Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

It was raining heavily outside. Han Sen got out of the car in front of the prison door. When he opened the door, the rain poured on Han Sen's body.

Shen Zui also walked down, Han Sen shook hands with Shen Zui calmly, turned around and walked straight to the police room in front of the prison gate.

"Name."

"Han Sen."

"Numbering."

"C[-]."

Han Sen entered the prison, stood in front of the window of the police room, and answered a few questions from the guard on duty.

"Okay, now go to the inner room to check your body."

Holding a black signature pen in his hand, the jailer filled out Han Sen's parole record, and then asked the jailer who was in charge of physical examination to take Han Sen into the inner room.

According to the regulations, Han Sen entered the inner room and took off his clothes. The jailer checked him up and down, then nodded and said, "Okay, no problem. The parole ends at 07:30, why are you back so early?"

Generally, prisoners on parole come back against time, and they don't want to waste a second, as long as most of the people who go out hope that they will never return to this place.

Han Sen looked at the jailer expressionlessly, got up and put on his clothes, and said in a deep voice, "I'll be back when I'm done."

After speaking, Han Sen quickly put on his wet clothes and entered the corridor leading to the prison.

Han Sen first went back to his cell, went to the bathroom, took a simple shower, then changed into clean clothes, and went to the laundry room that was still open to take out Nietzsche's clothes that he put in the laundry room in the morning. He folded it neatly and placed it on the table, then hugged it back.

After getting the clothes, Han Sen went to the prison kitchen to get a few loaves of bread, and Han Sen walked towards Nietzsche's cell with the loaves between them.

"Mr. Nietzsche, I'm Han Sen."

Standing in front of Nietzsche's door, Han Sen knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Nietzsche's voice came through the door, and Han Sen felt that Nietzsche's voice seemed a little hurried and hoarse, with an unusual lust.

Han Sen pushed the door open with a cold expression, and quickly restrained his expression the moment he opened the door.

When he opened the door, Han Sen saw the well-dressed Nietzsche pressing the muscular man he saw yesterday on the dining table.

Nietzsche was still biting a lighted white cigarette, and the room was filled with the familiar smell of cigarettes that Han Sen was familiar with. This was Nietzsche's favorite cigarette.

The two seemed to be reaching the point of more intense sexual intercourse. Nietzsche lowered his head and pinched the waist of the muscular man and bumped into them viciously.

The muscular man's waist hit the edge of the dining table, and the dining table hit the wall again, and there were 'bang bang bang', making rhythmic sounds non-stop.

The handsome face of the unclothed muscular man was flushed with vicious desire, his pure golden hair was covered with wet sweat, sticking to his forehead in an extremely messy manner, and his long-fingered hands were tightly pinching the sides of the dining table, His knuckles began to turn white due to the exertion, and his lips were tightly pressed together, as if he had endured a lot of hard work.

It seems that it has been done for a long time, Han Sen glanced at the man, his expression was extremely cold.

"came back."

Nietzsche turned his head, biting a snow-white cigarette that slowly released pale white smoke. In the pale white smoke, Nietzsche looked at Han Sen with no expression on his face. The green eyes narrowed slightly, obviously in such a warm atmosphere, Nietzsche's eyes were devoid of any emotion.

Han Sen nodded without saying a word, turned around and closed the door and walked in, as if he hadn't seen anything, turned around and opened the closet to hang Nietzsche's dried clothes one by one.

Nietzsche stretched out his hand violently, plucked at the muscular handsome guy's hair, and smiled with an evil smile, "Why, slut, don't you feel good about being fucked by me?"

The handsome muscular guy shook his head, turned to look at Nietzsche, his cheeks were flushed,

"Very cool, Mr. Nietzsche, you are wonderful..."

Nietzsche pulled his hair violently and bumped it against the table a few times, then said sullenly, "Call me out if you are cool."

Han Sen looked at the painful expression on the handsome muscular guy's face, his extremely muscular legs, and the thin blood streaks slowly sliding down the inside of his thighs. Han Sen pursed his lips and turned around to drink the water bottle Fill it with cold water to boil hot water.

Apparently Nietzsche hasn't had dinner yet.

"Uh...uh...Mr. Nietzsche...ah..."

Not knowing what Nietzsche did to that man, Han Sen who was standing in the bathroom suddenly heard the muscular man's intermittent yelling, which sounded painful and wanton.

After hearing the voice, Han Sen silently put down the things in his hands and walked out. He saw Nietzsche holding a burning cigarette and pressing it on the man's back. His slender fingers were tightly holding the top of the cigarette, and slowly The burning end of the cigarette was pressed against the man's back, his red lips were tightly pressed together, his expression was cold, and his eyes were filled with cruelty.

When the cigarette was completely extinguished, Nietzsche pulled the muscular man up again, and pressed him hard against the wall. With his hands on the man's waist, he pushed it up roughly. The blood has already begun to overflow.

After a while, Nietzsche finally finished when Han Sen turned off the hot water and made a cup of coffee on the dining table.

"get out."

Nietzsche pulled out, and the muscular man quickly put on his clothes, looked at Nietzsche with a red face and said, "Mr. Nietzsche, if you need anything in the future, no matter where, no matter what time, I will be there on call...... can do both."

The man seemed to take Nietzsche's tyrannical and perverted tastes seriously, and his eyes were just obsessed with Nietzsche's exquisite face with strong beauty.

After finishing speaking, he walked around Han Sen, raised his flushed cheeks after being teased and smiled happily at Han Sen, turned around and walked out quickly, his feet were sloppy and his legs were trembling.

Han Sen looked at the man's back coldly.

Nietzsche threw away the used cover, tidied up his clothes, washed his hands carefully, and then sat at the dining table, taking a sip of coffee slowly with a cup.

"Everything is done? Has the man been redeemed?"

Nietzsche turned to look at Han Sen.

Han Sen nodded,

"Yes, Matthew was redeemed. He asked me to tell you that there is a ghost in the family, but they will find out the ghost as soon as possible."

Nietzsche nodded.

"Mr. Nietzsche, the hot water has been put away, and your clothes have been brought back. The bread I brought from the restaurant is on the counter. I want to take a rest."

Han Sen said in a deep voice.

Nietzsche pulled his lips, squinted his eyes slightly to look at Han Sen, and then waved: "Go and rest."

"Okay, good night."

Han Sen bowed respectfully to Nietzsche, then quickly turned and walked out.

After returning to his cell, Han Sen poured a cup of hot water and sat straight on his chair.

Han Sen was holding the cup in his hand, feeling the scalding hot water in the cup against his palm, looking at the white wall opposite with a blank expression, his expression was gloomy and silent, his thin lips were tightly pressed together, The deep and dark eyes were like a deep pool that could not be seen through, and there was an icy aura exuding from his whole body.

"Nietzsche Lutheran."

You are really, really nice...

Han Sen called Nietzsche's full name silently, as if exhausting all his strength, his slender fingers tightly held the glass in his hand, his knuckles turned white, and then Han Sen slowly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, Han Sen suddenly opened his eyes, picked up the glass in his hand and slammed it on the opposite wall.

"boom--!"

With a bang, the intact glass turned into shiny shards, flying in all directions in the room.The hot water in the cup spilled on the floor and wet the room.

Han Sen took a breath silently, his eyes were slightly red, and his gaze was frighteningly cold.

Han Sen picked up a shard of glass and held it tightly in his hand until the bright red blood dripped down his wrist slowly.

From the palm to the heart, after all, it is the pain that spreads.

Some people are like a good-looking poison, which makes your body happy and your heart hurts like a knife.

Han Sen pulled a piece of facial tissue, wiped the blood stains on his palms, then took off his clothes and went to bed, without closing his eyes, his face expressionless.