Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Hearing what Han Sen said, Nietzsche swallowed silently, stood vigilantly by the window, his dark green eyes looked straight at Han Sen who was standing not far away, his face was dark and unclear.

The dim light in the room fell on Han Sen's young face, and the black hair on Han Sen's forehead was casually let down, casting a deep shadow between his eyebrows and eyes.

Nietzsche Lutheran has been on the rise since the first day he was born, and it has always been smooth sailing.

At any time, he is naturally extravagant and aloof. He never thought that one day he would be coerced like this.

In his world view, no one can threaten him yet.

Nietzsche silently looked at the slender man standing in front of him, and gently rested his fingers on the edge of the coffee table.

Han Sen gave him a sense of oppression, let him know clearly - he has nowhere to escape.

"Lutheran, come here."

Han Sen waved his hand gently at Nietzsche with no expression on his face. The slender chain in his right hand shone coldly under the light, and one side of the chain was hanging on the carpet under his feet.

"What do you want to do."

Nietzsche asked Han Sen vigilantly, he couldn't see through Han Sen's mind now.

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled silently,

"Come here obediently."

"Before I embarrass you any more."

Nietzsche let out a breath slowly, and suddenly remembered the first time he saw Han Sen in the Roman prison six years ago.

At that time, Han Sen, who was still at the end of puberty, was wearing a pair of white leggings with some wear and tear. With his hands in his pockets, he wandered aimlessly around the playground with his slender legs. His slightly immature body And fair face soaked in the sunshine of late autumn in Rome.

At that time, the boy's expression was brilliant.

At this moment, the man in front of him had a cold face, except for the similarity in appearance, there was no way for anyone to associate him with the young man with red lips and white teeth back then.

Nietzsche knew that he had changed Han Sen, and he personally destroyed Han Sen little by little.

However, even so, even Nietzsche, who knows that his actions have no morals, has always been cold-faced and cold-hearted.Lutheran still didn't feel the slightest bit of guilt.

Even now, right now.

"hurry up."

Han Sen glanced at Nietzsche with displeasure.

Nietzsche turned his head slightly to look around, and slowly walked towards Han Sen's side.

If Han Sen said it would embarrass him, Nietzsche believed that Han Sen would definitely do so.

And what Nietzsche hates most is embarrassment.

Nietzsche didn't like it under any circumstances.

Nietzsche has been a very face-conscious person since adolescence.

"Then I hope you don't do anything strange."

Nietzsche first warned Han Sen, then walked slowly towards Han Sen.

Just when Nietzsche was not far away from Han Sen, Han Sen suddenly reached out and pulled Nietzsche's hair, forcing him to look directly at him face to face.

"strange things?"

With a cloudy smile in Han Sen's eyes,

"Uncle, what do you say is not a strange thing."

The corner of Han Sen's mouth slowly approached Nietzsche's face, almost to the corner of his mouth, his eyes were still focused on Nietzsche: "Do you think it's strange to have sex with a man?"

Nietzsche turned his face away abruptly, looked at Han Sen in disgust, and said viciously:

"Go away, don't come near me."

Han Sen waved Nietzsche onto the bed, picked up the slender iron chain in his hand, and forcibly tied Nietzsche to the bed. Then he stood beside the bed, took off his suit slowly, and sat down beside the bed in a white shirt. He looked straight at Nietzsche, then reached out and stroked Nietzsche's hair. His face was expressionless, and his expression looked unusually cold and evil, but he said softly, "I used to think that you fell asleep At that time, I will forget that you are a man, and I will also forget that I have to accompany an elder to do it every day."

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled,

"Uncle, tell me, how can I make you sleep for a long time."

"But I don't want you to die like this,"

Han Sen took out a white handkerchief from his pocket, pinched his feet, spread it gently, covered Nietzsche's exquisite eyebrows, covered Nietzsche's eyes until he could not see Nietzsche's eyes, then lowered his head, Putting his head on Nietzsche's forehead, he said in a deep voice: "Even if you are asleep, as long as you smell your body, you will know that you are still alive, but you can't say or do anything, but you are still alive." Live as if nothing had happened."

"Uncle, do you like this?"

Nietzsche tightly pursed his lips and opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything in front of him, only a faint light.

Suddenly, Nietzsche suddenly felt that his arm was strangled by Han Sen with a leather tube, and then his arm was slapped a few times with the palm of his hand, probably looking for veins.

Nietzsche felt that Han Sen's warm palm patted his arm rhythmically a few times, and then the lower half of his arm held by Han Sen tensed up.

"Han Sen, are you crazy?!"

Realizing what Han Sen was going to do, Nietzsche finally began to show clear emotions, and his brows were furrowed together.

Although he is the leader of a drug cartel, Nietzsche himself has never had a habit of taking drugs.

"Don't move."

Han Sen lowered his voice, picked up a thin needle, looked straight at Nietzsche's fair arm, and looked at the increasingly clear veins on Nietzsche's arm. The thin and shiny needle slowly pierced the vein went in.

Nietzsche was a little apprehensive about the needle, his body began to tremble slightly just by imagining the appearance of the needle tube.

It can be said that this is his only weakness.

Sensing Nietzsche's slight trembling, Han Sen lowered his head and whispered in Nietzsche's ear, "Uncle, don't be afraid. If you move around, it will really hurt."

Since all these things in front of him could not be changed, Nietzsche did not say a word, but gritted his teeth vigorously, controlled the slight trembling of his body, and tried his best to control his fear of the needle tip.

Han Sen watched as the white cocaine solution that had been dissolved in the water was injected into Nietzsche little by little.In Lutheran's steady throbbing veins.

Because the solution had been heated just now, the needle under the fingertips still felt warm.

"Well……"

After cocaine enters the blood, it begins to take effect quickly. The drug tightly adheres to the hemoglobin, and the blood begins to flow rapidly and circulates in the body.

Nietzsche felt that his pupils seemed to be shrinking uncontrollably, and his body began to tremble involuntarily.

Han Sen injected a small tube of cocaine solution into Nietzsche's blood vessel, pulled out the needle, threw it into the trash can next to the bed, and looked at Nietzsche's face covered by the silk handkerchief.

Han Sen stared straight at the outline of the handkerchief propped up by his face, at Nietzsche's heavier, shortness of breath, heaving chest, and the ups and downs of the handkerchief because of his non-stop breathing.

Han Sen put his hands on top of Nietzsche, heard Nietzsche's heavy breathing, lowered his head suddenly, and kissed Nietzsche's lips through the soft silk handkerchief.

Nietzsche trembled slightly, and an uncontrollable strong pleasure flowed through his limbs and bones, which was almost indescribable, making Nietzsche feel that he was not really alive, as if he was dead and alive again, the soul Quickly hovering before life and death.

Even so, Nietzsche controlled himself not to make a sound, but closed his eyes gently, silently enduring the strong stimulation flowing from his head and nerves.

Because of the excitement, Nietzsche's lips were warm, and as soon as Han Sen's lips touched, Nietzsche's legs unconsciously hooked up to Han Sen's waist.

Han Sen moved his lips from Nietzsche's lips, turned his head and saw Nietzsche's slender legs hooked around his waist, and his feet tightly overlapped, holding Han Sen.

But Nietzsche's hands and neck were chained to the bed, so he couldn't move, so there was a crisp sound of the chain shaking.

Han Sen looked down at Nietzsche's face with his arms propped up. He stretched out his hand and pinched Nietzsche's neck. He only felt Nietzsche's legs quickly come down, and Nietzsche's expression could not be seen through the handkerchief.

Nietzsche felt that his breathing was slowly slowing down, and his heart was beating faster and faster due to lack of oxygen. Nietzsche even heard the beating sound of his heart in his own ears.

"Bang, bang, bang...!"

Once, once, it sounded firmly in Nietzsche's ears.

The pleasure is still going on, but the breath is getting weaker and weaker, and the two extreme feelings are playing back and forth.

Nietzsche's white toes were tightly intertwined, and the soles of his feet were bent because of the unbearable feeling.

"uncle."

When Nietzsche was barely struggling anymore, Han Sen suddenly let go, then turned over and held Nietzsche in his arms, "Are you comfortable?"

Nietzsche didn't speak, he was still trembling, and his breathing was still very heavy and rapid.

Han Sen's palm kept stroking Nietzsche's slender neck, and said in a deep voice:

"Look, this kind of pleasure is [-] times more than sleeping with a man."

"Now that you've got pleasure, don't think about men in the future, do you understand?"

"I'll keep you satisfied like this from now on, okay?"

Han Sen reached out and held Nietzsche tightly in his arms until Nietzsche's body stopped shaking.

Nietzsche turned his face sideways, and the handkerchief fell off his face.

His forehead was covered with thin sweat, his fair face became more and more rosy, and he looked abnormally tired. The extreme pleasure was followed by extreme exhaustion.

Nietzsche didn't have any strength at all, he just lay weakly in Han Sen's arms, his expression looked a bit sleepy.

"Is it comfortable?"

Han Sen turned his face, stared at Nietzsche's face, and whispered into Nietzsche's ear.

Nietzsche turned his face sideways, his dark green eyes became more and more intense, and looked at Han Sen with a cold expression: "Han Sen, you have been with me for so many years, you should know that this kind of thing can't control me, Nietzsche Lutheran."

Han Sen restrained the expression on his face, pushed Nietzsche away suddenly, stood up, put on his suit, "I can't control it now, I still have a lifetime."

"In the future, I will have to take care of you, uncle."

Han Sen pulled his lips, smiled ruthlessly, reached out and patted Nietzsche's face, turned and walked out.

Nietzsche opened his eyes and looked sideways at Han Sen's straight back disappearing in front of his eyes, then quickly closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.