"Shut up!" Dean snarled, his body trembling with anger, but Ben's presence was like an impenetrable wall, holding him down with unyielding force.Ben sneered, cutting off any chance for Dean to retort. "You think these are just things of the past? Let me tell you... You're still that same little Dean who only knows how to 'lie down and obey‘, let me tell you the truth about what happened while you were unconscious," his voice dropped suddenly, filled with a provocative edge. "Why are you here? Why aren't you still asleep in the car, but instead brought to my room? Who do you think would willingly bring you here to me?"Dean's eyes widened, his breath quickening. "Shawn..." he struggled to force the name out, and in that moment, the trust he had felt shattered completely.Ben saw the expression on his face and grew even more smug. "My wife and kids are downstairs. The only way to keep them in the dark was to bring you here to me. Think about it—who could it be?" He slowly approached, t
Ben stood rooted to the spot, his gaze fixed on Dean, a mixture of probing and helplessness on his face. "You’re not going to jump, are you?" His lips curled into a slight smirk, but his tone dripped with mockery. "It’s a forest down there. You won’t die, but you’ll be broken. You think you can escape me like this?"Dean's knuckles turned white from gripping the knife, fully aware that he couldn't bring himself to jump, but he couldn't let Ben see his weakness. However, Ben's gaze grew more confident, a dangerous smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "Little Dean, you're not trying to hurt yourself. You're just trying to scare me, aren't you?"Dean's fingers tightened further, the edge of the knife pressing more forcefully against his throat. With a roar of pure anger, he shouted, "I said, get the hell away from me!"Ben finally raised his hands in mock surrender, his tone softening. "Alright, I'll step back. If you want to leave, I'll let you go. Just stop backing up toward the e
"Why are you here?" Dean managed to push Dr. Parker's hand away with the last of his strength, his voice hoarse and sharp. His eyes were filled with suspicion and confusion. "Why are you helping me?"Dr. Parker paused at the question, then let out a bitter smile. "Dean, they’re about to catch up. Do you really want to stay here and ask me questions?""Answer me!" Dean gritted his teeth, his voice trembling with anger. Everything that had happened today left him filled with distrust towards everyone. His mind echoed with Shawn's betrayal, Ben's threats, and the humiliation and despair he had just endured.Dr. Parker sighed; his voice steady but tinged with a hint of resignation. "Fine, I'll tell you. After I finished the report, I immediately handed it over to Mr. Hansley, but he didn’t look at it, and I was getting frantic. Then I heard that a good friend of mine was coming to this party tonight, and I had this terrible feeling, so I followed. As soon as I got here, I saw you being ca
Dean's mind was drawn into a whirlpool of memories. Chen's face appeared before him, that gentle and passionate man. He recalled the happiness and contentment he felt when he was with Chen, a pure connection so profound it nearly made him forget all his pain.His thoughts then shifted to Damon. Despite Damon’s domineering and forceful nature, there were those rare, tender moments when Dean couldn’t help but feel an extraordinary sense of peace and reassurance.Yet at that moment, an unexpected image invaded his mind—Shawn. The very person who had once plunged him into the depths of despair now appeared in his memories, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead, his eyes carrying a faint trace of tenderness.“Why?” Dean murmured to himself; filled with confusion. He couldn’t understand why Shawn would surface in his thoughts at a moment like this, unbidden and inexplicable.The man in the car glanced at him, as if sensing his inner turmoil, but chose to remain silent. He simply carried on
This strange sensation began to erode the defenses within Dean, slowly weakening his resolve. His vision was taken away, and with it, his other senses grew acutely heightened, every touch, every breath, intensifying the experience. Each kiss seemed to magnify the sensation tenfold, sending jolts of electricity through his nerves, as though every touch was a spark igniting something within him.Dean struggled to remind himself not to be deceived by this feigned gentleness, trying to hold onto the walls he had built around himself, but as those nauseating memories were slowly replaced, his body seemed to relax, inch by inch, despite the resistance in his mind. He unconsciously let out a quiet gasp, then quickly bit his lip, attempting to suppress his reaction, struggling to regain control."Okay, this side's clean now." The man suddenly stopped, lifting his head to speak. He took hold of Dean's hand, guiding him to touch the spot where his lips had just been, he asked softly, "Feel it f
Dean snapped back to reality, only to realize that he hadn't been given a chance to respond. The man seized his arm with such strength that it effortlessly drew him closer, pulling him into his grasp and that hand showed no hesitation whatsoever, firmly holding him in place, began moving him up and down, to continue the previous intimacy.It was as though time itself came to a standstill in that moment. The air in the car thickened, and the rhythm of breathing grew frantic and disordered. Dean could feel every second tugging at the edges of his sanity. His body seemed to have lost all strength to resist, whether it was resisting the man before him or the growing desire within himself, he could no longer control either.The atmosphere inside the car seemed to have transformed entirely; everything outside had blurred into a haze, leaving only the man's hand in sharp focus, only the sound of his own breath, heavy and uneven, and only the overwhelming force of the collision, continuously
"Yes, but you can take your time," Ted said gently. He didn’t push or hurry him, merely supporting him as they walked into the villa, their steps unhurried yet resolute. Though Dean was fully aware that today marked the beginning of yet another chapter of confinement, at this moment, Ted offered him a rare kind of warmth—the rarest type of warmth before pain.Dean obediently stood, though his leg still throbbed faintly from the earlier wound. He made no sign of discomfort, his resolve already steeled—he knew this moment was inevitable.With Ted leading the way, they arrived at the entrance to the basement. The heavy iron door loomed before him once again, and, as always, its presence felt like staring into an abyss, pulling him into darkness."Boss is inside. Go in when you're ready," Ted said, his tone brimming with heartfelt sorrow, his eyes filled with boundless care for Dean.Dean took a deep breath, his heart sinking as though it had been plunged into the depths of the ocean. In
As he stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes immediately landed on the bed in the center of the room. The white sheets, the soft pillows—what should have been a place of comfort now felt like an abyss, pulling him back into the memories of shame and helplessness. His throat tightened, and even breathing became a struggle.He instinctively took two steps back, his eyes fixed on the bed. He tried to convince himself that it was just an ordinary bed, but Ben's voice echoed in his mind once more: “One could even say that as long as there’s a place for you to lie down, that's all that matters because all you need to do is lie there, while the rest, men will do for you.” The words clung to him like a relentless curse, leaving him no way to escape.Dean felt a tightness in his chest, as though a massive weight were pressing down on him. He turned to look around the room, searching for a place to hide, but every corner seemed to carry the same dark shadow. He picked up the pillow, glancing aro
As they drove, Dean couldn’t help but guess their destination. Greg wouldn’t have called him out without a reason—there had to be something special planned. But no matter how much he thought about it, Greg remained tight-lipped, offering no clues, and even went so far as to blindfold him.It wasn’t until the car stopped that Greg’s hand gently covered his face, his voice a whisper in his ear. "Don’t rush. When we get there, I’ll let you see."In the darkness, his senses heightened. Greg’s fingertips carried that familiar warmth, and his voice, low and steady, made Dean’s heartbeat quicken ever so slightly.Greg led him forward, his steps steady and unwavering, carrying an unspoken gravity. They passed through a narrow corridor, climbed a few stairs, and then descended several slopes. Throughout it all, Greg never let go of his hand. The warmth of his palm brought a sense of quiet reassurance to Dean."Where exactly are you taking me?" Dean finally couldn’t hold back.Greg chuckled sof
Shawn chuckled softly, his voice low and warm. "There are several orphanages nearby. Today, the children will gather in the hall for a small event. I thought I'd make some food for them. Would you be willing to help?"Dean’s heart jolted at his words.The disappointment he had felt just moments ago was now replaced by a deep sense of shame.It turned out that Shawn hadn’t brought him here for romance or excitement, but for these children.Of course, he would help. Without hesitation, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing the veins running clearly along his forearms, and answered with sincerity, "Of course."In the kitchen, the steam rose, the crackling sound of the fire filled the air, and the scent of food gradually began to drift around them.Shawn took charge of the meat, his knife moving swiftly and decisively, cutting with precision. Dean focused on the vegetables, washing, chopping, and carefully selecting the seasonings, making sure every detail was perfect.At times, they worked
The same deserted island they had once visited together.As the sea breeze swept across the deck, Dean stood at the railing of the cruise ship, watching the familiar island gradually emerge from the horizon. He froze, unable to look away."Do you remember this place?"Chen stood beside him, his tone soft but with a hint of hidden anticipation.Dean turned his head slightly, glancing at the man next to him. Under the night sky, Chen’s profile appeared particularly gentle, but the glint in his eyes held a playful, tender warmth that was uniquely his."Of course I remember," Dean replied with a light laugh. "But... why bring me here?""You'll understand once we set foot on the island," Chen said with a mysterious smile. "Don't worry, it won’t be as chaotic as last time."Dean raised an eyebrow, curiosity growing in his chest.As soon as his feet touched the island, he realized that things had quietly changed.Though the island still retained its untouched, natural beauty, there were now
Dean froze in place."Hey! How could you just leave like that?! What am I supposed to do?!"He tried to shout at Damon, but the man didn’t even look back, vanishing quickly down the slope.Frustrated, Dean stomped his foot. But the snow wasn’t kind enough to let him act on impulse. With a resigned sigh, he steeled himself and began making his way down the mountain, slowly and cautiously.True to form, he ended up falling several times, his backside almost sore from the repeated tumbles. By the time he finally reached the base of the mountain, he was fuming, ready to catch Damon and give him a good scolding.But when he looked up, everything changed.The snow-covered landscape, once barren and untouched, had been transformed into a dreamlike wedding venue.A deep crimson velvet carpet stretched across the white snow, flanked by golden candelabras and pure white roses. Warm light illuminated the scene, casting a soft, sacred glow across the entire place.And standing at the center of it
He had completely forgotten one thing—these four men were not the type to play by the rules!Before the plan even began, they united to scrap it completely."I don’t accept this three-month rotation business. I want to see him every day," Damon said confidently."Me too," Chen agreed without hesitation."Exactly, three months? Are you kidding me? We're not in a long-distance relationship," Shawn scoffed.Greg crossed his arms and added lazily, "And who can guarantee there won’t be any 'accidents' during those three months? If one of us does something to Dean, the other three will be disadvantaged."Dean was speechless, "...???"Weren't you the ones who came up with this plan?And now you're all in agreement to completely scrap it?But reality turned out to be even more absurd than Dean had imagined—Not only did they not rotate, but all four of them stayed.They immediately offloaded all the affairs of their gangs onto their subordinates and stayed by Dean's side every day, without a
But at that moment, his heart felt more at peace than ever before.Once the four of them were settled back in bed, Dean stood by their side, looking at each of them—still battered and bruised. Though they could speak and laugh, their faces were pale, their weakness evident, and it made his heart ache.He let out a soft sigh and was about to find a place to sit and rest for a moment when a familiar set of footsteps echoed from the doorway.Leo and Ted had arrived, followed by Linda and Tara."My dear little brother, are you alright?" Linda walked straight in, her gaze immediately scanning Dean, her eyes filled with concern.Dean flashed her a reassuring smile and shook his head lightly. “I’m fine. They protected me.”Tara’s eyes swept over the room, landing on the four men in bed, and she couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow. “I can tell. But you need to eat and rest too.”As she spoke, she pulled out a bowl of porridge from the thermos bag she was holding and handed it to Dean.Dean bli
Dean pressed his lips together, his eyes cast down, a faint, rueful smile tugging at his expression. “I just feel... a little greedy. And... I’m sorry for them.”The Messenger’s fingers lightly tapped on the desk, a sound that felt like both a reminder and an awakening. “Didn’t they say they don’t mind?”Dean fell silent for a moment, then gave a helpless smile. “But I’m supposed to be a decent man.”At his words, the Messenger let out a light chuckle. “Seems like you still don’t understand.”Dean looked up in confusion. “Understand what?”The Messenger’s smile faded, and his gaze grew intense as if he were peering into the depths of Dean’s soul. “Why are they all part of the mafia?”Dean froze, his breath momentarily catching in his chest.He had never truly thought about that question before.Why weren’t they ordinary people? Why weren’t they doctors, lawyers, professors, or even just regular businessmen?Why, of all things, were they in the mafia?Dean opened his mouth, but no word
Chen paused for a moment, then spoke in a low, steady voice. "Shawn wasn’t a coward. He knew the final blow would be the hardest, so he let us take the first hits."Greg picked up where he had left off, his voice calm but carrying a weight of its own. "He even predicted how Ricky would plan things. That’s why he made preparations on our way there."Dean’s pupils constricted slightly, and his mind buzzed with confusion.He remembered the blood, the agonizing screams—the ten shots Greg had taken, the hundred blows Damon had endured, the thousand punches and kicks Chen had absorbed.He even recalled the image of Shawn being dragged behind the motorcycle, the blood and flesh grinding into the pavement, leaving a glaring, gruesome trail.If what they said was true, then what about Shawn?What kind of resolve had he carried to endure all of this?As Dean’s thoughts spiraled into chaos, a cool hand slowly rested on the back of his hand.Dean snapped out of his reverie, looking down in surpri
Chen’s vision was still blurry, but he tried to focus. When he finally saw Dean clearly, a barely perceptible smile curved his lips. His voice was so weak, it was almost like a whispering breeze. “...Are you crying?”Dean sucked in a sharp breath, quickly wiping the moisture from the corner of his eye. He shook his head. “No... not at all...”Chen let out a soft chuckle, a hint of weary affection in his eyes. “You little fool.”Dean’s nose tingled, and he quickly lowered his head to pour water, trying to hide the overwhelming emotions that were about to break free.But just as he was handing the water to Chen, a muffled groan suddenly came from the other bed in the room.Dean’s head snapped around, and sure enough, he saw Damon’s fingers twitch slightly, his brow furrowed.“Damon!” Dean rushed over, his steps quickening. One moment, he was tending to Chen, and the next, he was kneeling at Damon’s bedside, his eyes filled with urgent concern.Damon slowly opened his eyes, his gaze daze