[✔] White over Red (boyxboy)

(M) ֍CHAPTER 35: The Substitute

There are a few ways to escape but none will work. One. He could run. But he was already exhausted so he won't be able to run off that far until he is caught. And second was to call for help. But he had left his phone in his dorm room. Third; he could scream at the top of his lungs. But he knew damn well how useless and irresponsible the guards at the school were. But despite it all, he doesn't really want to escape. He wants to face them head on. At least, he can still rely on his fists and kicks even when he is already exhausted.

Is Louis the murderer? Was he involved in Kliment's disappearance? He needed to make sure. Louis after all does have a motive to hurt Kliment. Kirill pretended to be calm as he asked; "What did he owe you? Did he also owe something to the rest of you guys?"

"It's 'you' who owed us something, son of a bitch," one of the guys behind Louis spat.

"Yeah. It's you!" Another guy backed him up.

"Okay," Kirill said, perplexed as to what he had done to deserve such treatment. "Did I offend you guys or something?"

"You tell us where Emanuel is. He was beaten by you and hospitalised. And now he's been missing. Tell us where he is if you wanna live!" One of them spoke.

"Enough!" Louis shouted at them and they all immediately zipped their mouths shut. It's contradictory to see such a delicate looking person to be ordering around people who are taller, bigger, and more intimidating than him. Kirill can't help but sense that Louis must not be an ordinary person. Either it is his background or his capability. There must be something about him that caused others to fear him.

But why bring these guys with him? Kirill wondered. "What do you want?" He asked Louis straight on.

Louis smirked at the question. And as he answers, Kirill feels a chill down his spine. "I want to take a knife and cut your shirt buttons open one by one. I will let you feel the back of my cold knife on your skin. I might slice your beautiful skin a little. I think your blood will taste good," he started. And then his smile grows wider. There's malign in his eyes. "I want to spread your legs wide open. I want to put my dick in your sweet tight asshole. I want to hear you scream. I want to see you cry. I want to watch you bleed. I want to rape you. I want so much to rape you. If you resist, that's even better," he searches Kirill's eyes to see if Kirill gets his hints. To his pleasure, he notices the change on Kirill's face. "Sounds familiar?" Louis asked. The guys behind him were whistling and laughing mockingly.

"You..." Kirill mumbled as he held back his anger. He always fought back fear with anger. He understands now that this person is far more dangerous than he had imagined. He had seen that letter sent by Kliment's stalker in Stanley's handphone. Ordinary type of paper. Ordinary font. He suspected the person to look very ordinary as well. But he just can't fathom that it was actually the delicate-looking person who had been by Kliment's side for almost three months!

Come to think of it, the stalkers started to harass Kliment at the exact time before he was approached by Louis. And Louis only obtained Kliment's attention because he couldn't frequent the club to look for a substitute so he had to take whoever that was near him and that fit the characteristics. Since Kliment was stalked for a while, Louis must have already figured out Kliment's taste before pursuing him!

"Yes, me. Kliment's greatest fan," he indicated. "Sadly, Kliment is gone. So, you can be his substitute, right?" He suggested condescendingly. "I tried to bear being your substitute for him for a while. I planned to let him do as he pleased with me at first and when he put his guard down, I was going to do as I pleased with him instead! But he just had to go missing at the right time. What a let down!"

Kirill shot a suspicious look at Louis. "Are you saying you have nothing to do with his disappearance?" He asked, determined to find more clues to his brother's disappearance. This could be a good chance despite the danger that awaited him.