LOGINLiak’s POVI wake to the soft sounds of the house. From the living room I see Hunter on the sofa, focused on his phone screen or on papers, organizing our day. I go to the kitchen and eat breakfast in silence. Little by little I feel my strength returning. The food, the rest, and his presence have been giving firmness back to my body.When I finish, I walk to the living room. He looks at me and says we’re going out. I go to the bedroom to change. I put on the clothes he gave me. They fit better now; I no longer feel the weakness of before weighing on my posture. When I return to the living room, I catch Hunter watching me intently. Noticing his attention on me makes me smile at the corner of my mouth, an involuntary gesture I can’t hide.He takes me to a medical clinic. The place is calm and the doctor seems to be a trusted friend of his. He gives me a sense of reserve, with no inquisitive looks or unnecessary questions, which I notice makes Hunter comfortable. I go through the necess
Liak’s POVI woke from my nap feeling a little more restored. The new, clean bed was an absurd contrast to the concrete slab of the cells and the worn mattress in Tropheia. I took a long shower, letting the hot water wash away the dust of the flight and the tension of the journey. I picked up the small dictionary from the nightstand my only safe harbor in that place and rehearsed the English sentence several times before gathering the courage. I wanted to show Hunter that I wasn’t a useless burden, that I could help.When I reached the kitchen doorway, I saw Hunter focused in front of the stove, stirring a pot of red sauce. I leaned against the wall and said, pausing slightly between each word so I wouldn’t mess up the pronunciation:“Do you need help?”Seeing the surprised smile that formed on his lips gave me a strange sense of relief and a sudden warmth in my chest. Making that tough man smile felt like a small daily victory. He pointed to the tomatoes on the counter. I went to the
Liak’s POVThe smell of alcohol hung thick in the air when I heard him shut the door with a heavy thud. I wasn’t really asleep just sunk in that hazy state where the body’s exhaustion fights the mind’s stubborn wakefulness.I felt the mattress dip. His breathing was dense, hot, and heavy with the sharp scent of whiskey. When he leaned in and pressed his face against the back of my neck, the heat of his body cut straight through the blanket. My heart slammed against my ribs. I stayed completely still, carefully controlling my breathing so he would think I was still unconscious.His presence so close was a suffocating mix of threat and comfort. For a moment I felt the full weight of his body against mine and sensed the rigid tension that held him. I didn’t move a single muscle. I just lay there in the dark, listening to his breathing until the silence settled and sleep finally claimed me.When I woke to the first rays of light, he was no longer beside me. I saw him across the room, movi
Liak’s POVWhen I finished typing and handed it over, I noticed something strange. Hunter looked visibly sad. He wasn’t sad for me, but rather because he deeply understood. It was as if he knew that exact feeling of abandonment somehow in his own life. It was in that quiet moment that I realized he also carried deep wounds wounds I still didn’t know about, wounds I might never truly know. For the rest of the long day, we stayed confined to the small room, waiting for updates. Hunter went out occasionally to check the situation on the streets, and every single time he left, I found myself watching the door. Waiting. Counting the agonizing minutes. Listening intently for footsteps in the hallway. Until he came back. When he finally returned, a part of my body immediately relaxed, as if my flesh had already decided that this man meant safety, even if my rational mind still tried to deny it. That night, while watching Hunter work quietly in front of the computer, I finally understoo
Liak’s POVFor a few quiet seconds, I remained completely still, staring blankly up at the ceiling, trying to understand where I was. That heavy feeling of confusion had become far too common ever since the kidnapping. For a brief, deceptive moment, my mind always believed I was back in my old, normal life. Then, reality slowly emerged from the shadows, bringing with it all the traumatic memories I tried so hard to forget. The laboratory. The drugs. The escape. Hunter. My gaze automatically moved to the other bed in the room. It was empty. An immediate, icy chill ran straight through my body. I sat up so quickly that I felt a sudden wave of dizziness wash over me. The room was entirely silent. The bathroom was empty. The front door was closed. My heart started racing inside my chest. It was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. I had survived entirely alone for months in a cell. Before all of this happened, I had lived twenty-something years without even knowing Hunter existed. S
Liak’s POVI watched attentively as he handed a watch over to the driver as payment. Even without understanding the words spoken between them, I realized that specific watch was deeply important to him. I saw the way his fingers lingered on the metal for a fraction of a second before letting it go. I saw the brief, unmistakable flash of sadness in his eyes. And in that moment, I understood. The watch carried an immense sentimental value. Even so, he gave it up without a single hesitation. He did it for us. For the escape. For our survival. During the ride, I kept my eyes fixed outside the window. Every kilometer we traveled increased the haunting feeling that I was leaving something major behind. It wasn’t just the physical laboratory I was moving away from; it was the entire person I had been before the kidnapping. The truth was that I no longer knew who I was anymore. I was just someone trying to survive to see the next day. When we finally arrived at our destination, Hunter l
I walked a short distance and saw that the two soldiers we had left on guard were down, along with one more enemy. I moved further out and found a similar scene outside: five enemy soldiers and our four men dead. Davis was still twitching in agony. I approached him and he grabbed my uniform, gasp
"You should have stayed in command." Davis glances at Claude, and both quickly look from me to Henderson, who keeps a stern face, as if focused solely on the mission ahead. He is in command of the mission, and that’s how it’s going to stay even though he knows most of those present would have cho
I opened the backpack and showed him the set of clothes I had brought. He looked at them attentively, but I couldn’t dress him with the handcuffs on. I took out the keys I had taken from the laboratory, showed them to him, and said: “I can open these, but you have to promise me you won’t run away
In later videos, the same woman in the white coat repeats what she did before, stroking him, and then slaps his cock hard, making him cum instantly. I feel slightly unsettled watching it. They laugh at something and inject more of the liquid into his vein. In the following videos, I see them fitt







