017 | Chapter Seventeen - Nightmare
—Damn, what a shattered dream…
The nights in Mexico are far from peaceful; the ugliness hidden beneath the bright lights and rhythms often requires digging to uncover the corruption within.
Mary ran away.
Diaz had completely lost consciousness. With the combined efforts of the members, they carried out his last command—which was to be executed to the fullest extent—
go home.
Upon receiving the news, Saien was already on standby at the airport. As soon as Diaz landed, he took the first aid kit onto the plane, gave him an injection of a special antidote, and immediately drew blood from him to prepare for further testing.
Whether it was due to the effectiveness of Saien's special medicine or Diaz's eagerness to return home, less than half an hour after the injection, his eyelids snapped open, and the whites of his eyes remained that terrifying red.
"Where...are you now?" His eyes moved slowly, his voice low and hoarse like a parched desert, his brows furrowed deeply as if they could trap a fly. "Have we...returned to the East Coast?"
However, due to the effects of the antidote, his vision was blurred as if a layer of water covered his eyes, making even the outlines of things appear indistinct.
"Say... Huh?" Diaz frowned, trying hard to see the person in front of him clearly. This ambiguous scene made him particularly wary. "Back to the East Coast... Where's my car... Where's Xiaoyue... Hurry—"
Mary's "Venus V" is a very strong hallucinogenic drug. Generally speaking, after being shot with that drug, it is very difficult for a normal person to be fully sober within 24 hours. Just like those bodyguards who were lying in the club, they have not moved a finger to this day.
What's more, after Diaz was shot, he didn't immediately faint. In fact, Mary gave him an even higher dose of the drug. It's a miracle that Diaz was able to wake up in that time!
"Boss...! Don't panic! You can't move!" Sain grabbed Diaz, who was about to collapse, and pulled him back onto the recliner. "The antidote is still working; it's too dangerous for you to move around!"
"If the drug's effects haven't completely worn off, and you keep moving like this, the residual drugs in your body might not necessarily put an 'extra' burden on your health!" Sai said anxiously, deliberately emphasizing the word "extra," seemingly to remind Diaz—
Your body is no longer what it used to be; you're practically halfway to the grave. The slightest mishap could worsen your condition, making it even more serious.
Diaz understood the implied meaning in his words, but he couldn't care less... The shattered expression on Xiaoyue's face during that phone call was still vivid in his mind. He wanted to go back to her and explain that things weren't as she imagined. Besides, every second that damned drug remained in his body felt like a reminder of everything he and Mary had just experienced.
Diaz felt so disgusted that he almost vomited.
"Boss, your health should be our priority! The effects of the medicine will wear off soon, please bear with it a little longer!" Sai said worriedly, pressing him firmly onto the recliner. Even his subordinates joined in, offering kind words of advice.
Faced with these damned subordinates speaking in unison, he was actually unable to move his body at all, because even the slightest movement felt like a deep tearing pain deep within his body.
But compared to this, the pain in his heart area seemed to be even more severe... Could this also be a symptom of cancer?
No, this is just an emotion that Diaz doesn't understand.
"Heartache".
An hour later, he instructed his men to drive him home, and with their help, he took his private elevator.
"Xiao...Xiaoyue, I'm back."
The moment the elevator doors slid open, his vision remained blurry, as if an extremely thick fog lingered, causing him to stumble and stagger through the corridor. Yet, even so, it did nothing to lessen his eagerness.
Diaz had mentally prepared himself for anything, from her blame and scolding to even physical abuse and stabbing. He would accept it all. Until the moment he pressed the doorknob—
The room was completely empty.
It was as neat as the day they moved in, with not a single wrinkle on the sheets, and no sign of the person he hoped to see. Only the diffuser on the desk made him realize that this was not a dream.
"...Where is Madam?" He pressed the intercom on the wall, his voice surprised and hoarse, as if he had never expected this scene.
After a few seconds of silence from the static on the walkie-talkie, a slow voice said, "Madam—"
"She's been moved to the nursery to sleep."
Upon hearing this, Diaz let out a deep breath, then slid down against the wall with a sigh of relief, gently pinching his throbbing, dizzy brow, and letting out a low sigh.
"I... I'm such a bastard." He covered his eyes with his large hand. In the room where dawn was about to break, the darkness was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.
Those clear blue eyes replayed endlessly in his mind, from the unyielding and stubborn fire at the beginning, to the color that made him proud later, and now... they must have become even dimmer.
Meanwhile, in the nursery, there was Xiaoyue.
She knew he was back, because a servant had come to inform her even before his carriage had come to a complete stop. But she didn't have the courage, nor did she want to... see him.
Whether you call it escaping or obeying "orders," she wasn't ready to face a man who had so blatantly betrayed her.
Therefore, Xiaoyue and Diaz's avoidance of each other became the most awkward tacit understanding in the entire building.
All the servants and subordinates knew that Xiaoyue didn't want to see Diaz, and he himself "acquiesced" to this, deliberately avoiding appearing during Xiaoyue's schedules. This cold way of getting along caused this originally harmonious "home" to go out of tune, and even everything became dull and tasteless.
After Diaz recovered, he began to repeat his mistakes. Fearing that Mary would harm Xiaoyue, he stayed up all night searching for her whereabouts, vowing to torture her to death himself. He often locked himself in his study and was nowhere to be seen for a whole day.
Until that night, l°an.
He lay on the sofa in the study, his eyes fixed on the desk. He recalled the time when Xiaoyue tried to rummage through something and he caught her and took her to the "game room" to discipline her. That sweet memory now felt bittersweet and painful.
As I thought about it, my eyelids grew heavier and heavier...
When he woke up again, a subordinate was frantically knocking on the study door, shouting, "Madam has been arrested!"
"W-what! Where!?" Diaz felt unusually light, and with a simple roll, he stood up, grabbed his coat, and strode outside.
"It's an abandoned warehouse at the East Coast dock!" the subordinate replied succinctly.
Diaz drove his black sports car, shattering the tranquility of the street with a roar, rushing towards his prey like a mad beast.
Upon reaching the door of that abandoned warehouse, without saying a word, he pulled a submachine gun from the back seat, shot through the lock on the door, and kicked the door open!
"Who dares to do this? Release my woman!"
He was met with complete darkness. A peculiarly shaped chair sat in the center, its back to the door. The figure on it was indistinct, with only faint breathing echoing in the vast space, making it seem particularly eerie.
He slowly approached, gun in hand, until he saw the man's face, at which point he nearly dropped the gun.
"Wife...!?"
Diaz saw Xiaoyue bound in a tortoise shell style, unable to move on the chair, her face full of panic and tears, her mouth stuffed with a gag, from which glistening saliva kept flowing.
"Who dared to do this to you?! I'll help you get out of this right now!" He slung the gun over his back and reached out to help untie it when the entire warehouse was suddenly illuminated by lights, and a strong electric current began to pass through Xiaoyue's body.
"Ughhhhhh—!" she screamed, her whole body convulsing, almost stopping Diaz's heart.
"Fuck! Fuck...!"
"Want to save her, Diaz? Then do it right here in front of her, with these women!" A muffled, hoarse voice echoed from all around the warehouse, but it was impossible to pinpoint the exact direction.
After he said that, three beautiful naked women appeared, wearing various half-masks, and posed seductively in front of him.
"Satisfy these women, and I'll release your precious wife." The wicked voice rang out again, but its specially processed tone made it impossible to tell if it was male or female. "Otherwise...see that electric chair? I bet you don't want to watch your precious wife become a human barbecue, right? Hahahaha—"
Diaz looked at the group of women in front of him, and a wave of nausea rose from his lower abdomen again, with acid churning in his stomach as if it might spill out of his throat at any moment.
But... that damned genitals gradually began to erect because of the scenery in front of them.
He couldn't even tell if it was because of Xiaoyue or the three naked women.
This realization shocked Diaz, and even caused his fingertips to tremble almost imperceptibly. Even though he didn't want to admit it, he was indeed resisting at this moment.
He didn't want to touch those women, not even a single hair.
But he didn't want Xiaoyue to get hurt, so—
"You motherfucker... Xiaoyue, close your eyes!" he commanded through gritted teeth, the metal buckles clanging crisply. Diaz, having pulled down his pants, grabbed one of the women and began to fuck her. "Five or ten! I'll definitely save you... just you wait!"
One, two, three...
He continued until he had all those women completely under his control, his chest heaving violently, his flushed cheeks telling of his urgency to end this absurd ransom condition.
Even with his erect and wet genitals dripping with semen, Diaz was only focused on getting to Xiaoyue, untying that damned tortoise shell binding, and checking if she was injured, but that voice rang out again.
"As expected of the infamous Godfather, Diaz! Too bad..." The eerie voice echoed in the spacious warehouse, gradually becoming clearer, like a distorted version of Mary's voice, "These women aren't even enough to make you ejaculate once?"
"Then I'll have to make you do it all over again, this time shooting your load into those three women, before I'll release your wife!"
He could not accept it, and his clenched back teeth almost bled, making a "crackling" sound.
But just as he made a move to save her, the electric current surged through Xiaoyue's body again, becoming stronger and lasting longer, even causing her to lose control of her bladder, leaving a puddle of pale yellow liquid on the filthy floor.
"Ughhhhhh—!" Her painful moans pierced her heart like ice picks.
Seeing that the other party had not stopped, Diaz watched as Xiaoyue spurted out tears and saliva due to the electric current, and even lost control of her urge to urinate. For the first time, he raised his hands, helpless like an ordinary man, and his voice was tinged with sobs.
"I'll do it! I'll do it! I'll fucking do it! Stop it—!" Diaz's eyes welled up with tears, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his outstretched arms seemed to be about to hug her, but they stopped in mid-air and couldn't move.
In the end, he went mad, grabbing each woman and fucking her again and again, ejaculating his seed into their bodies, but each time he tried to save Xiaoyue, he added new rules.
He could only watch helplessly as his damned genitals remained erect, but his hands were no longer human; they sprouted fur and extended sharp claws, like those of some beast…
That's right, he's like a beast, tirelessly having sex with women.
To him, women were indeed like objects that could be obtained easily and discarded at will.
But what's with this damn guilt...? When did he start having the idea of "stopping"?
Diaz slowly opened his eyes. Xiaoyue's screams still lingered in his ears. The marks from the gag and the image of electric shocks were imprinted on his retina as if embedded in his mind.
He froze. Looking into the vast bedroom, a sliver of sunlight pierced through the curtains, casting a cold glow on his brown eyes, like a speck of dust in the Milky Way.
There were no tears from her, nor her breath.
Only the morning light and reality.
Fine beads of cold sweat covered his forehead and body, and the turmoil in his chest spoke of the situation that made it hard to distinguish reality from fiction.
The seat next to him remained cold and empty, devoid of familiar smells and people.
But the one between her legs stood erect, like a pillar reaching to the sky, which was disgusting.
Diaz glanced at it, then pressed his arm to his eyes, dragging himself into the darkness, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly.
"Oh shit……"
"What a lousy dream..."
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