"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
The sky was overcast, with gray clouds hanging low, as if adding a somber weight to this sorrowful day. A fine mist of rain fell gently, blurring the distant outlines of the mountains and settling upon the newly laid grass. The funeral procession stood quietly around the grave, each face etched with grief. Black umbrellas bloomed like a sea of darkness beneath the drizzling rain. The coffin was slowly lowered into the earth, and those dressed in somber black bowed their heads in silent prayer.The officiant's voice was soft and mournful, resonating in the stillness of the cemetery as he spoke of Noah Leslie's brief but illustrious life. His name had once been a legend in the business world, a self-made man who built a vast empire from the ground up. Yet today, the man who had once stood invincible now lay quietly in the coffin, a mere part of the past.Noah’s spirit stood silently to the side, watching it all unfold. He saw his wife, Kate Leslie, overcome with grief, her eyes swollen
He struggled, reaching out, desperate to hold onto something—anything—but his hands grasped only air, futilely waving in the emptiness. A cold, creeping chill began to crawl up his spine, sending shivers of dread through his body. His consciousness grew foggy, as though a thick mist was slowly clouding his thoughts, making it harder and harder to focus. The only sensation that remained sharp was a deep, gnawing fear, as if an endless abyss was drawing near, a chasm with no way out.As the darkness spread around him, Noah felt his mind begin to unravel. His limbs grew heavy, as though weighed down by invisible chains, his body sinking into an endless mire where movement was impossible. He could feel the crushing force of something far greater than himself, a relentless tide pushing him toward an unknown, bottomless void. Fear gripped him like a serpent, coiling tighter with every passing second, deepening his sense of helpless despair.Just as his consciousness seemed to slip into the
Noah began to outline the things he needed to learn and understand: Dean’s job responsibilities, the workings of the law firm, the background of his colleagues and superiors. He also jotted down personal matters to address, like managing relationships with family and friends and finding a balance between work and life. When he finished, he felt a slight sense of calm. Closing the notebook, he picked up his coffee and savored it slowly. The bittersweet flavor grounded him, a tangible reminder that this was no dream but a new reality he had to face head-on. Returning to the apartment, Noah once again examined Dean’s records, repeatedly reviewing his educational background, work experience, and social connections. He discovered that Dean was incredibly disciplined and hardworking, excelling academically throughout his life. In university, Dean had earned multiple scholarships and honors, and his involvement in legal projects had already given him a foothold in the field. Despite his yo
"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
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
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'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
"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
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
"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
Dean slowly opened his eyes, his mind clouded as if submerged in a dense fog. He looked around, realizing he was lying in an unfamiliar room. Unlike a hotel, the space was simple yet elegant, but more like a cozy bedroom in a private home. The wooden furniture carried a slightly aged feel, but it was well-kept and comfortable. A few landscape paintings on the walls added a touch of liveliness to the otherwise tranquil atmosphere.A faint scent of perfume lingered in the air, mixed with the heavier, more masculine scent of cologne. It made Dean feel uneasy, a strange sense of discomfort creeping through him. He blinked rapidly, struggling to clear his foggy mind and make sense of his surroundings."Where am I?" Dean's voice was weak as he pushed himself up, his body trembling with the lingering effects of the drug, making his movements sluggish and uncoordinated. He tried to piece together the fragments of what had happened before—Shawn giving him that drink, the loss of consciousness
Just as he clung desperately to the faintest glimmer of hope in the final moments, a sudden, crisp knock echoed from the door. The sound shattered the oppressive stillness of the room, sending Dean’s heart into a wild, pounding rhythm.He hurried toward the door, his steps urgent and almost frantic, driven by an uncontrollable need to confront whatever lay on the other side. A flicker of disbelief lingered in his mind—could it be the salvation he so desperately sought, waiting just beyond this threshold?As the door swung open, there stood Ted, his face adorned with that familiar nonchalant, almost indifferent expression. Dean’s eyes locked onto him, a nervous tension gripping his every muscle. He clung to the faintest thread of hope, his voice trembling ever so slightly as he spoke. “We don’t have to go to the party, right?” His question carried a fragile optimism as if the salvation he had been yearning for might finally arrive at this very moment, hanging on the next words to fall