The night mountain breeze rushed in through the open window, blowing wildly over the nearly naked man, ruthlessly dividing the little remaining warmth on his body.
The man's hands were tied behind his back, he was only wearing a pair of shorts, and he was forced to kneel on the ground. He lowered his head, looking around, his expression was relatively calm.
Suddenly, the door of the villa bounced open, and the cold wind rushed in first, forming convection with the open window, the curtain legs collided with each other, and the naked man shivered again.
The man who came walking on the wind was a sinister and fierce-looking man, followed by two minions. The scene was quite horrifying.
"Caught you?" The man's voice was filled with hatred. He rushed to the man in a few steps and kicked him over with his leg.
"You damn faggot, I told you I would kill you sooner or later!"
The man on the ground was a big man, with broad shoulders, thick back and muscular body. Even though he was tied up, he did not look inferior. The hemp rope was tight and his chest muscles were bulging, which gave him a sense of violent aesthetics.
He raised his head and looked at the man who was looking down at him with spitting fire in his eyes, with a hint of doubt in his eyes: "...You are two hundred yuan?"
Two hundred dollars!
Xue Baotian remembered the two hundred yuan that was slapped on the side of his face, and the words "I can't have more, you're not good-looking."
"Fuck you! I think you don't want to live anymore!"
Xue Baotian used the same trick again and raised his leg to kick. His big leather boots were raised high with a tremendous force, and he raised it so high and dropped it so quickly that it should have been a heavy blow, but unexpectedly the man who was half-crouching on the ground swiftly dodged, causing Xue Baotian to step on empty air and almost stumble.
He used too much force and the sole of his shoe hit the ground, causing half of his leg to go numb. Xue Baotian limped and angrily pointed at the black-clad bodyguards standing next to the man: "What did I hire you for? You are all fucking bastards! Hold him down!"
The man on the ground was being controlled by many hands and had nowhere to hide. He was kicked dozens of times by Xue Baotian.
After being kicked randomly, the man spat out a mouthful of blood foam, looked up at Xue Baotian who was panting with a sinister look on his face, and said in a tepid tone: "You can't blame me for what happened last time. Besides, I apologized to you and gave you the money. It was you who didn't want it."
When it came to money, Xue Baotian got angry again, cursing and looking for someone to kill him.
The man didn't want to suffer any more physical pain, so he spoke faster and said, "Besides, I applied medicine to the wounds on your body, including the ones afterward. Didn't we agree to let this matter go? Why are you still grudgeing me?"
Xue Baotian's teeth were about to be broken. That evening a month ago was the darkest moment of his life. He was beaten up for no reason, and then the man picked up his chicken tip. Afterwards, he was not allowed to curse, and threatened that he would be punished for every curse. He was so depressed that he was like a balloon about to explode. He was also in so much pain that he could not move a step because of the wounds all over his body.
The man left for a while, bought two tubes of ointment and a few bags of instant noodles, and cooked the noodles on a small electric stove while applying medicine to his bruised wounds.
Xue Baotian had never suffered since he was a child, and he was a young man. The ointment was cool and temporarily relieved the pain. Therefore, although he wanted to resist, it was not much, and he just pushed and shoved and gave in.
"The most painful part is his fucking backside! You fucking donkey, you don't consider your own thing and then... what? In ancient times, if you reported to the authorities, you would be castrated. Now you have to undergo chemical castration!"
"Do you still want to report J?" The man's hand, which was applying the medicine, stopped at the back of Xue Baotian's neck, and he held it lightly, not too lightly or too heavily, which made people feel uneasy.
Xue Baotian opened his mouth several times, but finally gave in. A wise man never suffers a loss in front of him. I will kill you in the future!
The sound of screwing the lid came from behind, and the man seemed to have changed the ointment. A cold touch came from behind, and Xue Baotian suddenly shuddered, and his back instantly stiffened!
"What are you doing?" His voice changed, he turned his head with difficulty and asked tremblingly.
"I'm applying medicine to you. Didn't you say it hurt?"
"I'll do it myself, no no, I won't wipe it, take it away!"
The man felt that he was scolding him, so he turned away and ignored him, squatting in front of the small stove and concentrating on cooking noodles.
Xue Baotian called his confidant and asked him to answer the phone. When he hung up the phone, the noodles were already out of the pot, and the young man sat on a small stool and concentrated on eating noodles.
The aroma of noodles filled the cramped room.
Xue Baotian's stomach growled and he felt a severe stomachache. He had drunk a lot of wine, and after being beaten and stabbed, his stomach was already empty, and he was looking forward to having a hot meal.
"Would you like a bowl?" the man asked without even raising his head.
"Who the hell eats this junk food?" Xue Baotian turned his face away angrily.
Five minutes later, he turned his head away in the room filled with the aroma of noodles: "Well, I just want to drink some soup."
This memory is what Xue Baotian wants to erase the most. It is cowardly and mean. In many midnight dreams, he wanted to slap himself in the face out of frustration!
After walking around the villa, he found a glass ashtray, hung it on his fingertips, walked back to the man and slowly squatted down.
"What's your name?"
The man raised his eyes, looked at Xue Baotian carefully, and then said, "So this is what you look like."
Xue Baotian thought of himself with a bruised face and nose a month ago, and he angrily said, "Fuck you! I'm..."
"Zhang Chi." The man's words followed closely, "My name is Zhang Chi."
Xue Baotian suppressed his temper and gritted his teeth: "Okay, Zhang Chi, don't you know the phrase 'a little impatience can ruin a big plan'?" He tapped the man's cheek with an ashtray, "I'm a normal man, but I was raped by a gay..., how do you think we should settle this?"
Zhang Chi has a young face, handsome features, and looks tender and manly.
He thought for a moment, and then spoke with a hint of sincerity: "I'm gay, and I can't tell how much harm this will cause you. If you really can't get over it, just go ahead and beat me up."
"Beat you up?" Xue Baotian grinned, "Of course I will, but..." He leaned forward slightly, close to the man's ear, "But I will also let you experience how much harm this kind of thing can do to a person."
He suddenly pulled away, and under Zhang Chi's puzzled gaze, Xue Baotian raised his hand and smashed the heavy glass ashtray on the man's head. A bloody cut suddenly appeared on his flesh, and warm blood flowed out!