Chapter 77: Chapter 77 Shot....
Few Minutes Ago...
Hands came over his body, touching him in places he couldn’t have imagined.
"Who is there?! Who are you!" Draven questioned as the cloth was finally pulled from his mouth after a while. Trying to recover and understand where he was and what really happened, he began to feel the pheromones of the Alphas around him. These weren’t ordinary ones; they were pure and dangerous, an aura he recognized well.
"Shut it up, bitch, aren’t you a man?" one of his captors, someone irritated by his questions, yelled.
Blinded and with his hands tied, he still tried to understand the scene, or at least identify the people, so he waited for a clue.
"Oh damn, can I touch him a bit before we kill him?" another pervert in the group asked again.
Their leader, who was obviously squatting before him, kept grinning devilishly.
"That bastard Adrian still hasn’t contacted us and given us our full payment," he complained while fumbling with Draven’s collar.
Draven, who heard the name, became confused. Kill him, why?? He hadn’t hurt a soul to warrant this.
"But can’t we touch him?" another one asked, this time incessantly, while he roamed his filthy hands over him. The touch made Draven nearly wish he could see properly so he could kick him in the groin.
The leader finally snatched the blindfold off his face, and it was like he was liberated for a minute.
His eyes fell on their faces, and he could have sworn he wanted the blindfold back on. What marked their faces was terror, the scars that ran deep into their chins. The leader had the most terrifying of all, with a malevolent birthmark that reshaped his entire face.
"Who survives with that horrible appearance?" Draven muttered to himself, as these men grinned, their yellow teeth gleaming in the dark.
In this fleeting moment, his eyes scanned the area, looking and wondering if there was any form of escape route. Behind him was none; a brick wall blocked any retreat. So his only move was to go forward and either approach them the hard way or risk getting gang-raped.
Oh, the goosebumps!!
"Boy, you must have gathered so many praises about your beauty, isn’t it," the leader chimed, sliding a pistol from his pocket and slowly fondling it, feeling its texture.
Draven, who didn’t want to insult his appearance, just shook his head negatively.
"Not much. I was more of an introvert," he revealed, sounding as humble as possible. He didn’t want his head flung from his precious neck. He still had missions to do, and finding Daniel was obviously among them.
"Oh, a sweet voice you have. Okay, maybe we can make this painless. Turn around and bring that ass here, and after we are done you can be killed off quickly and faster," the man suggested, as if he were doing him a favor.
If Draven wasn’t irritated before, he sure was now. Turn his back for these scoundrels? Even if he was going to get fucked, never would it be by a bunch of smelly, ugly toads.
"I’m not turning my ass..." Draven stood his ground and bent over dramatically, as if showcasing it. He did it to gain their full lustful gaze, and they were captivated by it.
Licking their lips like fools, they stepped closer to feel his body. Draven rolled to the side. Making sure stones were packed in his hands, he waited for the perfect timing.
"You will sure taste so good," they said, thinking they had him cornered like prey. He moved backwards until his back hit the blocks.
Well, this was it. Time to make his move. Without missing his aim, he moved his fist, throwing all of the stones at them.
It caught them off guard and did a lot of damage, especially to the eyes of some specific men who groaned and cursed.
"You mangy bitch, how dare you...!" The leader, who was also among the affected, cried out in pain.
Taking that as his cue, Draven ran with all his might, his head not turning once as he knew the gravity of defying deadly criminals like this. Now his fate was sealed, and the only thing that would determine his living or not was making it out of the cursed dark street back to the inhabited area. At least with people around, no one would touch him.
Well, he spoke too soon. Before he could get more than a few meters from their spot and escape the street, they caught up with him. The leader gave a final warning for him to stop or risk being shot in the head.
"Motherfucker, halt right now or I will shoot you in your fucking brains!" the hideous man thundered.
Jeez, why are they always this loud, ugly, and violent?
Refusing to listen, he continued to run. He knew what lay for him if he obeyed. Raping at this point would be a salvation compared to what they would do to his body.
So he continued his sprint, breath ragged and out of place, until he could finally see the light which showed he was almost out of the dark street.
His excitement was fueled even more by a pleasing scent he detected from the shadows ahead. It was the familiar strawberry scent he was so accustomed to.
Trying to see its source, he miraculously saw a blond man with a similar, striking blond to the fierce one he knew.
Daniel is here.... Daniel is freaking here.
Oh my data is blessed. That means no dying today. Death, you won’t see me, not when my beloved is here.
But Death said no.
The leader raised the rifle and took aim at Draven.
"That’s for stoning me and still refusing to heed my call," he snarled, and ruthlessly pulled the trigger.
The bullet flew fast, diving toward its target as he chased Draven.
"Daniel...!!" Draven screamed.
The young, gorgeous man who had also taken notice of him running in his direction cried out when he saw who it was.
"Draven...!" However, the bullet finally hit its mark, and Draven fell, his consciousness dimming and his face streaked with tears.
"I love you, Daniel..." And he passed out then, drifting into a deeper darkness that claimed him.