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Since my story, The Last Warrior, has practically no one read, I'll let this story rest for now.


And with the IAMA story I don't get any further either. I would be very grateful for any help.


Well I have no choice but to publish this Sory, it's been a while since I screamed it, but it doesn't matter.




Before I forget, many thanks to silver


who was the only one with vegetation and Taman who read the 6th part of the continuation rom of me


@Vegetation


You were not meant by that, sorry if you felt attacked.










So have fun reading




He started into the endless expanse of space, knowing that somewhere in this endless blackness someone loved and missed him, but he would not see her again anytime soon.




The drug that was administered to him daily showed its effect, the feeling of helplessness and weakness slowly set in.

The door of the room opened and a well-built middle-aged man stepped inside.


"Well how are we today?"


"…………"


"You shouldn't always take everything so seriously, Sayan."


"How often should I tell you not to call me that?"


"But, but. Are we a little irritated today?"


He stepped closer to Sayan.


"You think of your family! Why don't you just forget them? What can this piece of filth give you?"


As he spoke, he stroked his neck gently.


Sayan had to control himself not to turn around and yell at him anger Endbrand. That would have had dire consequences.


"Why me Auron, why me?"


His voice was clear and sad.


Auron put his arms around his waist and pulled him closer.


"Why not you?"


He was too weak to fight back. With the thoughts of his beloved wife, he let go of everything.





A few hours later, Auron had already left, he was standing in the shower, he always felt like a piece of dirt, and hoped to get rid of some of it. The shower and the sink were smeared with blood, as was the varnish on his bed.


The service girl who was responsible for him changed his bandages and that of his lacquer without saying a single sound, every word seemed out of place here.








In the middle of the night one could hear a cry from the room, the Sayajin's coming,


the guards who stormed into the room saw him lying in his blood.


He was still breathing- a doctor was called as quickly as possible




When he woke up he didn't dare to open his eyes.


(Please if there is a god just let it be a nightmare and let me wake up in my bed next to my lover!)


But when he opened his eyes silent tears ran down his face.

He is still in hell, a hell without flames, but the incarnate devil stood next to him on his sick bed. A devil without horns, Auron


He couldn't believe it, not even the dead was granted to him.


Auron was about to say something when he turned his face to the wall.


He kissed his forehead and left the room.




The days passed and passed again, Sayan was able to go back to his room.


He was just standing at his window and dreaming to himself.


"I can see you're feeling better."


He turned around hastily


(how did he get in here, i didn't hear anything?)


After a few minutes he recovered.


"I just wanted to see how you are.


"Now you know, so leave me alone."


"Did we get up on the wrong foot again today?


Well, I expect a little more respect for me afterwards, as you probably already know, I expect a visit, you will definitely remember Darken. "

(Yes, and how I remember him, all too well.)


Sayan looked at the fine scar that ran down his arm.




"Well, he's looking forward to seeing you again, and I expect you to wear that."


Auron pointed to a pile of laundry on the bed.


Sayan just nodded, whereupon Auron walked up to him and kissed him. The older man's tongue worked its way into his mouth.


The nausea rose inside him and the metallic taste of blood spread to his mouth.




When Auron was gone he took a closer look at his clothes.


It consisted of tight-fitting black pants,


a black top and a long snowy white coat.




After getting dressed, went back to the window and indulged in his thoughts, he felt a deep stabbing pain when he thought of her,


how much he would like to feel her hugging her, but couldn't and wasn't allowed to.

He had sold himself, he could still remember it well, as if it had only been yesterday, but that was two years ago. But he couldn't forget her, sometimes, at night, he had the feeling that she was lying next to him and sleeping, but it was always just an illusion that the drug fooled him into.


He had stopped his escape attempts a year ago, they failed again and again, and the guard on duty was punished for him with torture and death.


If only it wasn't for that damn drug that made him weak, he could have killed Auron Locker, but it shouldn't be.


Slowly he made himself to Auron, he went extra slowly to embarrass him.


A young man, he estimated him to be around eighteen, ran stormily past him, but turned back to him,


He had shoulder-length white hair and was incredibly handsome for a boy his age, he mumbled something and hurried on.



He was there, he knew that when he opened the door he would have the two people he hated most in front of him. After a moment's hesitation, he opened the door and felt a knock in the neck at the same time.


The blackness spread so quickly before his eyes that he could no longer react. But he still felt that he was caught before he finally lost consciousness.




Slowly but surely he regained consciousness, the bright light blinded him and caused a sharp pain in his head when he opened his eyes.


The air smelled sweet, too sweet for his taste.


He closed his eyes again, watching the light blinded him.


He felt how two hands took off his shirt and stroked his muscular torso with repulsive tenderness.


One of the hands slowly slid to the back of his neck and cupped him, the other brushed his face.


Suddenly he was pulled forward, the comb so suddenly that he had opened his mouth a little bit in shock.

The stranger pressed his head against hers and he felt a stranger's tongue making its way into his mouth.




When he had recovered from the initial shock, he pushed the person away and opened his eyes.


The room was now darkened, candles standing around everywhere gave off weak light.


In one corner of the room, Auron was busy with the boy who had passed him.


The boy seemed to have to go through this totur for the first time, he looked shy, scared and Auron seemed to enjoy the boy's fear.




A hand gently stroked his neck.


He had almost forgotten about it.


"It's been a long time since the two of us had fun together."


"Unfortunately you are no longer in my service, but Auron certainly doesn't mind if I use you!"


He knew this voice only too well, it was owned by Darken and he had already made use of it very often, as he liked to say it.



With that, he pulled him back and pushed Sayan to the ground.


When Darken wanted to kiss him, Sayan turned his face to the side, and pushed him to the side with all his strength, which was very little due to the drugs he was taking.




When Auron noticed the resistance, he let go of the boy, who was very grateful for it, saw what had happened and after a few minutes joined them.


The boy admired Sayan's courage that he resisted.


But after a few blows in the face and stomach, his last resistance was broken.


They pushed him to the ground, which he didn't seem to like at all.


Auron massaged his upper body and slid deeper and deeper, he didn't bother to open his pants but just tore them open.


Darken, who had Sayan's head in his shot, also took off his clothes.




But Sayan didn't care, his thoughts and glances were directed at the boy who was still sitting frightened in the corner.

He wanted to get up to help him


He couldn't understand, he didn't want to understand what was going on in front of his eyes.


But Sayan just shook his head and looked into his ice blue eyes, when their eyes met, he sank into Sayan's black eyes.


These unfathomable beautiful eyes, sadness and pain were to be found in them, but also the love for a long-lost person …….






After a few hours, Auron and Darken had already left, Sayan was still exhausted on the floor.


His body was covered with bruises, his limbs ached and he found it difficult to breathe.




But he got up, he wanted to get away, just get away from here. But when he wanted to step through the door his strength ran out and he collapsed in pain.


He felt a hand on his shoulder.


The boy helped him up and supported him.


Sayan accepted the help gratefully but in silence.They walked down the aisle together.




And for the first time in over two years he felt something like happiness, he noticed how a single silent tear ran down the boy's face, but it wasn't sadness.


He wasn't alone anymore, he had a friend who had gone through hell for him




When they got to his room, Sayan lay down in his bed and fell asleep,


when he woke up, his body was cleansed and his wounds tended.


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