Luck's descent (BL)

Luck in money 3

A distinctly delicious scent hit Shane's nose, forcing his eyelids to open slightly. His whole body was in excruciating pain, he felt as if a herd of horses had run over him, and for a while he didn't know what had happened. But once he blinked, his vision cleared and he could see people around him, he recalled. He jerked his hands shackled behind his back against the tree, making sure the ropes were too tight for him to get out of them right away.

He didn't want to draw attention. Firstly, he wanted to familiarize with the situation he wanted to find out how many people were around, if he was the only one who had been kidnapped and if he had anything available to escape.

Blood was running down his forehead, how the guy must have hit him really hard if it hadn't dried up for all night. He was slightly sick at the thought of what would happen if they noticed he was conscious. His thick black hair partially obscured his vision, and he only gently moved his face to the side to see through it.

"Oh, he´s awake!" He suddenly heard a voice from the side, where he looked immediatly. The guy who overpowered him due to his strength was looking down on him and gave Shane an unpleasant feeling that he should never have come to Rinsel. But he was aware that his opinion didn´t matter.

Shane didn't know what to say, so he just kept silent. He guessed their goal. However, he had no intention to scream or beg.

"Did he recover, boss?" One of the guys ran up to them and excitedly approached him.

Shane gave him a silent glare and looked down at the gnawed piece of meat in his hand. At least he knew where the scent that overcame him was coming from.

"What are you looking at? Are you hungry?" The man waved the food in front of his eyes, whereupon Shane looked down.

He felt incredibly embarrassed, could feel everything hurt, and he was sure that his compass in the carriage was lying, since he really didn't think he had luck. At the least, it was strange that he was caught by a group of Rinsel people and that they knew about his transport yesterday.

"How cute he is," the leader of the group snatched a piece of meat from his subordinate's hand and took a satisfied bite, "what are you looking at?" He was having fun.

"How many Lacrisans did you rob that you have this luck?" Shane wondered.

The guy laughed amusedly: "This luck," he threw the leftovers on the ground, "you Lacrisans attribute everything to luck...I'm just stronger than you, boy. Wait ten years and we can have a rematch," he laughed, "oh, wait, it probably won´t happen." He lightly reached out to him and ran his hand over his cheek.

Shane pulled away and glared at the guy with displeasure: "Don't touch me." He disgusted.

The guy gave him a sickening grin and gently wiped a bit of blood from Shane's cheek. He brought a bloody finger to his mouth and licked it gently as he only wanted to assess the taste, "Pretty sweet...I wonder what your luck tastes like." He laughed.

Shane was disgusted by his words, but didn't react. He just looked at the man next to him who called more guys to join.

"I want you to be a good boy. Then I´ll keep you longer," he promised, "but if you decide to be cheeky, I'll sell you to the biggest scumbag I know." He laughed.

"I see one right here." Shane said.

The guy raised his eyebrows slightly and laughed amusedly. Shane didn't have time to react when he immediately slapped him hard, forcing him to turn his face to the side. The guy was really strong and Shane could feel his cheeks burning.

"Next time I'm going to use a fist, you'd better be polite, otherwise I'll let you get beaten first before we all have fun with you." He clarified.

Shane looked at him again and scanned the guys behind him. Disgust filled his insides, but he tried to stay calm, knowing that panic would only put him at another disadvantage.