?” He asked curiously.

His friend grinned.

“The more you hate someone, the more you love them.”

Gulf immediately knew who he was talking about.

“Miw?”

His friend laughed.

Before Gulf could respond, a familiar voice came from behind them.

“Someone called my name?”

Gulf's expression immediately changed.

Miw.

The son of the school director. The person Gulf disliked more than anyone else on campus.

Miw stood there with his two friends, Konrad and Dim.

The three were practically untouchable. Miw's family owned several businesses, including hotels and restaurants. Konrad came from another wealthy family involved in resorts and hospitality. Dim's family was known for their automobile business.

They had money. Influence. Connections.

Everything Gulf didn't have.

Miw smiled. “Gulf. I've been calling you.”

“What do you want?” He snorted. He doesn't like this guy to the core.

“Nothing.” Miw sneered, mocking him.

“Then leave.” He said and closed his eyes.

Miw laughed. He opened his eyes looked at them. He knew what's next.

His friends exchanged amused looks. Gulf knew that expression. Miw was looking for trouble again. Miw stepped closer.

“Why are you always angry when you see me?”

“Because you're annoying.” He replied plainly.

“That's not a very nice thing to say to someone who likes you.” Miw teased and winked him.

“I don't care.” He then showed his middle finger.

Miw continued smiling. He moved closer than Gulf was comfortable with.

Gulf immediately stepped backward. “Don't.”

Miw raised his hands. “Relax, babe”

Gulf snapped and looked at Miw fiercely. "f**k off! I'm not gay, you dipshit! Don't call me that by your slutty mouth! And I said don't come near me.”

For a moment, the smile disappeared from Miw's face. Then it returned.

“You're really cute when you're angry.”

Gulf clenched his jaw. He wanted to walk away. He didn't want another scene. Especially not with the school director's son. He knew exactly what would happen if he got into trouble with Miw.

Everthing is unfair. But he can't do anything. He would be the one blamed. People always believed people like Miw.

People like Gulf were expected to stay quiet. So he turned around and walked away. Behind him, he heard laughter. Then Miw called after him.

“See you later, Gulf!”

Gulf didn't answer. He kept walking.

His fists were clenched tightly at his sides. He hated Miw. He hated the way Miw always acted as if he owned the world.

But more than anything, Gulf hated how powerless he felt around people like him.

He continued down the hallway until he reached an empty corner. Only then did he stop.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

One problem at a time, he told himself.

But his problems were multiplying.

The missing scholarship.

The unpaid bills.

The online job.

The mysterious stranger.

Miw.

Everything was becoming too much. A lone tear dropped off. He chuckled a little and punch the wall. He's drained and wanted to end things. He felt pity of himself.

When he returned home that afternoon, he immediately opened his laptop. He needed money.

That was the only thing that mattered. He searched for the online hub. But he found nothing.

Nothing.

He refreshed the page.

Nothing.

Again.

Still nothing.

“What the hell?”

He checked the internet connection. It was working. He tried another browser.

Nothing.

He tried logging in again.

Access denied.

Gulf stared at the screen.

“No. No, no, no.”

He tried again.

Nothing.

He spent nearly three hours trying to access the account.

His frustration slowly turned into panic. The money he had earned the previous night had already gone toward his school expenses.

Whatever remained had been used to buy food.

He had completely forgotten about his rent.

He ran both hands through his hair.

“Shit.”

He needed another way. He couldn't afford to lose this source of income. His phone suddenly rang.

Without checking the caller, Gulf answered.

“What now? I don't have money today. I can't pay you!”

Silence.

Gulf frowned.

Then a familiar voice answered.

“Hello to you too, my boy toy.”

Gulf froze.

His eyes widened. He looked at the screen.

Unknown Number.

His heart dropped. He slowly sat up.

“Who are you?”

A quiet laugh came from the other end.

“Your knight in shining armor.”

“f**k you.”

Gulf's voice trembled despite his anger.

“I'm not interested in your games. Leave me alone.”

He heard the other line chuckled. “I'm afraid I can't do that.”

Gulf's jaw tightened.

“What do you want?”

“I want you.” This time, the man's tone changed. It sounds serious.

Gulf's blood ran cold. “What?”

“I know who you are.” The other stated.

Gulf stopped breathing for a moment.

The voice continued.

“I know where you study.”

Gulf's fingers tightened around the phone.

“I know about the online hub.”

His entire body went cold. “No.”

“I have copies.”

Gulf's eyes widened. “You're lying.”

“Am I?” The stranger chuckled.

“I can send them to your school.”

Gulf immediately stood. “No. Don't.”

“I can send them to your classmates too.” The man continued

Gulf shouted. “Stop.”

But the man didn't stop there. “I can make sure everyone knows.”

Gulf's knees nearly gave out. His education was the only thing he had left. The scholarship was already gone.

His parents were already gone. The only thing they had left him was the hope that he could finish school and build a better life. He couldn't lose that.

“Please,” he whispered. It was the first time he had begged.

The stranger became silent. Then he spoke again. “Pack your things.”

Gulf frowned. “What?”

“Move in with me.” The man said without second thoughts.

His heart hammered against his chest. “Are you insane?”. He asked puzzled.

“You have until tomorrow morning.” The man said.

Gulf shook his head. "No"

“Then I'll release everything.” The man really challenged him.

Gulf closed his eyes. He felt trapped. There was no good choice. If he refused, his secret could destroy his education. If he agreed, he would be placing himself in the hands of someone he didn't even know.

He swallowed hard. “If I agree... how do I know you won't release the files anyway?”

“You have my word.” The stranger said as if they were in a business meeting.

Gulf laughed bitterly. “Your word?”

The man added. “You don't have many options.”

Gulf's eyes burned with tears. He hated that the stranger was right. He hated being powerless.

He hated having to choose between his safety and his future. Finally, he whispered,

“Fine.”

The stranger chuckled. “I'll pick you up tomorrow.”

“When?” He asked helplessly.

“Nine in the morning.”

Gulf remained silent. He can't think anymore..

“Be ready.” Then the call ended.

For several seconds, Gulf didn't move.

His phone slowly slipped from his hand onto the bed. He stared at the wall.

Tomorrow.

At nine in the morning.

A stranger was coming to take him away from the only life he had known. Gulf wiped his eyes.

He didn't know whether he had just saved his future or destroyed it.

But one thing was certain. The secret he had worked so hard to protect was no longer his alone.

Someone else had it.

And that person now had control over him.

Gulf looked toward the small stack of textbooks on his desk.

He touched the top book gently.

“I just want to graduate,” he whispered.

His voice broke. “Is that really too much to ask?”

Outside his window, the city continued moving as if nothing had happened.

People laughed.

Cars passed.

Lights flickered in distant buildings.

But inside Gulf's small room, everything had changed.

Tomorrow would decide what happened next.

And for the first time in his life, Gulf was genuinely afraid of what morning would bring.

Author's📝:

“He wasn’t afraid of losing anymore. He was simply tired of holding onto hope for a victory he was beginning to realize would never be his.”

Thank you for reading🫶

~EDZA♡🖊