Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

Han Sen's hands were numb and he was struggling in his heart. He squinted at the gun on Nietzsche's dining table, and suddenly wanted to pick up the gun and rush into the bathroom to kill Nietzsche, so that he wouldn't have to sit here and wait to be insulted.

But after thinking about it, in that case, I must end up dead in the end, and I have no chance to get out alive, Nietzsche.Lutheran was terrifying, and the power he possessed was even more terrifying. If he killed him, he would not be able to escape.

"It's better to die than to live", this is what his long-dead mother used to say to him.

So, Han Sen gritted his teeth, took off his clothes neatly, and then sat down on Nietzsche's bed in an orderly manner.

Han Sen tried his best to relax himself, but even though the heated room was very warm and comfortable, Han Sen's muscles still tensed up uncontrollably.

"What did Shen Qingyang tell you in the bathroom today?"

Nietzsche came out, and glanced at Han Sen blankly with restrained eyes. About three out of every ten people in the Chinese group are controlled by Nietzsche, so he knows all the news among them, so naturally he knows Han Sen met Shen Qingyang in the bathroom.

Han Sen also glanced at Nietzsche, and silently considered the man in his heart.

Han Sen thought that Nietzsche was about [-] years old. Because of his appearance, Nietzsche's actual age might be older than he looked.

Nietzsche.Lutheran has a tall figure, with white and slender legs, and he is taller than himself. At this moment, he is only wearing a pair of black boxer shorts, and his crimson broken hair is wet on the white skin after washing his hair. On the cheeks, the color is more intense, the lips are bright red, and the eyes are so beautiful that they can almost hurt people, but Nietzsche with such a face is completely unattractive, and only makes people feel that there is a cold chill gas.

Han Sen just glanced at it, then quickly lowered his eyes,

"Shen Qingyang said he had cocaine there, and asked me to go to his place the night after tomorrow and chat with him, probably because he wanted to seduce me with cocaine."

Han Sen told Nietzsche what he had encountered and what he thought.

Nietzsche nodded and sat down next to Han Sen. Han Sen suddenly became nervous and felt that the hairs all over his body were standing on end. The presence of this man was too strong, and Han Sen suddenly felt restless.

"It seems that he doesn't plan to sleep with you now. You hang him first, don't worry, and you will find a chance to kill him when he is making out with you. He will be the most defenseless at that time."

Nietzsche said these words that made Han Sen's hairs stand up as if he was talking about everyday life.

"I don't know what to do with men."

Han Sen said in a low voice, his slender fingers were twisted together, silently placed on his side, the tightly clenched palms were the only resistance he could do, and the only remaining way to express his dissatisfaction.

Nietzsche gave a low hum, picked up a white bath towel to wipe his hair,

"Kneel before me."

Han Sen was stunned: "What?"

Nietzsche took a cold look,

"Kneel before me. Don't make me say it a second time."

Han Sen didn't dare to look directly into Nietzsche's cold eyes, and pursed his lips. Nietzsche sat beside him without saying a word, and Han Sen finally knelt down obediently in front of him.

"Early death and early rebirth."

Han Sen thought in his heart.

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen who was kneeling in front of him, then tore off the edge of his pants: "Hurry up."

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche in disbelief, with a look of impossibility on his face.

Nietzsche frowned in displeasure, and slapped Han Sen's face suddenly. This slap was very rude, and Han Sen's mouth suddenly bled.

Nietzsche continued to wipe his wet hair with a bath towel, and said impatiently: "Hurry up, crawl over here, and do what you should do for me. If you can't please Shen Qingyang, how can you kill him? He killed him. I'm teaching you how to please him now."

Nietzsche stretched out his hand and pulled Han Sen's hair, making Han Sen look straight at him with a slightly more mature face than a teenager, then stretched out his slender and fair fingers to part Han Sen's moist lips and white teeth, The thumb touched Han Sen's lips lightly, and there was an evil smile on the corner of Shu'er's mouth. His strange and coquettish face slowly looked down at Han Sen and said, "Don't let me down. During this process, if you want to bite me or hurt me, I will directly tear the corner of your mouth from here with my hands."

When Nietzsche said these words, Han Sen clearly felt Nietzsche's earnest expression and the pupil constriction caused by the flash of excitement and bloodlust.

Han Sen could almost smell the thick and terrifying smell of blood coming from Nietzsche's bones.

Not wanting to offend Nietzsche's Ni Lin, Han Sen had no choice but to lower his head obediently, opened his mouth, and began to move slowly.

While moving, Han Sen secretly told himself to remember all this, he was forced to bear such a shame, Han Sen trembled with shame, and was forced to please such a man.

After a while, Nietzsche took a low breath, seemed to feel very good, then pushed Han Sen's head into Han Sen's throat, Han Sen let Nietzsche control him silently, his hands couldn't support him Pressed on Nietzsche's legs, the muscles of the cheeks and the corners of the mouth were stiff and sour because of maintaining a movement, until Nietzsche finished.

There was a fishy and sweet taste in his mouth. Of course Han Sen knew what it was. He turned his head in disgust and wanted to spit it out. Nietzsche reached out and pinched Han Sen's chin, and looked at Han Sen with an evil smile on the corner of his mouth, saying every word. Said, "Give it to me to swallow."

Han Sen slowly burst into anger from the bottom of his heart. He even wanted to kill the man in front of him, this perverted devil with a vicious heart, but Han Sen knew it was irrational to do so, so he closed his eyes to cover his eyes. With deep anger, he quickly swallowed Nietzsche's things, but he just wanted to vomit in his heart.

"Okay, get up."

Nietzsche patted Han Sen's face with satisfaction, then got up and went to the table to make a cup of coffee, took a sip in his hand, then looked at Han Sen and said, "Actually, at this time, you can kill him, just Just like you wanted to kill me just now, but you have to use your own brains."

Han Sen sat by the bed, lowered his eyelids and said:

"No, I absolutely did not intend to kill you."

Hearing what Han Sen said, Nietzsche gave Han Sen a cold look, then picked up the gun on the table, and pressed it against Han Sen's head: "Boy, I can tell what you are thinking when you move your eyes. Can lie to me about me. Don't try to lie to me."

After speaking, he pressed the cold gun against Han Sen's temple. Han Sen felt that the skin on the temple had been scratched by the heavy muzzle of the gun.

Nietzsche narrowed his deep green eyes slightly, looked straight at Han Sen, and said viciously, "Did you want to kill me at that moment just now? To be honest, don't lie."

Han Sen's forehead was covered with cold sweat. He swallowed his saliva, still without blinking his eyes, and said without hesitation, "No, I never thought of hurting you, Mr. Nietzsche."

Nietzsche smiled, reached out and patted Han Sen's face, and said in a deep voice:

"Very good, very smart, if you say you want to kill me, you will not survive tonight, I will shoot you directly."

Han Sen felt a thin layer of sweat slowly rising from his back.

Nietzsche, as the name suggests, is a living pervert, a bloodthirsty thug without human emotions.

Just when Han Sen was at a loss because he had just crossed the line of life and death, Nietzsche reached out his hand slowly and held Han Sen.

Han Sen was taken aback,

"Mr. Nietzsche, what do you want to do?"

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen and smiled with his lips drawn:

"Play a game, a game I've never played before."

Han Sen didn't know what kind of terrible idea Nietzsche had, his muscles all over his body jumped up tightly.

Then he looked down at Nietzsche and looked straight at his own face, with crimson hair, fair skin, thick and slender eyelashes, and thin red lips, but such a gorgeous face grew on a man's face.

Han Sen closed his eyes suddenly, and was held firmly by someone, but the other party had the physique of a man.

Han Sen couldn't restrain his disgust from the bottom of his heart, but he couldn't restrain his physiology. Han Sen has no experience in this kind of thing, and all this is really out of his control. In many cases, a man's reason and body are separated. of.

"Looks like it's ready."

Han Sen heard Nietzsche talking to himself and opened his eyes. Nietzsche looked at him and said:

"Sit against the wall."

Han Sen pursed his lips, and finally nodded obediently. He didn't expect that he would encounter such a thing that he had never imagined before.

Nietzsche stretched out his hand to hold Han Sen's shoulder, and with one hand he didn't know what to do under himself. Then he raised his legs and stretched the bed, and straddled Han Sen's body without hesitation.

"Nie, Mr. Nietzsche, what are you going to do?"

Han Sen opened his eyes wide and looked at Nietzsche who was about to sit on him. He didn't know where to put his hands because he was at a loss, and finally pulled the bed sheet under him.

Nietzsche glanced at him displeased, his face still expressionless,

"Fuck it, or what else to do."

"But... we are all men."

Han Sen said nervously, but he felt that he was surrounded by a hot feeling.

Han Sen trembled all over, feeling that all the muscles in his body were tense, as if his whole body was about to explode, wait... that's... what?

"I know."

Nietzsche's usually cold voice suddenly became hoarse. Han Sen opened his eyes wide and looked at Nietzsche's dry and fluffy crimson hair with shining spots. Those hairs covered his forehead, but Han Sen still saw it. Nietzsche's forehead was covered with a thin layer of sweat, and his thin red lips were tightly pressed together.

"Um……"

Nietzsche snorted softly, and Han Sen was completely accommodated by him.

Han Sen moved a bit. Nietzsche, who was not very comfortable and felt some pain, waved his hand and gave Han Sen a slap: "Don't f*cking move!"

Han Sen's shoulders were held tightly by Nietzsche, and his cheeks hurt, but he had no choice but to swallow his anger and lean against the wall.

Nietzsche started to move on his own, not communicating with Han Sen at all, as if Han Sen was just a toy of his real person who couldn't speak.

Regardless of the form and taste of sexual intercourse this time, Han Sen felt that he was completely raped.

This is a naked sexual assault, and I am a doll without dignity at the moment, Han Sen thought.

But he could only endure this atrocity obediently in silence.

It's like a man who has been drugged by a woman for rape, as long as it is not consensual, no matter what the body odor is, whoever enters is a crime, and you can't just say that the man took advantage of it.

But the physical reaction was uncontrollable, and Han Sen felt that he was about to lose control.

Nietzsche began to feel relaxed, and smiled to himself, seeming to speed up his movements in pleasure. Han Sen felt his thighs being attacked by Nietzsche.

Han Sen knew what it was all about, but he couldn't control it.

This was his first time, and he tried his best to hold back, but Nietzsche's actions were so intense.

"Well……"

Suddenly, Han Sen's body shook.

Nietzsche waited displeasedly for Han Sen to stop trembling, then stood up abruptly, looked at Han Sen with displeasure and said, "It's really useless, it really is a lowly race."

This sentence hurt Han Sen's self-esteem. In order to at least explain, Han Sen said in a deep voice, "Mr. Nietzsche, this is my first time."

Nietzsche reached out and brushed his hair, "No wonder."

Suddenly, he raised his eyebrows and looked at Han Sen and said:

"I'm going to rush and get ready before I come back, and we'll do it again."

After speaking like an order, Nietzsche turned and went into the bathroom.

Looking at his back, Han Sen saw red and white sticky colors flowing down Nietzsche's thighs.

Han Sen took a sharp breath, this man is really scary and perverted.

But in order not to torture his back, Han Sen stretched out his hand and prepared carefully. After a while, when Nietzsche came out, he straddled Han Sen without saying a word, and pulled Han Sen vigorously with one hand. Sen's hair, the other hand pressed on Han Sen's shoulder, forcing Han Sen to look straight at his face, Han Sen didn't even have a chance to close his eyes.

Nietzsche dominates throughout.

Han Sen gritted his teeth and endured it until Nietzsche finally had enough, felt comfortable, and finished. He dared not stop. Nietzsche was playing like crazy, Han Sen endured it very hard, and a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.

Nietzsche walked up and down from Han Sen, and gave Han Sen a cold look,

"get out."

When Han Sen heard this, he quickly put on his clothes, opened the door, and wanted to leave here as if he had been granted an amnesty.

It was hell to be around Nietzsche.

This man dares to play with anything, as long as he finds it interesting, he dares to do anything.

After leaving the door, Han Sen breathed out suddenly, but saw the door of B[-] on the opposite side suddenly opened, and inside was Xia Zuo with a grim expression.

Xia Zuo lived in the opposite door of Nietzsche, which was specially arranged by Nietzsche. Nietzsche trusted Xia Zuo very much and asked him to be his doorman and be responsible for his own safety. In case something happened to him, Xia Zuo would be the first to rush up Block yourself.

Xia Zuo leaned against the early door, his pretty face was full of contempt, Han Sen nodded at him, turned around and wanted to leave, Xia Zuo snorted coldly: "It's just a yellow-skinned bastard, the boss is tired of playing Just throw you away, what to pretend."

Han Sen pursed his lips and ignored Xia Zuo. He straightened his clothes and walked quickly towards his floor.

Quickly walking back to his cell, Han Sen pushed open the door and quickly ran into the bathroom, frantically washing his body, not afraid of the cold, then lay down in the sink and scratched his throat trying to put himself in the Nietzsche What was swallowed there is spit out.

When he returned to the bed, Han Sen pursed his lips tightly. Because of his anger, his forehead was bulging with blue veins.

"I am going to kill you."

Nietzsche's gorgeous face slowly appeared in Han Sen's mind, and his fists were clenched tightly. This was the first time in his life that he had such a strong hatred.

It was given to him by Nietzsche, and he swore secretly that in the future, he would repay double his pain and shame to this femme fatale who sexually assaulted him.