Engel had never encountered such a stubborn person before, and he lifted up Sehir and slapped him across the face again.
"Ugh!" Cecil finally cried out in pain.
Eng's hand, which had been about to fall, froze in mid-air. His eyes were filled with a fervent desire. Eng pursed his dry lips, quickened his pace, and walked toward the tent.
"Damn it!" Sesil cursed, but the blows he delivered to Engel barely scratched him.
Eng let out a heavy sigh, grabbed Sesil by the neck and lifted him high. Sesil, who was already short of oxygen, could not breathe properly, and his face turned red in just three or four seconds.
Loman, who had disappeared into the distance, reappeared with an iron bar in his hand. Loman did not hesitate at all, and because of his height, the iron bar could only hit Engel hard in the waist.
"Ahhh!" Engel was in so much pain that he threw Sehir to the ground and gritted his teeth, clutching his back.
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough!"
Sehir knelt on the ground, clutching his clothes tightly with one hand, his throat feeling like it was being torn apart by countless ants.
Loman dragged himself up, pulling Cecil from the ground with one hand, his voice urgent: "Brother, run!"
Sehir stood up, but due to lack of oxygen to his head, he fell straight to the ground after only a couple of steps. Lohman watched Sehir nervously, and occasionally glanced back at Engel, who was huddled on the ground beside him.
"Brother, get up! Brother!" Loman cried out again, tears welling up in his eyes, as he pushed Cecil on the ground.
Sehir frowned, the surrounding sounds were all buzzing in his ears. He managed to get up with great difficulty, but suddenly lost his footing and fell down.
"Brother!" Loman called out, and Cecil didn't dare to stop moving, pulling Loman's hand to stand up from the ground again.
Seeing Cecil get up, Loman grabbed Cecil and ran forward.
Engel behind him had almost recovered, the desire in his eyes had disappeared, and all that remained was anger. His teeth were chattering, and the people in the surrounding tents who were still watching the show quickly pulled their heads back in.
Engel roared, grabbed an iron bar from the side of the tent, and charged straight toward Loman and Sehir.
But an adult is an adult after all, and he caught up with Cecil and the others after only a few steps. Loman was panting heavily, and the intense pain in his body was about to make him faint.
However, for his brother's sake, Loman gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on Cecil's hand.
"You little brat! Don't fucking let me catch you! If I do, I'll kill you all!" Eng shouted angrily from behind, panting heavily.
Eng only needed two steps to catch up with Loman's four. The two of them were expending more and more strength and their stamina was gradually failing. Eng took a step and then raised the iron rod and swung it straight down.
Fortunately, it missed.
Loman let out a long breath and unconsciously quickened his pace, but suddenly, it seemed to aggravate the wound inside his body, and Loman cried out in pain.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eng caught up with the two of them. Lohmann's eyes widened as he looked at Eng, who was chasing after him. It was as if the same scene from a long time ago was playing out. Out of his body's instinct, Lohmann pushed Cecil away from him.
The iron rod struck Loman mercilessly.
"Ahhh!" After all, it was just a child, and a scream suddenly echoed through the quiet night sky.
"Just you wait, I'll definitely kill you later!" Engel said mercilessly, making a move to chase after Sehir, who had been pushed aside.
But as soon as he took a step, Loman grabbed his foot tightly, and he almost fell on the spot.
"Brother, run!" Loman shouted at Cecil.
Sehir was as if he had just emerged from an ice cave; all of this was something he had never imagined, and he wondered why things had turned out this way.
"Ahhh... Ugh!" Loman's screams came again from in front of him. Engel mercilessly lashed the iron rod at Loman, but Loman still clung to Engel tightly.
"Brother! Go quickly, don't look at me..." Loman bit her lip: "Brother, go quickly!"
Lohman's voice reached his ears, and Eng was about to break free. Sehir wavered a little; a direct assault was definitely not the way to go.
Just as he turned to run, he heard Engel grit his teeth and say, "You bastard! You're holding on tight! I'll kill you first!"
Sehir stood frozen in place, watching Engel strike Loman again and again. Sehir's pupils trembled violently. When Loman met Sehir's gaze, Loman slowly opened his mouth, as if using a great deal of force.
"Brother, live on..."
Chapter Seventy-Nine
Sehir felt a buzzing in his head, as if glass had shattered in mid-air. He wanted to rush over and push Engel away, but reality told him that if he went over, both of them would die here.
Lohman was still clinging tightly to Eng's leg, his pants were visibly creased from being pulled, and he was about to give way.
“Brother…” Loman called out with his mouth open.
Sehir felt choked by the air he was breathing. After a second or two of hesitation, he turned and ran straight outside.
It's all his fault. If I hadn't come out at night, if I had never shown up at all, would none of this have happened?
Cecil bit her lower lip, and because she bit too hard, a few drops of blood inevitably seeped from her lips, which were already bloodless.
His vision was so blurry he could barely see anything. Cecil dared not stop, and he dared not listen to anything outside.
"Damn it! Bring him back here!"
Eng was still shouting angrily behind him, but this time, no one listened to him and they all stayed inside their tents.
——
Only when the voice behind him grew fainter and fainter, until he could no longer hear it, did Cecil dare to turn around and look behind him.
The circus was no longer in sight, and Cecil had no recollection of how he got out. He was only wearing a thin shirt, and as soon as he stopped, the cold wind blew mercilessly at him.
Sesil huddled up, cold. The water droplets on his eyelashes had turned slightly icy from the cold wind. Sesil rubbed his eyes and was about to pull his scarf up when he realized that his scarf was still inside the circus.
Sehir hugged himself tighter, stepping on the dry leaves. In the middle of the night, the forest was so dark that nothing could be seen; all he could hear was the rustling of the wind and the constant hissing of insects.
There was no end in sight... Cecil wanted to run, but as soon as he took a step, something like thorns slashed across his leg, and blood started flowing down his calf instantly.
Deep in the woods, birdsong echoed continuously. Sesil gasped in pain, a sense of fear rising within him. He slowed his pace, cautiously groping his way forward.
But this place was like a bottomless pit, and it was so dark that he couldn't find his way. Cecil breathed heavily through his mouth, and white mist kept coming out of his mouth.
He needed to get out of there. Loman was still waiting for him. It was all his own fault. Sehir closed his eyes, clenched his fists, and continued walking forward.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, the dense trees in the forest blocked out the only light from the sky. Suddenly, Cecil seemed to have broken a branch under his foot, the sound unusually jarring in the silent forest.
Just as Sehir was about to step back, he was frozen in place as if he were made of lead.
"Little brat! You've gone to the wrong place!"
A mocking voice reached his ears, and suddenly, Sesil's heart clenched, his blood pressure soared to its limit, and before his brain could react, his body began to run in the opposite direction.
Engel gave a cold laugh and followed Cecil at a leisurely pace. However, the two were of vastly different sizes, and Cecil had only run a few steps before Engel grabbed him by the back of his collar.
Blood pressure shot straight to the cerebral cortex. Sesil's legs struggled in the air. Engel frowned slightly, switched hands, turned Sesil to face him, punched him in the stomach, and then slammed him hard to the ground.
Sehir was curled up on the ground, coughing. Engel, who seemed to have smoked from somewhere, squinted his eyes and exhaled a puff of white smoke.
"That little pup was too weak; he died in no time." Engel spat on the ground and said disdainfully, "Tell me, how long can you last?"
Dead? Sehir propped himself up, his pupils wide, listening to Engel's unanswered words.
He was dead. Loman was dead. Cecil gripped the withered leaves on the ground tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force.
He was too weak. He couldn't do anything. What good was his brain? Without the protection of his family, he was nothing. He couldn't even make a living without the support of Isri.
Why did he run away? It was because he was resentful. And that younger brother he'd met by chance, now...
——
Seeing that Sehir remained motionless, Engel's lips almost stretched to his ears in a wide grin, his eyes fixed on the prey on the ground like a wolf craving its prey.
Eng threw the cigarette aside and kicked Sehir down. Sehir's eyes were filled with anger and disgust as he tried to get up.
Engel looked at the chicks on the ground, chuckled, and stepped directly on Cecil's calf. Unfortunately, it was right where he had been injured, with the flesh still turned up. Engel ground his foot back and forth on the spot.
"Ugh... um...!" Sesil couldn't help but groan, raising his hand to try and pry Engel's mouth open.
Seeing the person struggling beneath him, Engel raised an eyebrow and pounced on him, pulling Sehir directly into his arms.
Sure enough, the chicks smelled the purest. Engel's nose brushed against Cesil's neck, and the heavy snorting sound reached his ears.
Eng's weight was already pressing down on Sehir, making it hard for him to breathe. Sehir tilted his head back, trying his best to inhale the air around him, and kept pushing Eng away with his hands.
The more Sesil resisted, the more unrestrained Engel's actions became, and in a few moments he kissed Sesil's neck with his thick lips.
"Get out of here!" Sehir gritted his teeth, glaring angrily at Engel.
Eng remained unconcerned, his movements becoming even more swift. One hand had already reached for Sehir's waist. Sehir tensed up and slapped Eng across the face.
Suddenly, Engel jerked, his expression darkened, and he stopped what he was doing. He turned and picked up a stone from beside him, then smashed it down on Cecil's head without any mercy.
Suddenly, Sehir lost the will to resist. Darkness suddenly filled his vision, and he could only feel waves of heat flowing down his body.
Engel's disgusting voice kept echoing in my ears: "The little thing has pretty good skin."
Aside from the sound of the wind, the only other sound in the forest was Engel's heavy breathing. Sehir's breathing, as faint as a mosquito's buzz, was barely audible; one could hardly hear it unless they looked closely.
Without resistance, Engel quickened his movements, lifting up the already thin shirt and exposing his fair skin to the cold air, turning it a deep red.
Engel couldn't stop himself, and saliva started flowing down his throat.
Chapter Eighty
Engel sniffed the natural fragrance emanating from the boy, his eyes completely filled with desire, like a hungry dog greedily devouring its prey.
On the contrary, Cecil Engel, who was no longer moving, slowed down his movements considerably, as if he were holding a work of art, peeling back the skin bit by bit to explore what was inside.
Sehir frowned, his vision blurred so much that he couldn't see anything around him. Taking advantage of Engel's distraction from his hands, Sehir had no choice but to spread his hands out and grope around for something.
Seeing Sesil's expression, Eng thought Sesil had given in, and a slight smile appeared on his lips as he said in a teasing tone, "Wouldn't it have been better if you had listened to me earlier? Looks like I didn't hit you hard enough."
As he spoke, Engel ruthlessly undressed Cesil, constantly touching the wound on his leg. Engel showed no pity whatsoever; he only cared about whether he could get his prey tonight.
Feeling a cool breeze, Sehir felt his head clear up a bit. He slowly moved his body, trying to move away, but before he could take a step, Engel dragged him back.
Sesil did this again and again, and Engel's patience ran out. He stepped forward and pinned Sesil down, his eyes wide with rage, and opened his mouth to bite at the delicate skin on Sesil's neck.
"Ah!!!" Cecil didn't react in time and cried out. His delicate voice slid through Eng's cerebral cortex, and under the stimulation of his nerves, Eng's movements suddenly became unrestrained.
Sehir bit his lip, groping around haphazardly with one hand, tears welling up in his eyes.
The constant, suppressed sobs caused Engel's mouth to water, and his sharp fangs gently pierced his skin, leaving a red mark.
"Baby, I'm about to begin!"
Engel opened his mouth impatiently and leaned down to pull open Cecil's pants, his greasy lips heading straight for Cecil's porcelain-white face.
"Get out of my way!"