[This chapter may contain, Sexual Assault Reader discretion is advised."
"Excuse me! Who are you? Why are you doing this?"
As Zhenya stormed into the hospital, the director's secretary blocked his way, trying to stop him.
Ignoring him, Zhenya brushed past and headed for the office.
When the secretary grabbed his arm, shouting,
"Sir! Excuse me!"
Zhenya twisted his wrist and slammed his palm against his nose.
Before the man could even recover, Zhenya threw him into the hallway.
Without a sound, Zhenya closed the door behind him, turning just as another employee, watching from a distance, frantically called security.
But no matter how many times he hit the
button, there was no response… Zhenya had already taken care of each and every one of them before entering the hospital.
Seeing Zhenya approach, the employee picked up the phone to call the police, but a dark shadow quickly fell across his face.
Before the call could connect, Zhenya's hand was around his throat.
He struggled to break free, but Zhenya's grip was unbreakable.
Zhenya lifted him into the air until his feet dangled above the ground.
"Aagh... Pl-Please, don't..."
Zhenya's eyes were cold and indifferent.
It looked like he could snap the man's neck at any moment.
Faced with a life threatening situation, the employee raised a hand, pointing toward the director's office.
Zhenya immediately let go and headed for the closed door.
He pressed down on the handle, but it didn't budge, clearly locked.
A muffled voice could be heard inside.
The director was clearly aware of the commotion outside and seemed to be
desperately calling the police.
Zhenya released the handle, then kicked the door down in one swift motion.
Part of the lock broke along with the door, which swung open like a flimsy piece of paper.
Inside, the director, still clutching the phone, swallowed hard with a sharp
gasp and reached for his gun.
His hands shook with terror as he held it.
"Wh-Who are you? Why are you doing this to us?"
"I'm looking for someone."
Zhenya moved quickly toward the director, whose anxiety mounted as he pulled the trigger in panic.
A bullet whizzed past Zhenya in a split second, striking the handcrafted ornament
behind him.
Completely unfazed, Zhenya continued advancing, and the director, frozen with
fear, fired continuously at him.
But no matter how precisely he aimed, every shot missed its mark.
Zhenya dodged each one with movements so swift they seemed almost inhuman.
In a flash, Zhenya reached the director, twisting his wrist painfully.
At the same time, a bullet fired off toward the ceiling, shattering the lights.
"Aah, I already called the police!"
"Then you'll have to stay alive until they get here,"
Zhenya replied, throwing back the director's desperate threat as he tightened his grip on the man's wrist.
"Aah! Please, let go of my hand...!"
"One week ago, at night, an Asian patient should have been brought here by ambulance."
"One week ago? H-How would I know... Aah! Wait, wait!! It's just that… we had a
large number of patients last week because of the terrorist attack!"
"So, you don't know?"
"No, no! Ahh! I'll tell you. I'll tell you! Ugh, you mean that Asian man who was handed
over to the police, right? He was the only Asian patient brought to our hospital."
The skin under Zhenya's eyes twitched as he listened to this, his deep blue pupils narrowing until they turned nearly black.
A menacing, murderous aura radiated from him.
Though the director's wrist was twisted well beyond a normal range of motion, that was the least of his worries right now.
It wouldn't have surprised him if Zhenya snapped his neck right there and then.
"I... aahh, I don't know everything either. The police ordered us not to keep any records on him, they only asked for emergency treatment… and took him away as soon as we finished."
"How and where was that patient injured?"
"He had various burns and lacerations, and… Aah! We suspected a partial fracture and a concussion."
"Where might the police have taken him?"
"I... don't really know much about that either, ahh! We only treated him as instructed, sir."
Zhenya twisted the man's arm even further, and a horrifying crack echoed from the director's right arm.
The director kicked his feet against the floor, desperately pleading with Zhenya.
"Aaagh! I'll tell you. I'll tell you everything! I'm not entirely sure, but it's likely they
took him to Evin Prison. I overheard that they hadn't confirmed his identity yet. Most
unidentified prisoners end up there for interrog—... Aaahhh…!"
Zhenya gave one last twist before letting go of the man's arm.
The director clutched his injured arm, begging for mercy.
Evin Prison was a notorious facility known for holding government opposition protesters in Iran.
There, human rights were disregarded, and countless acts of violence and torture were
carried out openly under the guise of interrogations.
If Kwon Taekjoo was being held there,
as the director said, it was painfully clear what kind of treatment he was receiving.
"Of course they would…"
Zhenya quickly left the director's office.
He couldn't afford to waste any more time.
He had to get Kwon Taekjoo out before he suffered further harm.
Elsewhere, staff members were cleaning up the devastated consultation and treatment rooms, but they started to back away as Zhenya suddenly reappeared.
The way he walked, eyes fixed ahead, was like a fighter jet locked on its target, ready to open fire.
Even the briefest eye contact with him felt like a death sentence.
As Zhenya reached the outside, the distant wail of police sirens hit his ears.
They were clearly responding to the frantic distress calls from the director and staff.
Zhenya paid them no mind as he slipped into the back seat of his car.
Yoon Jongwoo, who'd been waiting in the
driver's seat, glanced anxiously in the rearview mirror, his face pale with fear.
"Mr. Yevgeny, what do we do? The police are here."
"Drive."
"Pardon? W-Where to?"
"Anywhere,"
Zhenya replied indifferently, as he picked up something from the floor.
It was a bazooka.
Meanwhile, several police vehicles had arrived in front of the hospital, lining up in formation to block their exit.
They quickly issued a warning to surrender.
"Raise your hands and step out of the vehicle!"
"Any sudden movement, and we'll open fire!"
fired a few warning shots, just to make it clear they weren't playing around.
Yoon Jongwoo shrieked and ducked his head, glancing nervously at Zhenya, silently asking if he was really supposed to drive off.
"What? Do you want to step out, then?"
"No! I'll go!"
There was no telling what kind of suffering awaited Yoon Jongwoo alone at the hands of the Iranian authorities.
He squeezed his eyes shut and floored the gas pedal.
The vehicle jerked forward as the police launched a wild assault.
"Aahhh!"
With his head ducked below the steering wheel, Yoon Jongwoo recklessly drove forward.
His vision was limited, and a few times he even crossed the center line before swerving back.
A bullet punched through the rear window, grazing his earlobe and slamming into the
dashboard.
He was so deeply terrified that the scream stuck in his throat.
As the vehicle rocked violently, Zhenya fired the bazooka with remarkable precision.
He seemed entirely unconcerned about the consequences.
Each missile hit its mark, causing police cars to veer wildly and crash into each other.
Some even tipped over and rolled after
losing control.
Zhenya ruthlessly cleared every obstacle in his path, leaving a trail of devastation in his
wake.
As they disappeared into the darkness, Yoon Jongwoo began to understand why
someone like Kwon Taekjoo had grown so close to Zhenya.
With the relentless flicker of the ceiling lights, the shadow of a bound and suspended figure swung back and forth between the mold-eaten walls.
The grating clash of metal against metal
echoed through the damp room.
"Ugh... ahh... argh..."
Ahmad was thrusting his baton in and out of Kwon Taekjoo's ass forcefully as he hung on the metal bar.
He had fucked him so much that the handle of the baton was now glistening with
bodily fluids and lubricant.
His abrupt movements caused the baton to slip from his hands, clattering across the floor with a rattling noise.
"Haa, haa..."
Kwon Taekjoo hung there, limp and exhausted, his breaths coming in quick, labored gasps.
It felt as if there wasn't enough oxygen in the room.
His hole, which had been brutally violated,
was so inflamed that it stung and burned every time it tightened.
A sadistic ardor coursed through his entire body, reddening his ears, cheeks, shoulders, chest, cock, balls, and even his
knees.
His skin glistened with a sheen of sweat, and his bulging muscles twitched and
writhed, exhausted from straining so hard to endure the pain.
Yet, in the heart of near-death, the pulse of life seemed to beat even faster.
Ahmad shook out his stiff wrist and stepped in front of Kwon Taekjoo, tilting his chin up.
Kwon Taekjoo's eyes still blazed with a fiery defiance.
A vein pulsed on his forehead, and the muscles of his jaw clenched tightly.
Despite everything he had suffered, his rebellious spirit remained unbroken.
"Anastasia? What's that? Is that your girlfriend's name?"
Ahmad asked mockingly.
Had Ahmad suddenly decided to change his approach?
Since he'd noticed Kwon Taekjoo's tattoo that read
"My Anastasia,"
his attitude had shifted.
"If so, maybe I can arrange a little reunion for you two here,"
Ahmad whispered maliciously.
Kwon Taekjoo didn't respond.
He simply shook his head to free himself from Ahmad's grip.
Unfazed, Ahmad grabbed his ear and twisted it viciously, forcing him to meet his gaze.
His eyes narrowed with a disturbing intensity.
"Or is that your own little nickname?"
"....."
"The way you hold firm, no matter how much I try to break you, is enough to stir anyone's lust. I fucked your hole to see how long you could hold out before you died, only to have you suck it so eagerly. Your reaction is quite impressive. Looks like someone's been paying a hell lot of attention to that ass of yours, Mm? If you were a whore, it would make sense
why we can't identify you,"
Ahmad teased, his fingers subtly stroking Kwon Taekjoo's ear.
Kwon Taekjoo was looking at him with murderous intent when he suddenly smirked in satisfaction.
"Is something funny to you?"
"You seem very curious for all this chatter. And you've also been eyeing me for quite a
while."
Kwon Taekjoo replied mockingly, hitting him where it hurt the most.
His gaze disdainfully flicked to Ahmad's crotch, where his cock was visibly straining as if about to burst, and then back to his face.
"Your cock looks like it's about to explode."
"You fucking cunt...!"
With a hard blow, Kwon Taekjoo's head jerked to the side.
His nose shattered, blood soaking
his lips.
Kwon Taekjoo lowered his head, holding his breath in silence, sticking out his tongue to catch the blood.
Ahmad's brows furrowed at the sight, his lips trembling slightly as part of his unsteady breath escaped.
His cock twitched, reacting visibly.
"Why don't you punish me with your cock instead of sticking your miserable baton in me."
"…What?"
"You look like you need it badly. Besides, no one's looking."
"Stop playing with me."
"Once this is all over, I won't remember anything anyway, just like I can't remember
anything right now. The Russians must have brought me here undercover because they have something to hide. Who's going to care if they get their hands on someone like me? If anyone asks, you were just doing your job. Right?"
"You shameless little bastard...you're so desperate to get fucked, huh?"
"You're just realizing that now?"
The corners of Kwon Taekjoo's lips curled upward as a shallow laugh escaped his mouth.
His sweat-drenched skin, labored breaths, the intense smell of the room, and the thick, hot air— everything was more than enough to stir a deep sexual tension between them.
Ahmad stared at him, stunned, before moving closer with a mocking smile.
"I've always liked stubborn bastards like you. The harder you are, the more satisfying it is to break you."
He grabbed Kwon Taekjoo's neck and dragged his tongue up his jaw to lick the blood, his hot breath brushing against Kwon Taekjoo's lips.
Kwon Taekjoo turned his head, subtly avoiding the contact, but Ahmad responded by pressing a taser against Kwon Taekjoo's balls, giving him a warning.
"I dare you to make any reckless move."
Then, Ahmad fully licked Kwon Taekjoo's lips and forcefully pushed his tongue inside.
When Kwon Taekjoo tried to pull away, Ahmad yanked his head back roughly, rubbing his lips against his, jamming the taser deeper into his crotch as a clear warning not to resist.
Pressing his swollen erection against Kwon Taekjoo's thigh, Ahmad groped his chest hard enough to leave marks.
The front of his pants moistened quickly, making Kwon Taekjoo's thighs slick.
Not even a dog in heat would pounce on him with such desperation.
As Ahmad licked his lips greedily, Kwon Taekjoo suddenly thrust his tongue inside his mouth and sucked hard.
Ahmad flinched in surprise at the unexpected stimulation, but Kwon Taekjoo didn't stop.
He continued to slide his tongue teasingly against Ahmad's own and sucked gently.
Ahmad's stiff, aggressive tongue gradually relaxed, submitting to Kwon Taekjoo's caresses.
His ragged breathing betrayed the calm he was trying to keep.
Gasping for air, Ahmad finally broke away from Kwon Taekjoo, who was breathing
agitatedly and lowered his gaze to meet Ahmad's.
"How long have you been fucking around to learn how to use your tongue like that? Are you really a whore?"
"Come and find out for yourself. If I really was a whore, I'd be just as good at sucking you off down there too."
Ahmad hesitated, a bit tempted by the sudden invitation.
But it didn't take him long to realize Kwon Taekjoo's true intentions and smirked.
"...I'm not an idiot. I wouldn't risk doing something so dangerous."
Kwon Taekjoo showed no sign of disappointment.
He simply swallowed the excess saliva in
his mouth and sucked on the finger that Ahmad had been stroking over his sensitive lips and tongue.
As the finger made its way deeper into his mouth, rubbing and exploring its inner
walls, Kwon Taekjoo suddenly bit down on it. Ahmad recoiled in shock.
"I told you not to be reckless!".
"...You're being quite the coward. Stop beating around the bush and get over with it. What if your minion comes back?"
Ahmad's patience ran out at his provocation.
He dropped his pants and eagerly pulled out his cock, which was, as Kwon Taekjoo expected, not at all impressive.
It was always men like him who fell prey to sexual depravity.
"Hurry up."
"Ha, you filthy whore. You're really begging for it, aren't you?"
He spread Kwon Taekjoo's legs apart, placing himself between them as his cock pushed against Kwon Taekjoo's entrance.
Kwon Taekjoo clenched his buttocks at the same time, hiding his hole from view.
Ahmad was thrusting against him when, frustrated by the arousing sensations, he threw the taser aside and grabbed Kwon Taekjoo's ass with both hands, spreading it wide open.
He pressed the tip of his cock against Kwon Taekjoo's asshole, which was slowly opening, while his breath hitched in anticipation.
His eyes foggy with lust for some time now.
Pushed to the limit, Ahmad was about to fuck him when Kwon Taekjoo drew his knees together and trapped Ahmad's waist between them.
It almost looked like he was begging him
for more. Ahmad smiled in satisfaction at his reaction and murmured,
"Calm down."
But panic broke out when Kwon Taekjoo's legs tightened even further, compressing Ahmad's lungs.
Ahmad struggled to free himself, twisting in Kwon Taekjoo's grip, but it was already
too late.
Kwon Taekjoo's thighs trapped him in place, and he couldn't move an inch.
"Bastard, let me go. I said let me go."
Realizing the danger, Ahmad struck Kwon Taekjoo's thighs and backside.
But it was in vain.
The more he struggled, the tighter Kwon Taekjoo's legs constricted around him.
"You fucking bastard, let me go, let me go...! Aahh!"
Kwon Taekjoo, taking advantage of his agile flexibility, bent forward and drove his head into Ahmad's.
The sudden impact caused Ahmad to stagger, clutching his forehead in shock.
Seizing the opportunity, Kwon Taekjoo grabbed the metal bar above him and lifted himself, locking his legs around Ahmad's neck.
He immediately tightened mercilessly, cutting off Ahmad's air supply.
"Ugh, Aaaghk... Ughh!"
Without even the chance to scream, Ahmad writhed violently in agony.
A choking gurgle emerged from his open mouth.
His nails weakly dug into Kwon Taekjoo's skin, but even that small resistance didn't last long.
Kwon Taekjoo brutally twisted his legs, snapping Ahmad's neck with a swift motion.
Ahmad's eyes rolled back, and his body went limp between Kwon Taekjoo's legs.
Finally, Kwon Taekjoo released his legs from Ahmad, who fell to his knees on the ground.
Stretching his toes, Kwon Taekjoo hooked the keys from Ahmad's waist, tossing them into the air before catching them with his hands.
Twisting his wrists backward, he unlocked the cuffs. His arms were raw, torn open with
scratches and cuts from days of restraint.
"Aaah…"
Rubbing his sore wrists, Kwon Taekjoo took a moment to catch his breath and then spat on the floor.
However, it didn't relieve the feeling of filth in his mouth.
Not even drinking water from a sewer would disgust him as much as this.
Nausea overtook him until he gagged, his
insides churning as if he were about to vomit his organs.
The acid and bile crept into his mouth, mixing with the saliva dripping from his chin.
He stood there for a while, calming his agitated stomach and barely managing to compose himself.
He was utterly baffled... Who was he?
Why had he had to endure such treatment?
But there was no time for reflection.
He needed to escape this hellhole as soon as possible.
First, he stripped Ahmad of his uniform and put it on.
The clothes were too loose and too short, but it was still better than exposing his obvious skin color and appearance.
If he ran into any other guards on his way out, they'd know immediately that he had escaped from his cell.
Would he manage to get out without encountering anyone?
To escape, he needed a map of the prison.
If he could make it to the security administration building, he might be able to find an exit.
Kwon Taekjoo put on the guard's cap, planning his next moves, when a voice suddenly echoed from outside the room.
"Sir, the warden is calling us. I'm coming in."
It was Omar.
Before Kwon Taekjoo could even react, the door swung open.
Omar froze at the unexpected scene and then shouted,
"Hey you!"
Kwon Taekjoo immediately grabbed the
baton that had been lying on the floor and hurled it at Omar.
The baton spun through the air, hitting Omar square in the head.
Omar collapsed to the ground, unable to scream.
Kwon Taekjoo dragged Omar's lifeless body into the interrogation room.
After taking his radio, gun, keys, and handcuffs, he stuffed them into his pockets before locking the door from the outside.
As soon as he stepped into the hallway, a security camera high above caught his
attention.
He lowered his head and hurried past it.
He had to keep moving at all times; he
didn't know when he would be discovered.
Kwon Taekjoo's shadow slid silently along the grimy, dark walls.