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Kuon didn’t reply.
Feeling restless, impatient, Yugo squeezed the bottle again and repeated, “What. Is. My. Name?”
Bloodshot eyes opened, and Yugo’s mouth parched. The bloody, demonic gaze shot through his core, piercing his soul. This time, Kuon looked right at him as if he was conscious and understood reality.
Bloody eyes stared at him for another moment before Kuon’s lips parted and his shaky voice breathed, “Yugo…”
Electric impulse shot down Yugo’s spine. His face hardened in a severe mask, thin lips opened, and an eerie voice came out: “I wanted to play with you… punish you. But now, I want to ruin your world and turn it pitch black. Isolate you, so you don’t have anything else left except me. I want to make sure your helpless fingers will only search for me; your lips will only breathe out my name. And remember, it’s your own fault.”
He leaned against Kuon’s slippery chest and with a horrifying look on his face, stuck two fingers inside the battered anus to see how beautifully Kuon’s pure features would twist in agony.
CHAPTER 5
“CONCUSSION,” AN OLD DOCTOR,dressed in an ancient plaid brown jacked stated as he examined Kuon’s eyes with a small penlight.
“Tell me something I don’t know…” Yugo smirked, watching the manipulation.
“He needs to go to the hospital, Yugo. He needs professional attention.”
“Thanks for your concern, old man, but he is not going anywhere. Tell me what needs to be done and I’ll provide him with comprehensive care here,” Yugo replied, throwing back his hair. His white shirt, undone on his chest, was damp with Kuon’s sweat.
“Yugo, he needs MRI scanning. He’s been unconscious for too long. I don’t like it. The trauma could have serious repercussions,” the doctor bleated again, but Yugo cut him off with a raised hand.
“He will stay here!” He took out a thin leather wallet and counted off several crisp bills. They looked new as if they had been printed this morning. “Make sure to bring everything he needs and write down instructions on what has to be done. Also, check him for STDs; I want to know if he is clean…”
The doctor took the money, meticulously put the notes into his own wallet, then put it in his brown gripsack, which looked no younger than the doc himself and had a few deep scratches on its sides. He pulled out a small notepad and scribbled something with a dull pencil. After he finished, he packed his equipment and handed the note to Yugo, who pensively scratched his chin.
The doctor opened his wrinkled saggy mouth but, having a change of heart, picked up his old and worn out coat and left the room, shaking his head.
Standing in the middle of the room Yugo stared at the barely readable scrawls that made little sense to him.
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A SOFT MOAN, INDICATING PAIN, reached his ears and woke him up. Knitting his brows, Kuon opened his eyes but immediately shut them. His palms flew to his face, protecting his sensitive eyes from the stinging daylight flooding the room. When another moan resounded in his ears, he felt his trachea vibrating and realized—they were his own.
His tongue taking all the space in his mouth sandpapered the tender surface of his palate, and his thick, meager saliva didn’t bring any relief to his dry throat. His body felt broken in so many places, he gave up counting even before he started. Groaning, he rolled to his side and, shielding his vision with a palm, cracked one eye open.
The shreds of disjointed memories of something he thought was a nightmare rushed through his head as his glance landed on the man standing at the corner of the small empty room he didn’t recognize. He rolled on his other side and closed his eyes in protest as aches bloomed in places that should never ache.
A dull pain rolled across his stomach and his lower back. He felt full from the inside. His abdomen was bloated and painful and even the smallest movement left Kuon with no energy. His throat tightened. His eyes burned, and he had to clench his teeth to stop the scream of anger and desperation.
That wasn’t a fucking nightmare…
Yugo, ignoring his prisoner’s reactions, came closer to set up the IV on a high stand. Kuon flinched as the sound of ripping paper disturbed the silence, and the sharp smell of alcohol wafted to his nostrils. A strong hand grabbed his arm and something wet touched his inner elbow.
A sledgehammer of fear crushed his chest, squeezing the air out of his lungs as he whipped his head around to face Yugo. His stomach knotted. He closed his eyes again, trying to subdue the dizziness and pain.
A soft click reached his ears and something pricked his skin. Kuon’s eyes shot open, and his heart tripled its rate.
“No…” a half-plea broke out from his mouth as panic shuttered his ability to think straight. Kuon jerked his hand out of the man’s grasp, tearing the needle out of his vein, and kicked the IV stand. It swayed, tilted, and began to fall, but Yugo’s hand caught the stand in the middle and set it back.
Kuon rolled on his stomach and tried to scramble to his feet, but bright colors stained his vision, sucking out his determination. Naked, standing on his hands and knees, gripping white sheets he shuddered in a seizure, feeling like vomiting, but since he hadn’t eaten for a while the spasm transformed into a dry, scratchy cough.
Yugo’s face stiffened. His mouth disappeared into a firm line. He didn’t try to hide his annoyance. Pressing his palm to Kuon’s shoulder, he forced the younger man back down onto the mattress; his eyes flashed with a threat.
Yugo blew out some air, ducked his head lower, regaining his calmness and a passionless expression.
“If you fight me, I’ll rape you again.” His voice came out even and calm. He tackled Kuon’s wrist and pulled his hand to him, twisting it palm up; the daylight glistening off the thin needle in his other hand.
