"Where is he?" Isri asked, his thin lips barely moving, his tone tinged with impatience.
“I don’t know… he gave it to me on the ship.”
Isri clicked his tongue inwardly, took the gem in his hand, turned over and sat on the edge of the bed, exuding an irresistible aura.
"He's alone?"
Isri raised his hand and lifted the gem, the outside light shining directly on it, making the entire gem look absolutely beautiful.
Seeing Isri move away, the man quickly shrank to the corner with the blanket and earnestly opened his mouth to answer Isri's question.
"No... there's another blond kid."
Isri's movements froze in mid-air, his head tilted to the side, his long, narrow eyes slightly upturned as he looked at the person huddled in the corner.
The man dared not meet Isri's gaze, so he shrank even smaller, completely losing his previous arrogant demeanor.
“I’m telling the truth, I swear to God!” the man said, bringing up God directly, afraid that Islam wouldn’t believe him.
Islam scoffed lightly, not answering the man's question, his disgust and impatience becoming even more apparent in his eyes.
The little one has found a companion.
Excellent, wonderful, my dear young master, you have truly surprised me.
It's time to end this cat-and-mouse game.
Chapter Seventy-Seven
Isri stood up, clutching the gem in his hand, his eyes filled with indifference. Just as he was about to walk away, the man, unafraid of death, opened his mouth and asked again.
"That... gemstone?"
Islam stopped in his tracks, turning his head to meet the gaze of the person sitting in the corner. The person quickly shook his head and opened his mouth, saying, "No, no, no, I didn't say anything. You can take it."
After Isri left through the door, the man breathed a sigh of relief, then collapsed onto the bed, breathing in the cold air outside and muttering something under his breath.
"What? I didn't steal it. Who are you to him?!"
Just as he finished speaking, he suddenly remembered something, abruptly sat up in bed, and swallowed hard as he looked at the tightly closed door.
He's doomed! The gem is gone and he hasn't even paid the boss yet!
The man sat on the bed, the cold wind outside making his head tremble.
"I can't stay here any longer!" The man quickly got up, leaned out of the window, and climbed over the bar, running away without looking back.
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In the courtyard backstage of the circus, tents stood one after another, and with the cold wind blowing through the gaps between them, it looked extremely eerie.
There was no sound outside, so Sehir finally got out of bed and went outside to fetch a basin of water.
The mud on his face had dried and wrinkled into a ball, and it was almost drying off.
Sehir looked at himself in the basin and frowned slightly.
The water scooped from the pool outside was bone-chillingly cold, as if it had just been pulled from an ice cave. As soon as Cecil put his hand in, he immediately pulled it out because of the cold.
After a minute, Sehir put his hand in again. The cold water splashed on his face, turning his lips bright red, and his face, mixed with mud, fell into the basin.
Disgusting. Sesil turned to the side and shook the mud off his hands. After looking at it for a while, he thought he would reapply the mud later, since it was better to be careful in this place.
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"Hey! The little thing tonight is amazing! It's giving me the best!" A deep, resonant voice pierced the cold air and reached Cecil's ears from not far away.
Sehir wiped the water droplets off his face with his sleeve and looked in the direction of the sound. It was the boss named Engel, who was walking towards him with a satisfied expression.
"Boss, whatever makes you happy. There's a circus performance tomorrow, so don't ruin the performance," the skinny guy standing to the side said, bending down and sidling up to him.
Eng waved his hand, let out a heavy sigh, and said disdainfully, "Break him? He'll have to crawl over there tomorrow!"
The skinny monkey standing to the side had his head down, his expression unreadable. His tone was still kind and gentle, but his words seemed to be barbed.
"Boss, aren't you afraid the police outside will find out? You could be burned at the stake!"
Eng paused, stopped, looked down at the person next to him, then grabbed the person by the neck and lifted him up, opening his mouth to speak.
"I'm not gay, I just play around with a few trashy things. If you don't tell me and I don't tell me, nobody will know, right?"
Skinny Monkey, struggling to breathe from being held, quickly reached out and patted Engel's hand, signaling him to put him down. Engel spat on the ground beside him and threw the person he was holding away.
Skinny Monkey glared at Engel, then turned and ran. Sehir gasped and slowly retreated into the darkness behind him.
Just as I was about to turn around and leave, everything in front of me suddenly made me freeze in place.
He saw a small figure squeeze out from the curtain of the circus owner Engel's tent. The figure was thin as a sheet of paper, with tattered clothes and bruises on its neck and mouth.
At that moment, Sehir wished he could go blind. The golden hair, illuminated by the light, pierced straight into his eyes like a barb, digging deep into his flesh.
Sehir was trembling all over, watching the swaying figure in the distance, as if it were about to disappear at any moment.
Didn't you say you were going to sleep in your own room? Didn't you say you were doing well?
Why is it like this now?
It felt as if a thousand-pound iron chain was hanging over his body, his throat was sore and constricted, and he walked forward step by step. The flat ground seemed to suck him in like a swamp.
“Lo...man”
He opened his mouth with a dry throat and called out, but the people in the distance did not hear him.
“Loman…”
My throat was even more choked up than before.
This time, the person in the distance heard it, froze on the spot, trembling violently, and dared not turn around.
Sehir reached out to grab Loman, but in the end he withdrew his hand, stood behind Loman, and gently closed his eyes.
"Brother, I'll sleep next door. The bed here is too small, and I'm afraid it will make you feel cramped."
"Brother, promise me you'll live well."
"Brother, I like you. Do you like me?"
"Brother, do you think we can be together forever?"
Loman's voice kept echoing in his head, that still-developing voice calling out to his brother in a childish tone.
“Lohman…” Cecil called out, gritting his teeth. As he got closer, the bloodstains and bruises on his body became even clearer: “What are you doing?”
Sehir's voice sounded calm. The person with his back turned seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, quickly put on a smile, and turned around to speak.
"Brother! I..."
Before he could finish speaking, Loman's gaze fell on Cecil's eyes. Those eyes, which were even deeper blue than his own, were now filled with bloodshot veins, and his originally bright red lips were bitten until they turned white.
Sesil was about to lose his temper.
Loman took a step back, not daring to look at Cecil...
"What are you doing?" Sehir gritted his teeth and opened his mouth again.
Lohman was about to speak when suddenly his pupils contracted sharply. He stepped forward to grab Cecil's hand, but he was too late. Cecil felt a heat on the back of his neck as a large hand lifted him up.
"Little one, what are you doing here?" Engel asked with a smile, turning his head to look at Loman.
Loman's eyes held not only fear, but also a hint of submission. Sesil was now facing away from Engel. Loman, suppressing his trembling voice, opened his mouth and said, "I... a newbie can't find his way."
"Oh?" Engel smiled at Loman, and without saying a word, turned Cecil to face him.
Looking at Sehir, Engel grinned for a long time: "Oh ho, you're putting on quite a show for me!"
Sehir was in pain from being held, his brows furrowed. Loman, enduring the intense pain, moved in front of Eng and reached out to grab Eng's arm.
"Let him go!"
Engel's gaze fell on Loman's face, then he kicked Loman in the stomach, sending him flying two meters away. He looked Sehir up and down and said disdainfully.
"You two do look quite alike, but the bigger one definitely tastes better!"
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A note from the author:
Under the feudal background of Western Europe, some demons hidden deep in people's hearts fermented until they finally erupted. They cowered in the face of hunters who were stronger than themselves, but oppressed those who were helpless. They were brainwashing themselves, believing that the hunters were the superiors in their hearts.
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Under the oppression of feudal dictatorship, people ceased to be human.
Chapter Seventy-Eight
Sehir stared wide-eyed at Loman lying on the ground, where Engel had kicked him, leaving a small pool of blood where Loman had been lying.
Engel gradually increased the pressure on his hands, forcing Sehir to turn his head back to look at Engel.
"Kid, you'll enjoy yourself tonight." With that, Engel gently entwined his tongue around her pearly teeth.
Sehir gritted his teeth, raised his hand and grabbed Eng's wrist tightly, trying to pry Eng's fingers open, but the difference in strength was too great, and Eng still held on firmly to Sehir.
Fear instantly gripped his brain, and Sesil frantically twisted his body in the air. After a while, Engel, impatient, clicked his tongue, lifted Sesil up in front of him, and slapped him across the face without saying a word.
Instantly, the surrounding air seemed to freeze. In less than a second, all the capillaries under the skin of that porcelain-white face burst open, leaving deep red marks on her face, and even a string of blood beads left at the corner of her mouth.
Sehir was dizzy from the blow, and his vision was filled with stars.
Engel was stunned for a moment. He hadn't used much force, but the face of the person in front of him kept telling him that this person was a natural target for abuse.
Sehir's appearance did not arouse Eng's pity; on the contrary, it aroused his lust. Eng swallowed hard, ignored Sehir's resistance, pulled him close to his face, and stuck out his tongue to probe.
At that moment, Sesil's heart felt like it was about to explode. Fear, nausea, and helplessness instantly enveloped him in a cocoon.
Physiological tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes, and my hands reached out to grab something in the air, but ultimately I found nothing.
"No...no," Cecil said, his lips parted slightly, resisting everything.
But the more Sehir resisted, the more excited Eng became, and his actions became increasingly unrestrained. Sehir resisted desperately, and because the noise was so loud, some tents also started to move.
Those people hid behind the curtain, quietly watching everything. No one stepped forward to stop them. Cecil finally made eye contact with someone, but that look vanished without a trace the next second.
He was like a clown, displaying his body to everyone without any concealment. Sehir tilted his head back, not letting Engel get any closer.