Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

"Mr. Nietzsche, Xia Zuo is waiting for you in the reception room."

Loni followed Nietzsche respectfully.

Nietzsche nodded, spread his legs, walked along the quiet corridor in the prison, and walked straight towards the prison's reception room.

Since Nietzsche no longer intends to speak, Loni just shut his mouth and followed Nietzsche quietly, through the prison building, and walked towards the reception room.

"Xia Zuo, Mr. Nietzsche is here."

Loni stretched out his hand and opened the door, and informed Xia Zuo who was sitting in the reception room. Xia Zuo immediately stood up, staring at the door with wide eyes, with a smile on his face.

Nietzsche.Lutheran walked out from Loni's side, and then walked in slowly.

"Talk slowly."

Loni smiled, then turned and closed the door.

Xia Zuo smiled happily at Loni, and threw himself on Nietzsche's body, resting his head on Nietzsche's chest, holding Nietzsche tightly with both hands.

Nietzsche let Xia Zuo hold him, and patted Xia Zuo's shoulder with his backhand, indicating that he could do it. "How did you do the investigation last time?"

Nietzsche sat down on the chair in the reception room, spread his long legs, and looked straight at Xia Zuo.

Xia Zuo smiled, sat down opposite Nietzsche, reached out and handed Nietzsche a cigarette, and then helped him light it, narrowing his eyes slightly, "Boss, we found something very surprising."

With a cigarette in his hand, Nietzsche took a deep breath first, and then said in a deep voice:

"What's the matter with me?"

Xia Zuo smiled and took out a stack of photos from his suit pocket, spread them out one by one in front of Nietzsche and said, "Look, is there anyone you know here?"

Nietzsche held the cigarette in his hand, stretched out his fingers, spread out the photos one by one with his fingertips gracefully, glanced through the photos, and then pointed to a photo and said: "This person is called Shenzui, right?" .”

Xia Zuo nodded and looked at the photo.

In the photo, a Chinese young man with a cigar in his mouth, wearing a formal suit, with black hair combed behind his head, leaning against the side of a black luxury car, a right hand with an expensive watch On the window of the car.

In the photo, Shen Zui was standing in front of a European-style building, with a gentle smile on his lips, as if he was waiting for someone.

Although the photo was taken secretly, but the camera's pixels are very high, so Nietzsche, who has always had a photographic memory, still recognized that this young man was the good intoxication he had with Han Sen before.

"Boss, do you know that in recent years there has been a drug gang of Chinese origin that suddenly rose overnight in Rome, so everyone on the road wants to know where they came from.

But their actions are unusually low-key, and they are not as domineering and unreasonable as Akino, and they just do business in a well-behaved manner, so it is difficult to find out their details.

Recently I knew that this group had this man in it, so I started with them, and then I discovered a shocking secret. "

Xia Zuo smiled triumphantly, looked straight at Nietzsche and said:

"Everyone thinks that Shen Zui is the leader of this group, but it's not. The leader of this group is Han Sen who is still in prison."

Nietzsche stared straight at the photo in front of him, his face sank in an instant, and he looked at the person in the photo with a sullen expression.

Xia Zuo saw that Nietzsche was angry, and just now he had a smiling face that wanted to take credit for it. When Nietzsche was really angry, Xia Zuo immediately sat opposite Nietzsche with a nervous expression, and his expression looked very cute.

Although Xia Zuo felt that Nietzsche's angry appearance was scary, he was still very happy in his heart. He always felt that Han Sen, a Chinese boy, was not a good guy. Even though he had always been loyal to Nietzsche, Xia Zuoshi always felt that Han Sen Sen is just putting on airs!

The worst thing is... the boss took him to bed!And until now, there is no intention of letting him go!

Now it's finally healed. Xia Zuo was going to investigate Shen Zui, but he didn't expect God to help him so much, and even dug up Han Sen's details by the way!

Xia Zuo is aware of his boss' temper, and what he hates the most is cheating and betrayal. The more Han Sen pretends to be loyal, the angrier Nietzsche will be!It's great!If he did such a thing behind his back, the boss would definitely not let him go.

Nietzsche smiled coldly, looked at the photos on the table one by one, picked up the cigarette butt and slowly pressed it down on the intoxicated head in the photo, "You are really good, Han Sen."

When Nietzsche said this, his expression was ferocious, obviously he hated the things Han Sen did behind his back.

Then I remembered the past few years intermittently, and suddenly felt a sense of enlightenment.

Nietzsche's lips pulled up slowly.

Xia Zuo hurriedly added fuel to the flames and said:

"Boss, do you want us to kill Han Sen in the cell? In case you come out in the future, he will become our hindrance!"

Xia Zuo narrowed his eyes slightly. When he said these words, he suddenly felt very excited. Thinking of killing Han Sen, who is an eyesore, Xia Zuo was so happy psychologically!

Nietzsche has returned to his normal expression, and only those piercing eyes that are braving the cold air reveal Nietzsche's current monstrous anger.

That person had knelt in front of him and made an oath before, saying that he would never betray him, but in the blink of an eye, everything changed.

"Boss, what should we do? I think it's better to kill Han Sen as soon as possible in the cell!"

Xia Zuo said hastily.

Nietzsche slapped the table hard, then stood up slowly, and said sullenly: "Hmph, isn't it too cheap to kill him? That bad boy has the guts to deceive me. I want him to do this." You can't live, you can't die!"

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche waved his hand violently and threw all the photos on the ground. Looking at the photos that were scattered one after another, Nietzsche narrowed his eyes slightly, with a frightening cruelty and chill in his expression.

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Han Sen didn't see Nietzsche all afternoon, and stood with Feng Bai on the playground for a while. When it was almost time for dinner in the evening, Han Sen looked down at the time and said to Feng Bai: "It's almost time for dinner It's time, I'm going to have dinner with Nietzsche."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen first went to the prison cafeteria to get a few loaves of bread, then turned and walked towards the activity room. At this time, Nietzsche should be in the activity room, Han Sen thought.

Even if he wasn't in the activity room, Nietzsche should have dinner in the activity room, as long as he waited for him there.

Han Sen walked along the corridor to the front of the activity room. The door of the activity room was closed. Han Sen knocked on the door lightly, "Mr. Nietzsche, are you in?"

Nietzsche didn't answer, but a man groaned in pain,

"Ah... Mr. Nietzsche... ah... please... be gentle..."

Han Sen's face darkened suddenly, and he heard the voice of that handsome muscular man.

That cheap man who has been following Nietzsche with a dead face for many years.

Han Sen took a deep breath, pursed his lips, suppressed the cold expression on his face, opened the door suddenly, and saw the handsome muscular man standing in front of the window with nothing covered, his muscular hands resting on the window sill superior.

And the well-dressed Nietzsche stood behind the handsome muscular man, pinched his waist, and lashed out, and the muscular man kept begging.

Han Sen saw a thin streak of blood slowly slipping down the inner thigh of the muscular man. The man's expression on the side was very painful, and his mouth was pleading again and again.

Han Sen closed his eyes slightly, clasped his hands tightly, and said in a deep voice, "Mr. Nietzsche, dinner is here."

Nietzsche turned his head abruptly and looked at Han Sen. The cold snake-like eyes darted back and forth on Han Sen's face a few times: "Why, did I allow you to come in?"

Han Sen was startled, shook his head silently, turned around and was about to go out.

"Stand up for me!"

Nietzsche yelled at Han Sen fiercely, then suddenly pulled his lips and smiled, stretched out his slender fingers to touch the muscular man's strong thigh, and said in a deep voice: "Han Sen, come anyway Alright, just stand here and watch."

After finishing speaking, Nietzsche grabbed one of the muscular man's thighs and hugged him in his arms. He changed his posture and pointed upward fiercely. Since Nietzsche said that he would not let him go, Han Sen stood there straight and looked at Nietzsche with his arms around him. Another man in intense fuck.

Han Sen's eyes darkened slowly, one hand was placed beside him, and they were silently and fiercely held together, the knuckles were white, and there was no blood on the nails.

"Um... ah... lighten up... ah... Mr. Nietzsche... um..."

Nietzsche lowered his head, and slammed hard on the muscular man's neck, one arm carried the muscular man's thigh on his shoulder, and the speed suddenly became faster, probably because the high point was really approaching, Nietzsche's bright red lips tightened. Pressing together tightly, the color of the dark green eyes became thicker, and they finally bumped twice before ending.

"You sounded good, baby."

Nietzsche reached out and patted the muscular man's dazed face, then let go of his hand abruptly, pushed the muscular man off his body, reached out to brush his hair, pulled off the used cover and threw it into the trash can.

The muscular man collapsed to the ground as soon as his legs gave way, and then panted heavily, even though the room was air-conditioned.

On the contrary, the muscular man's forehead was covered with sweat.He picked up his tattered clothes that were torn by Nietzsche and put them on. He stood up with support, raised his eyebrows, and smiled at Han Sen. There was a vague but undeniable sense of victory in that smile. look.

Nietzsche went straight to the edge of the table and took a sip of tea.

"Mr. Nietzsche, I'm going back first."

The muscular man whose feet were so weak and whose legs were weak after being fucked put on his clothes and stood up, blushing and looking at Nietzsche, the flush on his cheeks refused to fade for a long time.

Nietzsche raised his eyebrows and waved at him, "Come here."

The muscular man obediently walked over, then knelt down obediently at Nietzsche's feet.

Nietzsche pulled up his lips and smiled evilly, stretched out his hand to pinch the muscular man's chin and said, "It's still an obedient pet that is lovable."

Han Sen was startled suddenly, and there was a tingling pain in the palm of his hand. Han Sen raised his palm and looked at it gently, and found that his hand was already bleeding from his nails, and he didn't realize it at all just now.

But what Nietzsche just said...

Han Sen frowned slightly, and suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Like, something is wrong, everything is very wrong.

Almost quickly getting rid of other complicated and boring emotions, Han Sen turned his head and saw the muscular man stretching his hands behind him, his face was bright red, and slowly spit out two colored beads the size of a baby's fist. It was bloodstained, which was shocking to see.

Nietzsche still looked at the muscular man with a smile, the corners of his bright red mouth curled up, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, he reached out and patted the muscular man's face and said, "Okay, go back, put away your things, next time Still have to use it."

"Okay, Mr. Nietzsche, my body will always belong to you..."

Under Nietzsche's gesture, the muscular man got up and walked out. When he walked past Han Sen, he smiled softly again.

Han Sen looked at him coldly, snorted in a low voice, and his eyes were full of killing intent.

The muscular man knew that Han Sen was uncomfortable looking at him, but he was not afraid of Han Sen at all.

What is Han Sen?

But Nietzsche.A dog next to Lutheran can now climb Nietzsche.Lutheran's bed, that's enough, what does he care about?

Thinking of this, the muscular man also snorted coldly, and then walked out the door with his feet on the wall, holding the two big glass beads in his hands. Han Sen knew that it was Nietzsche who stuffed them into the man's body of.

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You do that to other men.

Actually, I don't know why you treat me like that.

the bodies you embraced,

The faces that challenged me before you,

Haunted in my mind for years.

You'll never know how I look at them in private.

The piercing pain in my palm reminded me that day,

I want them, with your dignity,

Shattered to pieces and buried together for my life.