Manner Of Death English Translation

Chapter 15

I'm not ready when the mighty fist of the man in front of me lands on my left temple. I am thrown to the side. My vision gets blurry and darkens for a second. The feeling of numbness turns to pain and spreads through my head bringing tears to my eyes. I try to stand up straight so that I can look at the figure of the beefy man who was cracking his joints. He approaches me slowly.

"What were you thinking eh?" The voice of the one who just spilled my blood whispered in my ear. I turn away trying to regain my composure.

I clench my fists. I can feel the hot liquid pouring out of the wound on my left cheek, which must have been caused by the ring that this person was wearing on their right middle finger. His left hand grabs my collar and pulls me to him. Despite our similar size, his power and charisma completely surpass me.

"Did you call an ambulance? Do you think that's smart?" A long breath escapes from his mouth. "I didn't come all the way from Bangkok to see my brother go to jail."

I close my eyes, the sound of crickets echoing through the abandoned building, which is illuminated only by the streetlights outside. I choose to remain silent since I have no valid excuse to justify myself.

"And to think that I thought you were smarter than that, Tann. You never let anyone down, except me or the guys. What the hell were you doing?" The man lets go of my shirt.

"I am sorry." That's probably all I can mumble for an answer.

"Your apologies won't help. The only way for you to be forgiven is to get the job done." He puts a phone in my room hand. "The only thing that thrills me is that you stole the doctor's phone. I told Pert to give him his. You will use this one for the tracker I have installed."

I clench my fist on the laptop. He turns to join two men in black suits who were waiting behind him. "Go to the hospital. VIP floor, room 11. Make sure the doctor writes the report the way I want it. If you fail, you can say goodbye to your dear mother." After that, he leaves, followed by his bodyguards.

I hang out there for a long time. I should be used to these threats though, since that's what he always uses to force me to obey. It is for this reason that I have always been considered and still today as a second-class person in the eyes of this family: Mr. Odd, Pert and especially the eldest of this family, Paul.

After moving in with my father, I met these two sons during the summer vacation. Pert and Paul studied in Bangkok. They seemed pretty shocked at the revelation of having another sibling. Although they always treated me well, they knew perfectly well my position in this family.

Pert, the youngest, was friendly. He often offered me small discussions which allowed us to become quite close. But he also liked to give me futile orders. Pert may look decent from the outside, but he's cruel and crude. I saw him hit a puppy with a golf club all because he didn't think he was cute enough anymore, seriously injuring him. I had to intervene before he ended up killing him.

This madness does not appear only in Pert; the eldest of the family, Paul, also shares it. I avoid being in contact with him as much as possible. He is a taciturn man with a definite penchant for violence. If I qualify Pert as atrocious Paul raised that to another level this, much worse. Luckily, when Paul graduated from a business school in Bangkok, my father put him in charge of the family business in Bangkok. And as far as the enterprise in this province is concerned, he has left the responsibility to Pert.

I was never worried about working for Pert because we could talk openly among ourselves. But working for Paul has proven to be perfectly evil. Especially now, since taking charge of Pert's brothel, since he's run away, the prospect has made me uncomfortable. Pert never raised a hand on me, Paul yes. The fist on my temple was just a wake-up call. A reminder that I must obey him. There is nothing I cannot do but devote myself to it.

Dr. Bunnakit.

I leave this abandoned warehouse, putting the black hood of my sweatshirt on my head. The wound on my temple throbs painfully as I drive to the parking lot to retrieve my car.

The doctor's face filled the course of my thoughts. Why did I call the ambulance? Because I was worried that he might have a concussion. If so, he would have to receive the right care. I have never paid attention to the welfare of my victims before. But there is something special about this man, something that makes me unable to stop thinking about him.

...

The photos look incredibly real. I watch Bunn's face plunged into a pool of blood on the leafy ground in the woods. The pose and the blood on his face were designed by this conscientious medical examiner. The place chosen is the wood behind the house where I dragged him. The air is cool, the rising sun has not yet managed to penetrate the fog that surrounds us.

"You're done ?" Bunn asks me.

"Yes"

"Okay…" Bunn walks away from the pool of blood, with obvious relief. He tries to somehow get up but I hurry to get him up. For the photo, I had to handcuff him again, twisting his arms behind his back.

"Let me see the pictures."

I show them to him on my phone and he scrutinizes each photo. "Zoom in on my head."

I obey. "What do you think? To an ordinary guy like me, that looks real." I observe Bunn's bloody outfit. The liquid dribbles and trickles down his scarlet-stained clothes. If anyone were to encounter such a scene, they would be terrified. "I think this photo should be fine. Let's hurry, we'll finish so I can clean you up."

Bunn stares at me. "I will do it myself." He returns to his images, those of a man who seemed to have been shot. "This is acceptable. Currently, if the photo showed the entry of the bullet, it might have looked more realistic. But we made sure it was hidden by my hair, so the angle of fire should probably be lower. find it close to my mouth and chin. They shouldn't be able to see the wound, since the body is face down. " Bunn pursed his lips with a thoughtful look before concluding, "Send this one to your boss."

"Alright…" I turn to hide my phone screen from him and send the photos to Pert. "Now let's cross our fingers that he believes in it."

Bunn looks at me silently. I know he was trying to figure out who my boss was. "If he's not a medical examiner, there shouldn't be a problem."

I slip my phone into my pocket. "No he's not. You're the only one in the area." I walk up to him and put my arm around his shoulders. "Let's go clean you up. The blood has dried on your forehead wound."

"Untie me first." I hesitate to do so. I want to keep him under my control; but I have to earn his trust at the same time. So I have to release him as he wishes. Once released, Bunn goes straight into the house so quickly that I literally have to run after him and grab his forearm.

"Hey, you... I can't turn my back on you, can I?" I scream, unintentionally squeezing my grip on his arm.

Bunn is stopped by his arm in my hand. "I guess you can't." He looks at me out of the corner of his eye. "Because if you do, I will disappear. "

“Yes, you will disappear—and you will die,” I pull his arm and drag him after me. Bunn then begins to cough. He's coughing a lot more than last night. I have to wash him and put him to bed as soon as possible.

I escort him to my car in front of the house. I pick up a T-shirt and pants that were in the trunk. I always have a change of clothes and a towel in my car in case I have evening classes to give. I then stay to sleep at school.

After picking up the clothes, I guide Bunn into the bathroom behind the house. He stops dead at the entrance when he realizes that I am about to accompany him. "Wait! Why do you have to come in with me?"

"You can't wash yourself and there is no mirror inside."

Bunn frowns and says, "I can see you're getting the upper hand in any circumstance."

What he is telling me is not entirely wrong. I haven't had a single chance to be so close to him. We rarely touch each other. As soon as I have an opportunity, I savor every moment as much as possible. "I just want to help you. The blood will be hard to clean you know?"

Bunn watches me silently. What will I not give to find out what he is thinking at this moment? "So wait outside. If I need something, I'll call you. "

I don't think Bunn will call me to join him; It's a certainty. "Okay" so I answer. Bunn then enters the bathroom, which should calm his sophisticated city-dweller taste. The ground is made of raw earth, wet and cold. There is a toilet with a septic tank and a large earthenware jar with a dragon motif engraved on it. I did not touch the water to know the temperature. It must have been cold in this jar. So I remember something. "I should warm the water for you. Can you wait a minute?"

"It's okay; I can wash myself like this." Bunn folds his arms, not at all disturbed by the state of the bathroom. Despite being a doctor who graduated from a famous medical school in Bangkok, he is so down to earth. There isn't an ounce of arrogance about him. Bunn could be friends with all kinds of people. I find myself even more attracted to him.

"But you are sick..."

“I said I could manage,” Bunn's voice appears strained. "If you want to heat some water, go ahead. Let me take a cold shower now."

Guess I have to let him do it considering he's been cooperating all this time. "Well, okay, here's a change of clothes. These are mine. You might find that a little loose, but it's better than being naked." I give her my simple cream shirt and pants. He takes them and slams the door that I hurry to avoid before taking it in the face.

I lean against the bathroom door, pulling out my phone to look at it. Paul has already seen the photos of Bunn's fake death, but I haven't received a response yet. I feel my heart seize with fear. Will he believe it? Or will he find out about the deception? I put my cell back in my pocket. The sound of water ricocheting off the ground reaches my ears. I hope to see Bunn come out clean and wearing my clothes.

My train of thought is stopped when a voice calls me from the bathroom "Tann! Can you come over here?"

I don't waste time figuring out what's going on and open the door to watch Bunn do what he's supposed to do: wash up. He's soaked. The bathroom is filled with the metallic smell of blood. He's probably no longer intimidated to take his clothes off in front of me, not after the incident that night, during which Bunn initiated the kiss. His kiss was like an eruption of sparks on a bed of dry leaves on the floor of a forest. What happened next was an unstoppable wildfire.

I could only hope that Bunn would be the one to initiate the first step, unless he was just doing it now.

"Do you need help?" My eyes automatically fall on his body. The man turns towards the large earthenware jar.

"No matter how hard I try, the blood sticks." Bunn told me, touching his hair. I notice the traces of blood still clinging to his back. It's no surprise that the blood is so difficult to clean using just water. "Pig's blood is filthy and full of germs. I might as well already be infected with swine flu."

"So you want me to help you wash yourself?" I take off my jacket and hang it on the doorknob before unbuttoning my shirt.

Bunn hisses, "Take off your clothes and come over here."

I quickly take off my clothes. The cool dawn air can take all my heat away, the fire in me boils even stronger.

I try to trap my desire by taking the bowl out of Bunn's hands to spill water on the bloody parts of his body. I rub my hand over his smooth skin. "If we stay like this that long—I don't think I can control myself."

Bunn remains silent for a few seconds, his body quivering slightly. "Just wait… I… let's finish cleaning myself up first."

I am not sure I understood correctly. Did he bring me here intentionally? I focus on my hands, quickly wiping away any remaining blood from Bunn's body so that we move on to a more pleasant stage. Once it's clean, I pour water over my body to wash off any blood that might have clung to me. Bunn takes the towel and wipes his face and body with it before throwing it.

“It's cold ..” Bunn complains and coughs again. He picks up my clothes before going to the door. I can't take my eyes off him. He turns to look at me as I dry off. "See you in the bedroom."

Bunn bends down to pick up the pile of dirty clothes and walks out of the bathroom. As in a mid-dream state, I hasten to follow him. Is he waiting for me in bed? I must be dreaming.

Once in the bedroom, I see Bunn rummaging through my jeans pockets. I come to my senses in a thousandth of a second. I understand that he knew exactly what he was doing, he knows what is in my pocket and he seduced me with his body. I'm going to get my pants back but too late. Bunn lets go of the garment and I see the gun in his right hand pointed at my chest. I freeze motionless. My eyes widen. I forgot how smart Bunn is. I let my guard down, it's my mistake.

Let that be a lesson to me: that's what I get from having betrayed him. Good work Dr. Bunn. Oh, what satisfying revenge for you.