Chapter 53 Nightmare or Past Life
"Hahaha... resisting only makes you more beautiful, little beauty." He forced Ethan into a rough kiss, one hand gripping him tightly, the other pressing his jaw to force Ethan's mouth open. Seizing the opportunity, he plunged his tongue into Ethan's mouth, invading every corner.
Disgusted, Ethan summoned all his strength to bite down hard on the man's tongue, shoving him away. "Get lost!"
Interrupted unexpectedly, the dimpled man pulled back in pain, wiping blood from his mouth and snarling, "You filthy whore, you dare bite me?!" He slapped Ethan hard across the face twice: "Smack! Smack!" The blows sent Ethan crashing to the floor, his cheeks immediately swelling with the imprint of five fingers. Dizzy, he tried to open his eyes, but his vision was blurring.
"Quite the prize indeed, even his kiss has a hefty price," the man with the high forehead commented with amusement.
Lucian smirked, watching Ethan. "Pour more wine for him!"
Immediately, the man with the crimson mole approached Ethan, grabbed his hair, yanking his head back. His eyes flashed with a menacing glint, bloodshot. "Daring to bite my brother, are we? Tired of living, little whore?" He shoved a wine jug against Ethan’s lips, growling, "Open wide!"
Ethan’s throat burned like it was on fire, his head spinning, body limp. Unable to resist, he helplessly swallowed the fiery wine forced into his mouth.
"Cough... cough..." Each gulp felt like it was tearing his throat apart, and he coughed violently in pain.
When the jug was finally empty, the man released Ethan, who was now entirely subdued by the wine, his arms hanging weakly at his sides.
The man with the crimson mole lifted Ethan’s chin, looking into Ethan’s half-closed, flushed eyes with a twisted smile. "Look at you… those seductive eyes… I can see how much you crave men, filthy whore!" His eyes glistened with a ravenous gaze. "I really wonder what it feels like to fuck a prince of Aria? Will it feel better than those prisoners from Whitewater we brought back last time?"
"There's only one way to find out," Lucian smirked.
As soon as he finished speaking, the man with the crimson mole eagerly fingered Ethan Caelan's clothing, beginning to strip him layer by layer. His hands slid inside, caressing Ethan's body.
Even in his hazy stupor, Ethan felt the intrusion.
"No... I have to stay alert, open your eyes," Ethan commanded himself, forcing his consciousness back. His hand accidentally brushed against an empty wine bottle beside him, and he seized it, gathering all his strength to swing it hard at the crimson-moled man’s head. "Crash!" The bottle shattered.
"Agh! My head…" the crimson-moled man groaned, clutching his head. Though the bottle was empty, the blow left him dazed but unharmed.
“Damn Aria slut! I'm gonna fuck you till you’re dead!” he growled, glaring at Ethan with a vicious hunger.
Knowing he couldn’t escape these beasts, Ethan, in a last act of desperation, reached out for one of the glass shards scattered around him, intending to end his life. Just as the shard touched his neck, the man with the high forehead stomped onto his chest, sending him sprawling backward, a mouthful of blood spilling out.
Struggling through the pain, Ethan reached for another shard nearby, but the high-foreheaded man shook his head at his futile resistance. He approached Ethan and stomped down on his hand, crushing the shard into pieces. "Snap!" Blood poured from Ethan’s crushed hand.
Looking down, the high-foreheaded man smirked. “Your Highness should take better care of these precious hands,” he said, kneeling beside him to admire Ethan’s bloody hand. “I love hearing you play. But with these hands like this, how will you play again? Such a pity…” He sighed, plucking out the remaining pieces of glass embedded in Ethan’s palm.
“Just kill me… please…” Ethan choked out, writhing in agony.
“We would never kill you, Your Highness. What would we tell the king if we did?” he replied coldly.
"What's wrong, little beauty?" Lucian Evander mocked, “Tired already? Then let's get to the main event.”
Lucian drew closer, gripping Ethan’s jaw, forcing his mouth open, and swiftly pushed a dark pill inside, commanding, “Swallow it!”
Ethan shook his head, desperately trying to spit it out.
“How long are you going to fight us? The more you resist, the harsher we’ll be,” Lucian sneered, pinching Ethan’s nose and pouring cold wine down his throat, making sure he swallowed the pill completely.
"Be a good boy and swallow it. This ‘Bliss Pill’ is a blessing; it’ll make you last long enough to please us all,” Lucian whispered in his ear. “Better put that charm to good use, Ethan… don’t make me lose interest in you.”
He smirked. “Because if I do… I’ll sell you to a brothel and let every man in Helios have a turn with you.”
Hearing Lucian’s cruel threats, Ethan shook with anger, wishing he could kill every one of the animals before him.
“Prince Lucian, the little prince looks scared,” the high-foreheaded man taunted.
“Don’t be afraid… little beauty,” the high-foreheaded man cooed, cradling Ethan, his hands sliding into Ethan’s clothing, caressing him. "I adore you. If Prince Lucian gets bored of you, I’ll buy you myself, so you don’t have to waste away in some brothel.”
The effects of the Bliss Pill soon took hold, setting Ethan’s entire body ablaze with unbearable heat. His breath quickened, and a fiery need pulsed from within him, seizing control of his body. Clenching his teeth, Ethan fought to resist the mounting desire.
“Desires are so hard to control, aren’t they?” Lucian mocked, “Even the purest of men can’t resist the Bliss Pill’s temptations. And you, Ethan…?” He laughed as he slowly stripped away Ethan's clothing, his eyes devouring the exquisite form in front of him.
Eyes squeezed shut, Ethan lay defeated, tears streaming down his cheeks. His will to fight had been broken, but his body refused to obey.
“Why are you crying?” Lucian sneered, stripping away the last of Ethan’s clothing. "Don’t pretend to be virtuous…”