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It was a night filled with pain and darkness, as Haohao slowly endured his extreme breakdown. He tried to sleep, but every time he closed his eyes, the laughter of Da Shewan echoed relentlessly in his mind, like a haunting melody that denied him any peace.
Haohao kept waking up, his heart racing and breath quickening. Sometimes he couldn't distinguish between reality and dreams; upon waking, he seemed to find himself back on the streets of Pingtung, surrounded by the most shameless and vile scenes that filled him with humiliation and disgust. He saw entwined bodies, heard lewd whispers, and felt nauseating touches.
With another blink, Haohao returned to reality, still haunted by fear and revulsion. Each transition between dreams and reality felt like an endless torment, leaving him unable to find even a sliver of calm. He felt trapped in an inescapable nightmare, struggling in vain against the suffocating grip of despair.
However, his phone vibrated incessantly—another harassing message from Da Shewan. The glaring light of the screen flickered in the darkness like a merciless reminder that this nightmare was far from over.
Haohao's hands trembled as he hesitated to pick up the phone, but the relentless vibrations demanded his attention. His heart was filled with helplessness and despair, tears streaming down his face and soaking his pillow.
"Why... why is this happening to me..." Haohao whispered to himself, his voice heavy with pain and hopelessness. He felt utterly destroyed; his inner defenses had crumbled, leaving him powerless to confront it all.
Each vibration felt like a sharp blade stabbing into his heart, making it hard for him to breathe. Haohao sensed he was on the brink of suffocation as fear and anguish reached their peak.
"Anthon... where are you..." Haohao called out helplessly for Anthon's name, but he knew that at this moment, he was alone in facing this endless torment.
The darkness and silence of the night enveloped Haohao in profound loneliness and helplessness; his heart was filled with pain and confusion, unable to find any escape. He could only let the tears flow freely, allowing this suffering to spread within him, impossible to shake off.
Through this endless pain and torment, Haohao slowly endured the night. His spirit was thoroughly shattered; he could no longer find any hope or peace. He knew that at this moment, he had been completely destroyed and could never return to who he once was.
The next morning, Anthon woke up feeling a bit weary but still struggled to sit up in bed. He picked up his phone and saw a message from Brother Jie that read: "I've already contacted our brothers in Pingtung. They will investigate Da Shewan's background during this time, and someone will keep an eye on you both. You don't need to worry too much."
As Anthon read those words, warmth surged within him. He felt immense gratitude and relief; Brother Jie's message gave him a sense of security he had never experienced before. He knew that even in this unfamiliar place, there were people silently protecting them from behind the scenes.
Anthon felt a mix of admiration and awe for Brother Jie’s commanding presence, tears welling in the corners of his eyes. The feeling of being protected and cared for eased much of his inner worry and fear. He realized he was no longer fighting alone; with Brother Jie and his brothers' support, he felt less afraid of whatever challenges lay ahead.
Taking a deep breath, he sensed a new strength surging within him. He knew that no matter what happened next, he had to face it with courage because they were not alone.
Gently gripping his phone, Anthon replied to Brother Jie: "Thank you, Brother Jie. I truly appreciate your help."
Setting his phone down, Anthon walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and let the sunlight pour into the room, bringing a touch of warmth. He resolved not to let fear and worry control his emotions any longer; he would face everything ahead with a positive attitude.
“No matter what happens, we will get through this together,” Anthon silently vowed, feeling prepared for the challenges that awaited him.
Just as Anthon began to feel a sense of happiness and relaxation, his phone vibrated suddenly, indicating an unread email. Frowning, he opened the email app and discovered that the message had been sent late last night. It was unsigned, with the subject line reading: "Shocking Depravity! Handsome Guy Reduced to a Human Toilet!"
At first, Anthon thought it was just another boring pornographic advertisement. He usually didn’t indulge in such things and was about to delete it without a second glance when he noticed the end of the subject line: "Exclusively for you! Dear Mr. Anthon!"
His heart raced as an ominous feeling washed over him. After hesitating for a moment, he clicked on the email. The contents sent a chill down his spine.
The body of the email contained several blurry images and a link to a video. The images depicted Haohao in intimate interactions with some strangers, the scene chaotic and disturbing. In the pictures, Haohao's eyes were vacant, wearing an eerie smile as if he had completely lost himself.
Anthon's fingers trembled as he tried to convince himself it was just a prank, but the fear inside him made it impossible to remain calm. He felt as though all the blood had drained from his body; his scalp tingled, and his breathing quickened.
"This... this can't be happening..." Anthon whispered to himself, trying to regain composure, but the images and video were etched into his mind like a brand. The thumbnail of the video terrified him further; Haohao's strange smile seemed to mock him, making him feel nauseous.
Shaking, he clicked on the video link. The screen displayed scenes that left him in disbelief. Haohao was forced into repulsive acts while those around him wore expressions of twisted delight. Yet Haohao's face was blank and dazed, as if his very soul had been stripped away.
"What... what is going on..." Anthon's voice trembled, filled with helplessness and despair. He didn't know how to face this sudden blow; everything before him filled him with immense fear and disgust.
Anthon took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. He knew this matter could not be handled lightly; he had to be cautious. He quickly recalled the events of last night, Haohao's terror and unease upon returning, and now everything seemed to have an answer. This email was undoubtedly a threat and humiliation directed at them, and the hidden hands behind it were likely Da Shewan and Pig's Feet.
"I can't let them succeed..." Anthon silently vowed to himself. He decided to immediately find Haohao and check on his current state. He felt as if he were trapped in an inescapable nightmare, each step filled with fear and anxiety.
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