dhibooks Chapter 15 The Prisoner
Chapter 15 The Prisoner
The water vapor condensed on the smooth wall and fell drop by drop from the top of the head. The hot water column added a rare warmth. Tom stood in a cubicle of the public bathroom and let the water drops fall on his hair. It slowly penetrated into the soft hair, leaving a little coolness on the scalp, slowly took off the clothes, picked up the soap and rubbed vigorously, and then moved himself under the water column. .
The insider had just left, disappointed as always, but he seemed to have made some progress in the news from Louis, and frowned slightly. He could almost imagine the sarcasm hidden in the seemingly calm pupils of the Sterling family.
After quickly washing his body, Tom opened the door of the public bathroom. There was no one in the long aisle. There were dripping sounds of different rhythms in each bathroom. The chill hit Tom's spine. He quickened his pace and stepped on the iron shoes. The stagnant water is especially harsh in the silent space.
At the next corner, his warm body bumped into Tom's shoulder. Tom, who didn't expect that there would be someone at this time, suddenly paused. After a moment of tension, he returned to his casual tone.
"Locke."
"Have a good time?" The man's bare forearm had drops of water dripping down, but the temperature had already turned cold. He slowly wiped his hair with a towel, and the water drops dripped from the tip of his hair, all the way along his collarbone and abdominal muscles. Submerged into the depths of the towel, the pair of chocolate-colored pupils staring at Tom were frighteningly bright, but with malicious inquiry.
"What do you mean?" Tom said forcefully.
"The person who just left, if I remember correctly, came out of your cubicle, right?"
"Oh." Tom nodded knowingly, "I like men, don't you know that?"
Locke didn't speak anymore, his eyes swept over coldly, and he turned around.
Sensing Locke's changed attitude, a sense of powerlessness filled with anger surged in his heart. He pretended to calmly bypass the man who had already untied the bath towel and was about to put on his clothes. Tom walked straight out of the bathroom door.
Now is the time to vent.There was a lot of people outside as usual, a few people were pulling a black head and hitting it on the table, shaking the table violently, mixed with the wanton laughter of a few people, and a few dirty words with an Australian accent.Tom walked around them indifferently, and then turned slightly to avoid a prison uniform thrown in front of him. A young white man was riding on another black man, twisting his waist and hips obsessively. Tom still remained expressionless. Walk past the entangled body.
The cell was empty, Tom picked up a towel, wiped his hair carelessly, and threw himself into the bed.
It was already half an hour later when he collected himself from his complicated thoughts and slowly got up from the bed.He glanced at the empty bed and the neatly folded quilt opposite him, and sighed slightly.
There are only a few minutes until the end of the windbreak time, forget it, let's go out and find him.
With time spent in prison, time blurs.It’s just that in the reincarnation of the seasons, I can suddenly find an unknown white flower at noon when the sun is the strongest. It props up its slender body and lifts up four tiny petals. It lives in the shadows formed by the sparse bushes, but when the sunlight fades, it tacitly hides its own color.
Keenly caught the sound of fighting in the distance, his intuition made him stop and observe carefully.
Those are two rare dwarf trees that grow side by side at the corner of the wall, and together they form a very cramped space.
A group of people huddled in a circle, and the sound of beating came from time to time, as well as the dull sound of flesh hitting the ground.Someone was yelling something in German. The distance was too far to hear clearly. Tom carefully broke off a section of a fairly strong branch, inserted the chopsticks he had just passed by the restaurant in his back, and moved forward slowly.
"Hiss, I'm so-he-damn cruel, today I will not only break your ribs, but also stab-explode your ass!" A black-male cursed and twisted his dislocated left wrist. The height was close to two meters, and the tall men standing all around were almost all muscular. Although there was still fear in their faces, they were all ready to go and eager to try.Immediately there was a muffled muffled sound from the crowd, a figure flew upside down from the chaotic battlefield, and hit a boulder not far from Tom, the cracking sound of dislocated bones and the scream that sounded only a few seconds behind Subtle but still abrupt in the sudden silence of the air.
It was only then that Tom saw behind the crowd, the blond young man still kept his posture of raising his metal boots and kicking out.His sweaty blond hair stuck to his face, and some strands even rubbed into his eyes. His usually laughing chocolate-colored pupils were full of mania and anger. The bridge of his nose was stained with blood. Maybe it belonged to someone else, who knows. The light golden eyelashes are covered with scarlet liquid, his chest heaves and heaves, exuding heat, scorching and boiling, accompanied by the rapid and violent breathing and heartbeat of the people around him, like a lion obsessed with the smell of blood in the arena .
The sun was burning and dizzying.Tom only remembered the sound of his brain buzzing, and then he kicked the outermost man away, and successfully put his knee on the belly of another man.
The bones collided with the hard muscles, Tom almost exerted all his strength, and after the man flew out, the arc of his mouth finally took on a bit of evil.
"roll."
Ignoring Locke's angry shout at him, Tom grabbed the collar of the man in front of him, and threw him to the ground forcefully. At the same time, he was hit on the back, making Tom a little unstable. He turned back and punched the sneak attacking man indifferently Human belly, Tom decided to change his previous view.
Even if Locke is an out-and-out violent maniac and not very approachable, there are still people who are willing to line up to fuck him or be fucked by him.
"Little blonde princess, why are you in such a mess today?"
The corners of Locke's pink lips seemed to be torn, and his cheeks were puffed up angrily because of Tom's words, but the chocolate-colored pupils just glanced sideways in a pretended indifference, and punched several people down without a pause.
After finally getting rid of the two of them, he was kicked to the knee as soon as he turned his head. Tom’s legs shook and he lay on the ground. In an instant, several people pressed on him. It's going to explode.Using all his strength to prop up a small space, he touched the chopsticks stuck in his lower back, and inserted them into the upper man's thigh as fast as he could, hissing fiercely, and the viscous liquid sprayed Tom With a pair of pants, Tom was also pulled out by another person, and then he was punched heavily in the chest several times.
Tom gritted his teeth to force back the blood that was about to surge out of his mouth, and felt the pain in his abdomen was getting worse with his breathing, every time, it was like a dagger was stirring in his internal organs.
He wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and when he realized that he was pressed against the wall by three people, one of them tore off Tom's prison uniform and tried to strangle him by the neck, Tom turned his head and bit the man's strong forearm.With difficulty covering his head with his hands, he let others hit him several times. The smell of sweat and blood was disgusting in his mouth, but he still refused to let go.
"drop"
Sharp whistles sounded throughout the venue.
Tom spat out the blood in his mouth, punched one person's nose with an uppercut, held the other person's shoulders, flew forward, locked his neck with his feet, and then frantically punched that person's head.
Because this is an open space, it doesn't look like there is a metal floor covering indoors, even if the whistle blew, everyone still huddled together, unmoved by it.Until the prison guard roared and slammed the electric shock baton at the rioters, the high-voltage current passed through the spine, and the seriously injured people lost consciousness in an instant.Looking at the few people lying on the ground twitching in pain, everyone seemed to have reacted suddenly, let go of the opponent's collar as if discouraged, and slowly squatted down in a circle with their heads hugged under loud shouts.
"Damn it, it's a big trouble this time, why don't you kill your grandchildren."
The prison guard grabbed the hair of a person who was already squatting cursingly, and by the way, roughly wiped the blood on the person's face, and then pushed the person away until the person's head hit the ground heavily. , just let out a relieved laugh.
Several prison guards gathered around, and the electric shock batons continued to poke at the prisoners on the periphery, causing waves of tragic wailing.
The first few people who were knocked down to the ground had been roughly pulled up by their collars and gathered together, and then the boss of the prison guard walked over slowly.
"It's a lot of fun, little ones."
The prison guard's eyes narrowed slightly, his crumpled police uniform hadn't been buttoned up, apparently he just got up from someone, he looked at Locke and Tom coldly, with a cruel arc on his mouth.
"I know the rules."
The surrounding prison guards laughed excitedly.
"Daddy's little ones, come on, a day trip to the shock chamber."
Tom leaned against the fence weakly, and hastily bandaged the wound, but the few punches he received just now made him still dizzy. Locke was blocked behind several people. Tom couldn't see his expression clearly, but he knew that his prisoner His jacket had already been rolled up indiscriminately and thrown on the ground.
Following the rioters, they were put into the confinement room one by one. Tom was fortunate that the system had the function of reducing pain, otherwise the injuries on his body would be so painful that he would not even have the strength to stand up.
Regardless of any image, he leaned against the wall and slowly slid to the ground.
This time, he made trouble not only to help Locke, but also to help himself.In the eyes of others, he and Locke have always been a united front. If Locke is defeated this time, he will lose his allies. Will be trampled even more.
Panting with difficulty, a pair of hands suddenly put on Tom's shoulders.
"How are you?"
The blond young man stood in front of him, bent down and looked at him intently, different from the usual evil spirit or indifference, this Locke showed complete seriousness and worry, he could see his pale face from his pupils , but too close contact made Tom stiff for a moment.
"Fortunately."
Locke nodded, turned around and sat down next to him against the wall, the silent air was crowded in the small confinement room, and tragic screams and howls came from the electric shock room next door.The sound of flesh hitting the cold metal echoed in everyone's ears until everyone's breathing became tight and heavy.
"The following are two of 502."
Tom straightened up, his heart beating fast and his breath hard to breathe.Soon, with the sound of another person being dragged away, Tom, who had been treated with a bandage on his chest in the confinement room, was pushed hard by an early warning from behind, and staggered into the confinement room.
The electric shock room was much larger than the confinement room, with wires covering the entire wall, and a few metal "chairs" taking up almost all the space.
Tom took a few deep breaths and sat down on the shock chair.In an instant, metal handcuffs, anklets, and mechanical arms stretched out, clasped Tom's limbs and waist, and locked Tom firmly on the chair.The cold touch made Tom, who had finally calmed down a little, shiver involuntarily.
There was another sound of footsteps outside, the door was pushed open, and Locke walked in slowly, but no prison guard treated him as roughly as he had treated Tom because of his speed.
He seemed to be in good condition. He didn't observe carefully just now, but now he found that the arm he was injured by so many people had been picked up by himself, and it didn't look serious.
Locke's gaze swept over Tom, and he gave him a rare nod of seriousness.
"Hurry up."
A prison guard yelled at the man on the console.
Locke stopped suddenly, his eyes touched Tom's lower abdomen and limbs trapped by the mechanical arm, a large expanse of fair skin covered with bruises was exposed, his chest heaved rapidly due to tension, but was tightly bound by the cold metal, showing a An ambiguous breath.
Locke suddenly felt a little thirsty, licked his dry lips, turned around quickly in a disguised manner, and swallowed lightly.
He didn't know, in Tom's eyes.Sturdy abs, mermaid-line seductive lines along the waist-abdomen into the baggy trousers, explosive muscles are hidden under the not-so-thick arms.After the strenuous exercise, Locke undoubtedly exuded a suffocating style. The prison guard standing next to Locke secretly swallowed, but didn't say much.
Because Locke's punishment was heavier than Tom's, the prison guard first pressed the switch on Locke's chair, and a powerful current flowed through his body instantly, forcing Locke's tragic hiss from the very beginning.
Tom turned his head away, but Locke's screams filled his eardrums, he could only bite his neck tightly, his chest heaved rapidly, ignoring the pain of the wound under the bandage, the blood gradually seeped out, and his scalp burst There was a burst of numbness, and his heart was clenched tightly. Then, as the machine was activated, Tom screamed out in the first second of being passed by the current. The bones all over his body seemed to be fighting against the skin. As if wanting to get out of the control of his muscles, steel needles wandered wantonly in his flesh and blood. He could feel the world spinning in front of his eyes, the earth was dancing around the sun, and the stars were falling in his brain like meteorites, colliding with every inch of nerves. There was an ear-piercing sound of explosion.
The short 1 minute was infinitely stretched. If it weren't for the metal handcuffs, Tom believed that he would slam his arms into his thighs.Until the mottled blood clots in front of Tom's eyes gradually settled into the color of the normal world, his whole body was soaked in sweat.The restraints were loosened, and Tom staggered, rolled off the chair, and fell into a warm embrace.
He raised his eyes, their noses met, the same sweat-drenched chest was pressed against his, because the capillaries on the eyeballs were ruptured, Locke's eyes were blood red, staring at the blood-soaked bandages on Tom's chest , the pale lips have been bitten blood stains, and from the gap between the teeth, there is a very low painful gasp.
Tom weakly put all his weight on Locke, whose muscles were still twitching. Immediately, the two were torn apart, and Tom, who was bleeding continuously, was thrown onto a stretcher. In the shadows, his always straight back is slightly bent, as if unable to support the weight of his whole body, and the light stays on his bare calves stingily, revealing an unspeakable fragility.
Tom squinted his eyes hard, but couldn't see his expression clearly after all.
But a hand next to the stretcher suddenly passed Tom's palm at this moment. He was a little dazed, and then stretched out his nails, digging at the small object in the palm of the man.
Finally, the door was closed.
The author has something to say:
The electric shock chair is similar to the electric shock chair of the Winter Soldier in Captain America 2. The magnetic shoes are the ones in the movie "Face Changing", and all kinds of feelings are super cool.
Put a Q picture of the Winter Soldier, hope it can be displayed