All Chapters of The Commander’s Dark Desire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Liak’s POV Pain was the only constant, an unrelenting gear that never stopped turning. There were moments when I naively believed I had reached the absolute limit of what the human body and mind could endure, but the men in that place always found a new way to prove me wrong, refining the suffering with an almost surgical cruelty. I lost track of time so long ago that days, weeks, and months collapsed into a single, eternal nightmare under the harsh white light of that laboratory. The penetrating smell of chemicals seemed embedded in my own skin, mixing with the constant echo of distant voices doctors debating technical terms, soldiers exchanging obscene jokes, and men in suits who stared at me through the glass as if I were little more than an exotic specimen about to be discarded. My name was Liak Vassiliev, I repeated those two words like a silent, desperate mantra, the last fragment of identity I clung to so I wouldn’t completely disappear into the fog of pain that tried to e

Liak’s POV I braced myself, expecting the worst, but nothing happened. Instead of hurting or threatening me, the soldier simply opened his tactical backpack and began taking out supplies. There was water, food, clothes, medical itemsjust normal things. Human things. Ironically, seeing those ordinary objects made me far more nervous than any direct threat ever could. My mind was so conditioned to cruelty that I simply didn’t know how to react to kindness. I had completely forgotten what it felt like to be treated with a shred of humanity. At one point, he gestured toward a side room that appeared to have been an old locker room. He made clear, deliberate motions indicating water and a bath. It took my overwhelmed brain a few seconds to fully understand what he was offering. A bath. As the realization hit me, my heart tightened painfully in my chest. Panic swelled inside me because I didn't want to take off my clothes. I desperately didn't want anyone especially another s

Liak’s POV When Hunter finally looked back at me after destroying the radio, I braced myself for an explosion, but I saw something I completely wasn’t expecting. It wasn’t hatred burning in his eyes. It was disappointment a deep, bitter, and crushing disappointment. That look hurt me far more than any cruel insult ever would have. It cut right through me because I knew exactly what it felt like to be cast aside and discarded by the very people who were supposed to care about you. Unable to face the wreckage of his broken radio or the crushing reality of our situation, Hunter left the building shortly after. He probably just needed to be alone to process the betrayal. Left behind in the heavy quiet, I remained seated on the mattress, staring blankly at the door for long, agonizing minutes. A part of me desperately wanted to stand up and go after him, to offer some kind of comfort. But another, more cautious part reminded me that I barely even knew this man. In the end, I stayed r

Liak’s POV The deep darkness of the night should have brought me a sense of relief. For months, the cover of night had been the only thing capable of hiding my endless suffering from other people’s eyes. Back when the lights finally dimmed in that horrific laboratory, I could pretend for a few fleeting minutes that I was somewhere else entirely. I could tell myself that I hadn’t been kidnapped, that my life still belonged to me. But tonight, the darkness felt fundamentally different. It carried an undeniable danger. Every shadow shifting in the trees could hide an enemy. Every sudden noise could reveal our position to the hunters. Every single step we took into the unknown could easily be our last. Still, despite the terror, I walked right behind Hunter without a single word of complaint. I was tired. Beyond exhausted. But for the very first time, that crushing exhaustion actually had a purpose. We were escaping. The forest around us seemed completely endless. Sharp branches r

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