Kirill looked towards where the sound was coming and he could see blood mixed with red wine spilled on the floor. Stepan was holding a broken wine bottle with jagged edges on the broken parts, looking down on Stanley who had his head bleeding as he was crouched on the floor. “Tell me,” Stepan said calmly. “Do you have to look at him with such lecherous eyes?” He asked. There was a murderous look in his eyes that Kirill had never seen before. Stepan then laughed dangerously as he squatted down and aimed his hand with the jagged parts of the glass towards Stanley’s eyes.

The sharp parts of the glass were so close to Stanley’s eyes that a slight movement from both counterparts could already cause a tear on the skin. “How dare you look at my boyfriend like that. Do you think I did not notice the way you always look at him, Stanley?” Stepan gnashed his teeth as he asked. He really didn’t like the way Stanley was looking at Kirill. He didn’t mind being watched when they were having sex. He felt proud to be watched by others, knowing that he was the only one able to fuck Kirill like that. But the way Stanley was looking at Kirill was unacceptable. He knew that Stanley desired him. He was already initially angry at him for trying to warn Kirill a few months ago so his anger escalated today. “You’re really asking for death,” he said.

Stepan used his free hand to grab a fistful of Stanley’s hair and tilted his head up to a good angle for his aim. As he was about to poke his eyes with the broken glass, someone’s hand took a hold of his shoulder, pulling him back with a strong force. “Stepan,” Kirill called out to him panickily. “Stop it,” he instructed.

He could push him off easily and he could ignore whatever it is that Kirill was telling him to do. But that’s Kirill. That’s someone he cherished. So, he turned to look at him. “Why? You care so much about him?” Stepan asked. His face was still full of anger and it was also emotionless that it surprised Kirill for a bit. He ran over to stop Stepan despite his weak legs. It was mere adrenaline that was able to get him there that quickly in the first place. Remembering how weak his legs were, he lost control of his standing and almost fell to the ground. But Stepan managed to catch him and took a hold of him, letting go of the weapon he had in his hands. “Hey, you okay?” He sounded concerned now, contrary to his ruthlessness when he was facing Stanley. The broken glass he was holding fell to the ground and smashed into pieces.

Kirill saw this as an opportunity. So, he held onto Stepan tightly. “I’m okay,” he quickly said. “I don’t care about him,” he lied. “I’m worried about you,” he took Stepan’s hand and looked at it carefully. “I don’t want you hurt,” he added. A smile immediately appeared on Stepan’s face when he heard such words. “I’m tired. Let’s go back?” Kirill persuaded Stepan. He sounded coquettish and Stepan could not resist such a sublime ‘attack’.

Stepan pulled Kirill closer to him and bit his lover’s earlobe a little before saying; “you’re really…,” he couldn’t finish his words. In fact, he didn’t know how to describe what he felt at that moment. He just wanted to swallow Kirill whole. He couldn’t help himself so he just swept Kirill up and carried him princess-style to take him out of the room. Before he was taken out, Kirill managed to give a meaningful look towards Andre and Alberto, signalling them to take care of Stanley. They both understood it right away.

“Did Kirill just stop Stepan? Did that really happen? Tell me I’m not dreaming,” Alberto said. No one ever stopped Stepan before. Anyone who did never made it out alive. That was the first time someone was able to stop Stepan’s aggression.

Andre turned to look at Alberto and tapped him on his shoulder lightly. “Yep. You’re not dreaming,” he said. He then sighed in relief. “Well, that’s a first,” he acknowledged.

“Guys?” Stanley, who was lying on the floor bleeding, started to call to his friends. “Hospital?” He asked for help.

It was only then that they both remembered there’s a wounded person in the room. “Oh fuck!” Andre came over to check on Stanley. “You idiot. Really… You provoked the wrong person.”

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People only hesitated a lot for the first time. But once they get used to it, it is no longer a burden to the mind. It was similar when it comes to sex. Or when you commit a sin or something wrong for the first time. It no longer felt so wrong the second or the third time. In fact, it would only feel good. So, for Kirill, it was only hard for him to accept being a bottom when he tried it for the first time.

But now, it was no longer a problem for him to spread his legs for Stepan and to present his asshole at the sacrificial altar for him to feast on. It came naturally. It felt good. So Kirill didn’t want to think too much about the other insignificant details. Of course he saw the hidden signs. He saw the red flags. But he couldn’t help himself. The more he knew it was bad for him, the more he was attracted to it. Besides, only Stepan’s friends who were doing all those sadistic acts. Not Stepan. At least that’s what he wanted to believe in. Stepan can be violent at times. But he would not be able to kill anyone, right? That’s what he wanted to believe in despite his instinct already telling him that that might not be the case. He didn’t want to face the truth. If the truth is not pleasant, then he would rather not know.

His legs were still spread apart and his asshole was still being fucked while he was having those thoughts. He had lost count of how many times they had done it. The dawn was breaking and he was about to faint again. “Ah… baby, it’s so warm inside you,” Stepan complimented him in a hoarse voice. Kirill couldn’t respond to the compliment as he couldn’t stop screaming. His throat felt sore. He had been moaning and screaming all night. It didn’t look like Stepan was going to stop fucking him. He understood then that Stepan can be considerate when he wanted but also very inconsiderate when he was filled with lust and desire.

When it felt good, Stepan would let his demons lose. That was something that Kirill managed to understand about Stepan. But it was already too late for him to turn back. He was already in love. There were too many suspicions. Too many signs to indicate that Stepan was something evil. But at this moment, all Kirill wanted was to close his eyes and ignore the signs. Didn’t they say that… ignorance is bliss?

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Kirill was awoken to the bright morning light due to a sudden urge to pee. He noticed that he was clothed with only a loose T-shirt. He was not wearing any underwear. Stepan was not in the room but Kirill didn’t have the strength to think about where he went. He dragged his tired body up to sit on the bed. His asshole felt sore and his waist felt like… Actually, his whole body felt like it had been hit by a truck. Stepan was really a beast in bed and he didn’t know when to stop. Kirill had fainted a couple of times but he woke up on and off to the sensation of his asshole still being mercilessly fucked. Kirill got up, supporting his body by holding on the bedpost. He tried to ignore the pain and forced his body to walk ahead. When he let go of the bedpost, he managed to balance his rickety body and head to the bathroom.

He was done with his business and was about to make his exit through the bathroom’s door when he heard a sound coming from inside Stepan’s room. It is the sound of a door opening and closing. But it didn’t sound like the actual door of the room. It sounded like… ‘No way…’ Kirill thought to himself. ‘That sounded exactly like a trap door opening and closing. A trap door of the bookcase!’ He remembered the unique sound. It sounded exactly the same as the one from Stepan’s cabin back then. This means that… the bookcase in Stepan’s room must also lead to a hidden room or a hidden tunnel!

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Next update: 2022/11/07

*Author’s Note: Yes. What’s hidden is about to be revealed. -K