Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

I still miss Nietzsche.

Less than a week later, Nietzsche was in a Roman prison.

It is normal that Camillo cannot find Nietzsche.

But Nietzsche has played with countless people before, and he really has no impression of this Camillo, including what happened that night, and he doesn't think much about it.

Before Nietzsche met Hansen, he changed partners very frequently. So far, all the people combined have not spent as long as Nietzsche sleeping on Hansen's bed, nor as long as Nietzsche and Hansen.

Nietzsche lowered his head slightly, and Camillo had already taken out Nietzsche's things.

"Mr. Nietzsche, please don't reject me?..."

Nietzsche smiled silently, stretched out his hand and pinched the young man's chin and said:

"But I didn't intend to do anything, I just came to pee."

Camillo blushed and said:

"Then I can too... you can do anything..."

After finishing speaking, Camillo still held it firmly and began to suck.

"You brought it on yourself."

Nietzsche saw the young man "serving" him diligently, and suddenly stretched out his hand to press the young man's head.

"Well……"

The young man snorted, and supported Nietzsche's thighs with both hands to stabilize his body, then the young man raised his head and gulped it all in.

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"Okay, grandma, I still have something to tell Han Sen, can I chat with you next time?"

Seeing Han Sen being tortured by Jiang Lingyue for a long time, Shen Zui couldn't stand it anymore, and finally rescued Han Sen.

Han Sen stood up, turned his head and looked behind him, Nietzsche's place was empty, no one was sitting there.

Han Sen let Shen Zui do his own thing, turned around and walked towards Nietzsche's position.

Several bodyguards are still there.

"Where's Nietzsche Lutheran?"

Han Sen asked them.

"Mr. Han, Mr. Nietzsche went to the bathroom."

Han Sen nodded and walked towards the bathroom in silence.

"Mr. Han."

When Han Sen walked through the corridor to the bathroom, the two bodyguards guarding the door hurriedly bowed to Han Sen.

Han Sen nodded, raised the watch on his wrist and looked at it,

"It's been 10 minutes since we went in."

Both nodded.

Han Sen opened the door and walked in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw a young man kneeling in front of Nietzsche, slowly spitting out Nietzsche's things, looking at Nietzsche with a pair of watery eyes and saying, "Mr. Nietzsche, are you satisfied?"

Nietzsche pursed his lips silently, then watched the young man straighten his pants.

This scene made Han Sen think a lot.

Thinking of the many nasty things I have seen since puberty, as well as the pictures that made Han Sen feel sick and the men who smiled at Nietzsche.

They all have one thing in common, that is, had a physical relationship with Nietzsche.

Those lingering dirty clips and the obscene scene in front of him made Han Sen's uncontrollable desire to kill soar.

The thick black emotions buried in Han Sen's heart were instantly aroused.

Han Sen closed the door with his backhand, looked at Nietzsche's back expressionlessly, and said in a cold voice, "Lutheran."

"You are really nice."

Hearing Han Sen's deep and cold voice, Nietzsche Lutheran turned his head suddenly.

Just when Nietzsche turned his head, Han Sen had already walked in front of Nietzsche, waved his hand violently, and slapped Nietzsche hard on the face.

Nietzsche covered his face, and there was a faint blood trickle from the corner of his mouth.

"What are you doing?! Mr. Nietzsche!"

Camillo couldn't believe that anyone would dare to do such a thing to Nietzsche.

Han Sen reached out and squeezed Camillo's chin, forcing him to look up, then looked at him expressionlessly and said, "What's your name?"

"I... my name is Camillo."

"What time did you wake up this morning?"

"Eight, eight o'clock..."

I don't know why Han Sen would ask such a question at this time. Camillo looked at the cold Chinese man tremblingly, and his dark eyes were like a dark night sky. I can't see his emotions purely, I just feel that everything in front of me is very scary, and the cruel and cold breath almost drowns people.

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled silently:

"Very well, Camillo, getting up at eight o'clock, you must have seen the morning sun, have you not? Well, now, remember in your mind what the sun in Rome looked like, because, soon, you will never I can't see the sun."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen held up Camillo's collar, dragged him to the door easily, opened the door, and said to Feng Bai who was standing outside the door: "Ah Bai, drag this bitch out to deal with it!" I feel dirty just breathing with him."

"Okay, I know!"

Feng Bai immediately led someone to drag Camillo to the top floor of the hotel, and then the two bodyguards on the left and right reached out and pressed Camillo to the edge of the roof.

"Help... help...!"

"Cough cough cough..."

Camilo was pressed against the edge of the roof, his legs were struggling constantly, his breathing was not smooth, and he couldn't help but coughed out.

Feng Bai smiled and said to Camillo:

"Little beauty, in fact, the most important thing in life is timing."

"If you want to be picked up by Nietzsche Luther, you have to pick the right time."

Feng Bai slowly pushed Camillo's head down, then put his mouth close to his ear and said, "Nietzsche slept with our boss, how could you just get your hands on it."

Camillo suddenly opened his eyes wide, looking at Feng Bai in disbelief.

While he was in a daze, Feng Bai waved at the bodyguards behind him. A bodyguard standing behind Camillo hugged Camillo's legs and threw Camillo headfirst from the tall building. go down.

Feng Bai put one leg on the edge of the roof, looked at the bloody young man below, and more and more onlookers, lit a cigarette and held it in his mouth, and pointed to the smiling self below. He said to himself: "Tsk, Nietzsche Lutheran, you are really a sinful person. Look, another handsome guy died because of you."

After finishing speaking, Feng Bai quickly turned around and left with his men before the police arrived.

As soon as Feng Bai took people away from Camillo who was scared to death, Han Sen raised his foot and slammed it into Nietzsche's abdomen.

"Well……"

Nietzsche knelt on the ground clutching his stomach, his thin body trembling non-stop, the blood from the corner of his mouth dripped down in front of his knees, making his lips even redder, and the visual effect was really real from a distance. It's very shocking.

Nietzsche's health is not the same as before. The days in the prison were better, and then he fell into Han Sen's hands. Coupled with his age, he has been tossed and weakened by Han Sen a while ago.

Han Sen walked up to Nietzsche, squatted down, pinched Nietzsche's chin, and forced Nietzsche's dark green eyes to look straight at him: "Bitch, you really are not suitable to come out to meet people, you should come back to me obediently." let's go home."

"No matter how painful it is, bear it for me. You are not allowed to die now. Even if you want to die, you have to die in my Han Sen's house."

After finishing speaking, Han Sen pulled Nietzsche's hair, asked his subordinates to say hello to Shen Zui, and then dragged Nietzsche out of the hotel's back door.