LOGINAdrian laughed. "Hey, I'm not going to kill myself, Ethan. I'm not that desperate.""But you—""I wanted to relieve stress. I scrubbed these disgusting hickeys, but they're stubborn and I'm so tired, so I took a sleep in this bathtub."Ethan sat on the floor beside the bathtub, resting his forehead on the black granite rim.For the past few days, his sanity had nearly vanished from the pressure of constant worry and confusion over Adrian's condition.Adrian touched Ethan's hair. "Ethan, will you help me?"Ethan lifted his head. "You know I would have done it without you even asking."Adrian nodded and stood up from the tub, then stepped out of it.Ethan looked up, swallowing hard.The marks from that wicked man's bites and hickeys were still visible, though not as clearly as before, on Adrian's white, smooth, porcelain skin.His tall, slender figure, with well-defined muscles, not the result of deliberate training, but rather the result of daily hard work, looked captivating with the
Adrian opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, catching the scent of disinfectant and a faint hint of artificial lavender.His hands were numb, but they felt warm and moist.He turned his head and caught a strand of messy black hair at the side of his waist, from the head of someone sleeping in an uncomfortable-looking sitting position.His hand was in the sleeping person's."Ethan," Adrian whispered, wiggling his fingers in Ethan's. "Ethan, are you asleep?"Ethan sat up immediately, but his face looked confused. He stared at his hand, then his eyes shifted to Adrian, and he nearly jumped up, hugging the startled Adrian."You're awake," Ethan said hoarsely. "You're finally awake. Oh baby, you're finally awake."Ethan broke the hug and stared intently at Adrian, then reached out and touched Adrian's cheek."And you're not crying," Ethan murmured. There was a hint of relief in his voice this time.Adrian's face was impassive as he shifted to sit up in bed. He crossed his legs a
"That, that, that guy is very suspicious!" Kim Joon pointed at the screen, at the image of a man wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. "Look!""You're right," Tom said angrily. "It's strange, someone watching an ice hockey game wearing all black, with a mask, a hat, and sunglasses.""Wait a minute," Jeffrey said. He paused the video and typed on the keyboard, zooming in on the person he was pointing at and making the footage clearer."He looks middle-aged," Tom said. "We can't see his facial features clearly. This was so blurred." Jeffrey fast-forwarded the video, and his two friends exclaimed when they saw that, after the game, the man remained seated in his chair, his face facing the team gathered on the sidelines.Then, they saw the man sneak behind the last row of seats."He's hiding behind the back seat," Tom said. "He's probably waiting for an opportunity to ambush Adrian!"Jeffrey slammed his fist on the table in frustration. "Ah, he's nowhere to be seen after that!""There
"The wound on his shoulder is quite serious. The nail was rusty, and it seems the impact and friction while it was still embedded in Adrian's shoulder widened it," said Doctor Victor. "Not to mention the multiple bite wounds and hickeys that caused bruising. I gave him a tetanus shot just in case."Ethan clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His teeth chattered and his eyes turned silver.Coach Joe squeezed Ethan's shoulder gently. "We're going to find out who hurt Adrian."Doctor Victor sighed. He wanted to say something, but seeing Ethan's demeanor, he hesitated."What else, Doctor?" Ethan asked in a low voice. "What else is Adrian injured?"Doctor Victor stared at Ethan for a moment, then turned to Coach Joe, who gave him a slow nod."I'm certain what Adrian experienced tonight was an attempted rape," said Doctor Victor. "What I'm most worried about is Adrian's mental state. He must be in deep shock."Ethan combed his hair back with both hands and cupped his
The shadow of a giant, silver-furred wolf enveloped Ethan, who stood towering in the middle of the tool shed.A piercing chill surrounded Ethan, forcing Coach Joe to take three steps back."He's here," Erl growled. "Panic. Scared. Confused.""I know. The vanilla scent is bitter," Ethan replied. "And there's another, foul scent around him.""Ethan," Coach Joe called, pointing to the floor of the shed. "Blood. From two different people. Look!"Ethan looked at the floor.There were two trails of blood visible on the cement floor.The lighter trail wasn't very long, and at its end formed a small, random island.Coach Joe followed the darker trail. It was smeared on the wall and dripped down to the door of the shed."Ethan, I think someone got hurt, hit by this nail," Coach Joe said, pointing to a nail in the wall.The darkening of the blood and the gray color of the wall obscured the nail, which protruded only slightly from the wall.Ethan brought his nose to the nail and frowned. Then he
He was seized by a full-blown panic attack. His entire body felt stiff and cold, while sweat poured down his forehead, armpits, and back. His heart was beating faster than normal, and his face was as white as paper.The man in front of him grinned, then bent down and grabbed Adrian by the collar of his shirt, forcing him to his feet and pushing him into the warehouse, kicking the door closed with one foot.The sound of the heavy warehouse door closing made Adrian blink rapidly, his previously blank eyes now filled with horror."So you're hiding here," the middle-aged man with thick beards hissed sharply. "Very clever, bitch!" The scent of stale alcohol, low-grade tobacco, and bitter sweat made Adrian's stomach acid churn, and he had to hold back his breath until his throat burned, preventing him from vomiting.Adrian thought he had forgotten all about this bad mixture of scents. There was Ethan's scent, which always made him feel calm, comfortable, and safe.However, it turned out to



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