NOVEL NEXT vol. 3 chapter 10 - Encounter with the Ghost (2)
The noose was flailing my hands and scratching my face and neck, but I didn't care. The intention was to pull the rope like this and break his neck. But the workers surrounding the mattress were a little faster. A worker's foot got stuck in the side.
I almost lost my strength, but I held on like a devil. I just wanted to hold on until this fucking bastard suffocated. However, there was no way for him to hold on as three or three workers kicked him and strangled him. The workers were swearing harshly and pulling me by my hair. I felt the penis of the noose coming out of my back hole.
In an instant, I was thrown out of the mattress. Kicks rained down all over my body. Meanwhile, high-pitched laughter echoed through the ceiling of the log cabin. It was Jerome's laughter. The sound of laughter seemed to energize me. I stood up, grabbing the ankle of a worker who was flying towards my chest. The worker fell, creating a hole between them. He escaped through the hole and kicked the rushing workers.
In an instant, we were confronting each other. There were two workers standing in front of me, one holding the noose and the other holding the noose. When I got up, it was only then that I could see Mr. Acacia and Jerome. Acacia had a cold face that made her flinch, and Jerome burst out laughing, leaning his arm on Acacia's shoulder.
He looked around at the workers and smiled wickedly.
The worker took out a heavy single-ended spanner from his tool belt.
"I'll absolutely crush you!"
The worker took a step forward, clutching a wrench.
"No."
An unexpected figure stopped him. The workers turned to look at him. I looked at Acacia. Acacia looked straight at me and took a step closer.
"You shouldn't break his arm. It won't be that easy."
Acacia took a step closer.
"That's not how you handle Raymond. He's an untameable dog."
He took another step closer.
"Scolding him, coaxing him... nothing will work."
Acacia took another step closer, standing alongside the workers and looking at me. I held my breath, staring blankly at Acacia's strange lips. "If you try to tame an untamable dog, you'll only end up biting your own hand."
Acacia whispered, her voice chilling and chilling.
"An untamable dog is either let go or killed..."
Before Acacia could finish her sentence,
"You bitch, I'll kill you!"
Noose, her voice hoarse from strangulation, shouted like lightning. He lunged at me, clutching a screwdriver, his naked lower body dangling. He thrust the screwdriver as if to stab me in the stomach. But before Noose could reach him, Acacia stopped him. For some reason, Noose, seeing Acacia blocking him, grumbled in anger, but remained still. Instead, he glared at me, his eyes nearly popping out. How cute. I smirked at him and stared at Acacia. "Is it either let go or kill him? Then kill him, you idiot."
"No. It's too easy to just kill him. Make him realize that being tamed is better, and only then..."
Acacia-san spoke softly in a strange voice.
"You need to know. You need to learn about frustration."
It was strange. Something unsettling and suspicious. Acacia-san felt inexplicably familiar. His speech, his tone, the vocabulary he used were undeniably familiar. I'd definitely heard him somewhere. I'd definitely talked to that man before.
But his face was unfamiliar. That face was unforgettable, a striking feature. But where did it come from? I asked, gripped by a question I couldn't quite figure out.
"You... who the hell are you?"
"Me?"
Acacia-san let out that creepy laugh again. He laughed, his expressionless face impassive, until the log cabin drifted away, then replied,
"You're my pimp. You're my prostitute."
Mr. Acacia pulled a small gun from his suit jacket. He fired at me without hesitation. It was a tranquilizer gun. I pulled the small needle out of my stomach and threw it away. But my legs buckled in an instant. Damn it, the next time I opened my eyes, I might actually have lost a couple of fingers.
I slumped to the floor and glared at Mr. Acacia. I watched his expressionless face grow closer and closer, and then finally collapsed on the cement floor. My eyes closed.
***
I'd been through so much in one night. I'd been tied to a trailer, raped, locked in a closet, and then escaped. I'd been injected with some kind of injection on the way out, passed out, dragged to a campsite, nearly had my fingers cut off, but instead, I'd been gang-raped by fourteen men and passed out. That night, I was reunited with Simon, whom I believed I'd never see again, and Jerome, whom I thought was dead, returned alive. When I opened my eyes in the morning, I had been in a physical altercation with Jerome and almost been gang-raped again. I was beaten to death, finally knocked unconscious by a tranquilizer gun, and now, just barely, I was regaining consciousness.
It had been a very long day.
I barely opened my eyes. I hadn't been unconscious for very long... The air was stifling. The golden summer sun beat down through the bare, windowless frame. I blinked slowly, staring at the sun-drenched cement floor. It felt like midday. Something about the space between my legs made me feel uncomfortable, so I lowered my head.
It ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) seemed I'd been gang-raped in my sleep. My lower body burned and ached. I was completely naked. I spread my legs. Semen was caked in a messy, dried mess. When I tried to sit up, semen spurted out of my hole. It felt awesome.
I sat up uncomfortably, my upper body raised. For some reason, my feet were free. However, the rope between my wrist and the chandelier fixture had shortened slightly. I tried pulling it with my wrist, then let it go. I had to pull out what was behind me. The hole burned, but perhaps because I was asleep, it didn't hurt. The spot where the workers had beaten me before I passed out was just throbbing. Anyway, I'm glad my tummy was as strong as ever.
I knelt on the floor. I placed my bound hands between my legs. It would hurt if I put my fingers in. I gritted my teeth and groped my fingers down.
<… Should I help you?>
A voice suddenly sounded from behind me, startling me and I turned around. Matt was sitting on the paint cans lined up against the wall.
Why is that bastard here… In my dazed mind, Matt's face, pale and pale, suddenly flashed through my mind. Memories flooded back. Matt had been here last night, too. It was when the photos of the boys from my boarding school days were leaked. Matt had seen them.
I couldn't think of anything to say, so I just stared blankly at him. Matt stood up and approached me hesitantly. A voice finally came out.
<…I'll help you.>
The man, his face drooping significantly overnight, slowly knelt behind me. It was easier to be helped. Putting aside the pros and cons, I turned to face him and placed my bound hands on the floor.
Matt's fingers were soft and delicate. Even as he drained the cum inside me, he barely touched my swollen asshole. I felt that this act was very familiar to Matt. I instinctively felt that Matt had more to his past than he'd told me. I couldn't figure out what was going on. There were mountains of questions I wanted to ask. I held back the urge to spill my words and waited for him to finish cleaning up. He'd cum so much, it took a while for him to drain it all. After he did, he wiped his behind with a handkerchief.
I turned around as soon as he finished. Matt froze, his eyes widening at my sudden movement. I grabbed his neck and pinned him to the floor, crushing him. Matt coughed and cried. I hadn't even squeezed him hard, but what a joke. I finally let go of his neck after I sat on his waist. I stared down at his pretty face, tears welling up in my eyes, and asked,
Matt turned his head to the side and muttered. He felt pity for the terrified, sobbing boy, who must have been only twenty-one or twenty-two. He sighed and spoke a little softly.
Matt didn't answer, but tears streamed down his face.
"Huh? Uh... yeah. I have one... just a sec..."
I lit a cigarette, turned my back to Matt, and took a deep drag. Staring at his blank face for so long, I felt sorry for him, and I wanted to give him another one. We smoked in silence. It was broad daylight, and there was no sound of construction outside. By now, the workers had probably all gone for a nap, exhausted from the heat.
If we were going to escape, now was our chance. But I had no clothes, Matt was sitting next to me, and I couldn't figure out what was going on, and my lower body ached just sitting there. Plus, they'd already lost me in the trailer. It seems like there are no other eyes watching right now, but what kind of traps have been set?
I don't know.
In many ways, getting information from Matt and formulating a plan was the right approach. However, that guy was completely out of his mind, completely lost. Pressing Matt on what he was doing here might be pointless. After all, who would care what Matt did or who Jerome was? After all, if I escaped here, I shouldn't see anyone again. It would be much better to ask about the current situation at the campsite, figure out how to get out, and then threaten him...
I glanced back. Matt muttered with a dazed expression. The guy's hand, holding a cigarette, was trembling.
Matt nodded, his eyes brimming with tears. But he wasn't as speechless as before.
Matt's face fell, flustered. He nodded, trying his best not to sound annoyed.
<…Jerome's going to Laburnum. He's on set… . Ray, Ray, I really, really didn't know. I swear, I really… I just assumed Jerome was a good-looking guy, one of the actors…>
Matt fell silent. Large tears streamed down his cheeks. Looking at Matt's silent face, I thought I already heard his answer. Matt, his eyes red from crying, answered after a long moment.
<…It's okay even now. It's not too late, Matt. You can still turn back.>
Before I could finish, he shook his head.
The harsh voice I'd been trying to suppress burst out. "Damn it, I don't know? How could I? You're the one who doesn't, Matt. What kind of people they are. What they're capable of. You don't know a thing. You don't know the slightest thing about what I'm about to experience, the miserable death I'll face if I fail to escape. You don't know a thing, you idiot. If you did, you'd untie me right now, instead of whining!>
I shook my bound wrists in front of Matt's eyes and lashed out. Matt bowed his head, sobbing. Wrong. It would be faster to cut the ropes with my teeth and escape than to try to convince him.
We remained silent for a while. In any case, neither Acacia nor Jerome were in sight. From what I heard in the morning, Simon should be on set, and the workers aren't here. But there might be someone out there guarding the place, listening in on our conversation.
I bit my lip and thought hard. Things are bad. Really bad. They're much worse than they were back in Bluebell, and they won't let their guard down anymore. Besides, I know absolutely nothing about Simon and Jerome now. And that's not to mention the enigmatic Acacia.