Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Do you think you are going to rest now?"

The housekeeper followed Nietzsche to the bathroom, and thoughtfully asked Nietzsche if he planned to take a break now.

Nietzsche bent down and turned on the faucet, put his hands that had been stained with blood and various disgusting liquids under the water to rinse them, then put some hand sanitizer on his palms, put the palms of his hands together, and rubbed them slowly Rubbing, "I can't sleep without Han Sen."

Nietzsche looked at his palm, and the butler carefully picked up a piece of white silk silk cloth and handed it to Nietzsche. Nietzsche took the silk cloth and wiped his palm, then turned and went out of the bathroom: "I have to wait for Han Sen to wake up, nothing else is important .”

The butler was taken aback, and hurriedly said:

"Mr. Nietzsche, I think it's better for you to take a rest, because Mr. Han will be very worried if he finds that you haven't rested when he wakes up, and the young master will definitely want to see you tomorrow morning..."

"To shut up!"

Nietzsche looked at the butler coldly, and said with displeasure:

"You can't even take care of a child, what are you guys doing?! Coax Han Xiu for me, don't bother me."

The housekeeper was taken aback for a moment, the feeling at this moment made him feel in a trance that he had returned to that summer four years ago.

At that time, Nietzsche was imprisoned in the villa by Han Sen just after he came out of the Roman prison, and Han Sen was sparing no effort to destroy the power of the Lutheran family in downtown Rome, and often physically violated Nietzsche.

At that time, Nietzsche was like being trapped in a cage, with a gloomy, cruel and terrifying personality. All the servants in the villa endured his torture with difficulty.

Therefore, during that period of time, the retention rate of the servants in Han Sen's villa was extremely low, but those who stayed had a strong ability to endure.

"Did you hear what I just said?"

Nietzsche looked at the butler beside him with a cold expression.

The housekeeper nodded and said hastily:

"Understood, Mr. Nietzsche, we will definitely take care of the young master."

Nietzsche raised his hand expressionlessly and brushed the broken hair beside his ears. The butler thought that Nietzsche was going to hit him, so he shrank his neck in fright.

Nietzsche gave the housekeeper a blank look,

"I didn't want to hit you, remember, just do your own thing obediently."

"Your Mr. Han will be nervous if he doesn't see me when he wakes up, so I have to wait for him to wake up. Other people, even if they are my own flesh and blood, are not important to me. So , stop talking nonsense to me."

After saying these heartless words coldly, Nietzsche turned around and left the bathroom.

The butler stood in the bathroom and took a breath, then quickly followed Nietzsche out.

The butler really missed Han Sen who was going through a dangerous period.

Because although Han Sen was taciturn, compared with a son like Nietzsche Lutheran, he was really a very humane man.

"Help me find out the current address of Hei Jin and his son... Old rules, don't leak information to anyone, don't tell anyone about my contact with you, don't even mention my name... Call me when you're done, it's the number now."

"If the news is accurate, I will give you a generous reward. After working together for so many years, you know me well."

Nietzsche put down the microphone, then lit a cigarette, bit it in his mouth, leaned back on the chair and took a deep breath.

Nietzsche decided to wait for Han Sen in the study, so he smoked a cigarette to refresh himself first.

"Mr. Nietzsche! Dr. Ken is out!"

Just when Nietzsche's cigarette was half smoked, the butler pushed open the door and walked in.

Nietzsche stood up quickly, put the cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, then combed his hair, and walked towards Han Sen's bedroom.

"Han Sen!"

Nietzsche walked quickly to the door of Han Sen's bedroom, and saw Ken standing at the door of the bedroom with a tired face.

Nietzsche quickly walked towards Ken,

"Is Han Sen awake?"

Ken shook his head, ripped off his gloves and mask,

"Mr. Nietzsche, listen to me, the operation itself does not take so long to remove the bullet, but after Mr. Han was shot, he fell into the water and injured his head. I tried to wake him up, but I found it impossible.

It may take a while for Mr. Han to wake up, or he may fall into a deep sleep forever, or experience amnesia...you have to plan for the worst! "

Ken felt a heartache, and he couldn't accept Han Sen lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

After listening to Ken's words, Nietzsche glanced at Ken expressionlessly, then walked around Ken's side and walked to the door of the bedroom.

Stretching out his hand and pushing the door open, a strong smell of blood rushed to his face, and Nietzsche's breath was instantly filled with the sweet smell of blood.

Nietzsche walked softly and walked to Han Sen's bedside. Han Sen's chest was covered with a white bandage, and there was fresh blood on the bandage. Transfuse blood for Han Sen who lost too much blood.

The floor-to-ceiling curtains in the bedroom were not opened, and Han Sen just closed his eyes and lay quietly on the bed. His deep eyes were closed, and his expression was silent, as if he had lost all life.

Nietzsche bent down, stared straight at Han Sen's face, and called softly, "Han Sen."

Han Sen didn't respond.

Nietzsche bent down, put his arms around Han Sen's shoulders, lowered his head and kept kissing Han Sen's lips, and said softly while kissing, "Han Sen, I'm Lutheran."

"Han Sen, speak up."

But Han Sen was still lying on the bed silently, without saying a word.

Nietzsche pressed his face against Han Sen's chest, and heard Han Sen's steady heartbeat. Nietzsche pursed his lips tightly, with a chill in his eyes.

"Mr. Nietzsche..."

Ken who was standing at the door saw Nietzsche coming out of the bedroom with a very unkind expression on his face. Ken suddenly felt scared.

Through the brief exchange just now, Ken knew that Mr. Han's partner, Nietzsche Lutheran, was a very terrifying man, who was simply vicious and unreasonable.

Ken has no idea why a good man like Han Sen is willing to be with such a gangster with psychological problems.

Nietzsche walked in front of Ken silently, reached out and pinched Ken's chin, roughly pressed Ken against the wall, and said through gritted teeth, "What the hell did you do to Han Sen?!"

Nietzsche's arms were slender, but he didn't know where the strength came from. Ken felt that Nietzsche's jaw was about to be pinched off by Nietzsche.

Ken put his hands on Nietzsche's arm and said nervously:

"Mr. Nietzsche! Mr. Han is my friend and my only client. I really care about Mr. Han! How could I do something to hurt him?

Mr. Han's brain injury was really caused by falling into the water after being shot. I have tried my best to wake Mr. Han up!But now that Mr. Han has become like this, we can only wait, there is no rush!Otherwise, the consequences will be unimaginable! "

Nietzsche snorted coldly,

"You also know that it's just an artificial lake, not a big waterfall. How could Han Sen suffer from that brain injury."

Ken shook his head:

"Mr. Nietzsche, you can't say that! Some things are just so accidental!"

Nietzsche looked straight into Ken's terrified eyes, let go of his hand suddenly, restrained the look on his face, and said coldly: "Remember what I said to you before the operation."

Nietzsche reached out and patted Ken's face:

"I said, if Han Sen doesn't wake up, don't go back. You can stay here until Han Sen wakes up.

If Han Sen doesn't wake up for the rest of his life, you can stay here for the rest of his life.I will send someone to inform your wife that you have accompanied Mr. Han abroad. "

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche turned and walked towards Han Sen's bedroom.

Ken stood leaning against the wall, wiped the cold sweat off his face with his hand, stared straight at Nietzsche's back, speechless.

The housekeeper also looked at Dr. Ken tremblingly, and said politely:

"Mr. Ken, please follow Mr. Nietzsche's arrangement and follow me to the guest room now."

Ken looked at the butler's face and knew that Han Sen was in a coma now, and Nietzsche Lutheran, a tyrant, was in charge, so he was destined to be unable to leave.

Ken followed the butler upstairs, saying as he went:

"Housekeeper, you must have endured him very hard."

When Ken said these words, he carefully lowered his voice very low.

The butler shook his head,

"We are not forbearance, we are completely groveling."

It is simply unconditional obedience.

Ken hummed, looked up at the stairs in front of him, and began to worry deeply about Han Sen's body.

In fact, he definitely wanted to do nursing work for Han Sen, but he was really scared by Nietzsche.

Nietzsche walked into the bedroom, sat on the edge of the bed, looked straight at Han Sen, and reached out to stroke Han Sen's cheek.

"Han Sen, I know you will wake up tomorrow, I can see you when I open my eyes."

Nietzsche lifted the quilt and lay gently beside Han Sen. He picked up Han Sen's wrist and looked at the time on the watch. It was already twelve o'clock at night.

Nietzsche turned off the wall lamp by the bed and looked sideways at Han Sen.

Han Sen's side face was very tall and handsome. Nietzsche reached out and stroked Han Sen's face. Below his fingers was Han Sen's smooth skin. Slowly down, then his neck and beautiful collarbone.

Han Sen's young body exudes a good smell silently.

This taste has aroused Nietzsche's imagination of carnal desire countless times.

That kind of imagination was full of tension, and the real pictures began to emerge in Nietzsche's mind.

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen impatiently, turned over and propped his arms on top of Han Sen, looked straight at Han Sen's face, lowered his head and kissed Han Sen's forehead, cheek and lips little by little, the cold red hair The silk fluttered on Han Sen's shoulder.

"Han Sen, open your mouth."

Nietzsche whispered.

Han Sen didn't respond. Nietzsche reached out and pinched Han Sen's chin, opened Han Sen's mouth, then lowered his head, hooked the tip of his tongue in, bit Han Sen's tongue lightly, and sucked slowly.

Nicholas supported his body with one hand to prevent his body from pressing down on Han Sen's injured body, and started stroking Han Sen's place with the other hand.

"Sen..."

Nietzsche's lips turned upwards, covering Han Sen's ears, whispering Han Sen's name softly, and the movements of his hands felt the reaction of Han Sen's body.

The reaction of the body is a natural phenomenon, and basically does not need to be controlled by thoughts. As long as the person is alive, as long as the person’s heart is still beating, and the person’s breathing has not stopped, then the body of the person will appear as it should. stress response.

Nietzsche looked straight at Han Sen's body, lowered his head, and hugged Han Sen's lower body, trying to make it moist.

Just as Nietzsche was moving, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Nietzsche stopped, frowned, and asked the door coldly, "Who?"

Ken, who had already put on his pajamas, stood nervously outside the door of Nietzsche and Hansen's bedroom, and heard Nietzsche's voice, which was filled with strong unpleasant emotions.

But Ken mustered up his courage and said firmly:

"Mr. Nietzsche, I want to tell you, because Mr. Han lost a lot of blood before, his heartbeat was irregular and unstable, and he needed to lie on the bed and rest well, so you must not do anything you shouldn't do to Mr. Han matter……"

Nietzsche pursed his lips, looked down at Han Sen's body, finally turned over from Han Sen's body, walked to the door, opened the door, looked at Ken expressionlessly, and said in a low voice: "Doctor Ken, Do you know, actually, when I was with Han Sen, I was always under him, and he was inside me."

What Nietzsche meant was that now that Han Sen is in a coma, what can he do to him.

Ken blushed suddenly, and stood by the door in a daze, unable to speak. He didn't expect Nietzsche to be so straightforward.

But out of concern for Han Sen, Ken tilted his head slightly, looked over Nietzsche's body, and looked at the bed inside from the gap in the door.

Ken knows that Caucasians have a lot of Qin desires, more serious than people from any other country in the world.

In addition, some people have some perverted hobbies.

When Ken was studying in the United States, he majored in clinical medicine. In order to match his major, Ken also minored in abnormal psychology for two years in addition to his major.

In Ken's mind, Nietzsche is the typical type of beast in clothes and clothes, that is, the classic abnormal personality. Then, this kind of person is likely to have the tendency of necrophilia, or in other words, it cannot be ruled out. this possibility.

Now Han Sen was lying there motionless, wondering what Nietzsche would do to Han Sen.

For example, seeing Han Sen lying on the bed silently, this kind of scene is very likely to inspire the abnormal psychology of people like Nietzsche Lutheran.

Because he has a deep possessive desire for Han Sen, and recalls the previous intimate behavior, and then does obscene things to Han Sen who is in a coma. Such behavior will cause varying degrees of harm to the patient's body.

Nietzsche and Han Sen are lovers, what they do behind closed doors, Ken actually has no right to speak.

But as Han Sen's personal doctor, Ken firmly maintained Han Sen's health, and would not allow anything that would delay or jeopardize Han Sen's recovery.

"you can go now."

Nietzsche's voice sounded dangerous in such a quiet night, full of dark and gloomy taste, against the light, Ken standing by the door couldn't see Nietzsche's expression clearly.

He could only see from the gap that Han Sen's upper body was naked, lying on the bed, covered by a thin quilt, no one knew what Nietzsche did to Han Sen just now.

Ken said firmly:

"Mr. Nietzsche, if you really care about Mr. Han's body, if you really care about him, please don't have any sexual behavior with Mr. Han before Mr. Han's injury improves. Please control him temporarily." Take a look at your physical reaction."

Nietzsche looked directly at Ken's face. This Japanese old man really cared about Han Sen's health and comfort. Otherwise, most people would not have the guts to confront him like this.

"I see, let's go."

After speaking, Nietzsche slammed the door shut, turned and returned to the bed.

Nietzsche stood by the bed, looked at Han Sen's silent face, and slammed the teacup beside the bed against the wall with a wave of his hand. With a bang, the expensive teacup suddenly became fragmented, and the glass shards scattered on the wall. There was a harsh sound on the floor.

"Han Sen..."

Nietzsche returned to the bed and lay beside Han Sen, his eyes turned red.

Stretching out his hand to grab Han Sen's palm, he clasped his fingers together. Nietzsche leaned sideways against Han Sen's body and said softly, "Han Sen, I really want to kill that old Japanese man."

"He won't allow me to make out with you."