MasukLiak’s POV The deep darkness of the night should have brought me a sense of relief. For months, the cover of night had been the only thing capable of hiding my endless suffering from other people’s eyes. Back when the lights finally dimmed in that horrific laboratory, I could pretend for a few fleeting minutes that I was somewhere else entirely. I could tell myself that I hadn’t been kidnapped, that my life still belonged to me. But tonight, the darkness felt fundamentally different. It carried an undeniable danger. Every shadow shifting in the trees could hide an enemy. Every sudden noise could reveal our position to the hunters. Every single step we took into the unknown could easily be our last. Still, despite the terror, I walked right behind Hunter without a single word of complaint. I was tired. Beyond exhausted. But for the very first time, that crushing exhaustion actually had a purpose. We were escaping. The forest around us seemed completely endless. Sharp branches r
Liak’s POVDesperate to distract myself from the silence, I finally stood up and began exploring some of the abandoned rooms near the school grounds. That was how I stumbled upon some old clothes left behind in one of the empty houses in the abandoned village. They weren’t new, and they certainly weren't nice, but they were infinitely better than the filthy, blood-stained garments I had been forced to wear since my time in the laboratory. When my fingers brushed against a simple, dark blue shirt, I paused, running my fingers over the faded fabric for a few quiet seconds. Holding it, the fabric reminded me of a normal life. Of the life I used to have before the kidnapping tore it away. It made me remember a time when I actually had the luxury to worry about entirely insignificant things. What to wear. Where to go. What to eat. I would have given absolutely anything to go back to that kind of simplicity. But reality crashed back over me when I returned to the school and found th
Liak’s POV When Hunter finally looked back at me after destroying the radio, I braced myself for an explosion, but I saw something I completely wasn’t expecting. It wasn’t hatred burning in his eyes. It was disappointment a deep, bitter, and crushing disappointment. That look hurt me far more than any cruel insult ever would have. It cut right through me because I knew exactly what it felt like to be cast aside and discarded by the very people who were supposed to care about you. Unable to face the wreckage of his broken radio or the crushing reality of our situation, Hunter left the building shortly after. He probably just needed to be alone to process the betrayal. Left behind in the heavy quiet, I remained seated on the mattress, staring blankly at the door for long, agonizing minutes. A part of me desperately wanted to stand up and go after him, to offer some kind of comfort. But another, more cautious part reminded me that I barely even knew this man. In the end, I stayed r
Liak’s POV It was as if every single thought required an enormous, agonizing effort just to exist. Every decision felt too heavy to carry. Even the simple act of staying awake had become a losing battle. So, despite the danger, I fell asleep. And for the first time in a very long time, I didn’t wake up screaming. The nightmares still came, of course. They always did. The distorted faces, the mocking voices, the cold sting of syringes, the sterile white rooms, and the rough hands holding me down against my will continued to live inside my head. But that night, something felt fundamentally different. Whenever I woke up startled, gasping for air, the first thing I saw was Hunter. He was always sitting near the window. Always holding his gun tightly. Always watching the darkness outside. It was as if he were personally making sure that no one could ever reach me again. Logically, that shouldn’t have comforted me. But it did. The next morning, I woke up before he even notic
Liak’s POV I braced myself, expecting the worst, but nothing happened. Instead of hurting or threatening me, the soldier simply opened his tactical backpack and began taking out supplies. There was water, food, clothes, medical itemsjust normal things. Human things. Ironically, seeing those ordinary objects made me far more nervous than any direct threat ever could. My mind was so conditioned to cruelty that I simply didn’t know how to react to kindness. I had completely forgotten what it felt like to be treated with a shred of humanity. At one point, he gestured toward a side room that appeared to have been an old locker room. He made clear, deliberate motions indicating water and a bath. It took my overwhelmed brain a few seconds to fully understand what he was offering. A bath. As the realization hit me, my heart tightened painfully in my chest. Panic swelled inside me because I didn't want to take off my clothes. I desperately didn't want anyone especially another s
Liak’s POV The touch triggered a survival alert in my mind and I tried to pull away sharply; in response, he released me immediately, stepping back enough to give me space, without any display of anger or impatience. He simply waited for me to find my own balance. It was then that he picked up a heavy military blanket and draped it over my trembling shoulders. In that instant, the soldier did something that completely transformed the atmosphere of that sterile room: he looked away, focusing on some random point on the wall while I tried to cover myself. It was a small gesture, almost insignificant in the middle of a war zone, but one that carried the weight of salvation he was trying to preserve what little dignity I had left, treating me like a human being when I had already accepted myself as a disposable object. Pointing toward the dark corridor, he murmured a final command. I didn’t know the man’s language, but I perfectly understood the meaning of that door open for the fir
In later videos, the same woman in the white coat repeats what she did before, stroking him, and then slaps his cock hard, making him cum instantly. I feel slightly unsettled watching it. They laugh at something and inject more of the liquid into his vein. In the following videos, I see them fitt
He flinches in fear and I lose patience. I point my gun at him and force him to move. We are outside now, moving through hidden corners. I don’t want to get gunned down like the others. I notice more enemy soldiers arriving and quickly drag the prisoner into a concealed spot with me. We stay hi
I walked a short distance and saw that the two soldiers we had left on guard were down, along with one more enemy. I moved further out and found a similar scene outside: five enemy soldiers and our four men dead. Davis was still twitching in agony. I approached him and he grabbed my uniform, gasp
"You should have stayed in command." Davis glances at Claude, and both quickly look from me to Henderson, who keeps a stern face, as if focused solely on the mission ahead. He is in command of the mission, and that’s how it’s going to stay even though he knows most of those present would have cho







