~ Powers of Nations: A Countryhumans Chronicle

▶Chapter:78◀

The chapter:

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3rd person pov:

Ame stirred awake, groggy and disoriented, his head pounding from the remnants of the alcohol and drugs that still coursed through his system. He blinked a few times, trying to make sense of his surroundings. The room was dimly lit, the stale air thick with the scent of sweat and something far more sinister.

As his vision cleared, Ame’s gaze fell on Russ, lying motionless beside him. Russ’s body was limp, his skin pale, and there was a faint but unmistakable sign of distress in the way his chest barely rose and fell. Ame's heart skipped a beat as confusion quickly turned to dread.

"What the hell...?" Ame muttered, sitting up, his movements slow and unsteady. He rubbed his eyes, trying to shake off the lingering haze. His mind was foggy, memories from the night before coming back in broken pieces, but none of them made sense.

His eyes scanned Russ's body, taking in the disheveled appearance, the marks on his skin, and the empty, distant look in his eyes. Panic started to rise in Ame's chest as the memories slowly pieced together. He remembered dragging Russ to that room, the twisted things he did to him in his drunken and drugged state, and the moment he had forced those drugs down Russ’s throat.

"Oh, shit..." Ame whispered, the weight of what he’d done crashing down on him like a tidal wave. His hands shook as he reached out to Russ, gently placing a hand on his shoulder, as if that would somehow undo the damage.

Russ didn’t respond. He was too far gone, his body limp and unresponsive. Ame's breath hitched, fear gripping him as he realized the full extent of his actions. He had pushed Russ too far, had gone too far in his cruel game, and now the consequences were staring him in the face.

"Russ...?" Ame’s voice was shaky, unsteady, as he lightly shook Russ's shoulder. There was no reaction, not even a flicker of acknowledgment. Ame’s heart pounded in his chest, the sickening feeling of guilt starting to gnaw at him. He didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to fix what he’d done.

"Fuck, Russ, wake up," Ame pleaded, his voice growing more frantic. He shook Russ a little harder, but still, there was no response. The fear in Ame’s chest turned to a cold, suffocating panic. He had crossed a line, one that he couldn’t come back from.

Ame sat there, frozen, as the reality of his actions sank in. The guilt was overwhelming, crushing him under its weight. He had never intended to take things this far, never intended to push Russ to the brink like this. But he had, and now he was left with the consequences.

Ame’s mind raced, trying to figure out what to do. He couldn’t let Russ stay like this, couldn’t let him suffer because of his own twisted desires. But he didn’t know how to help, didn’t know how to make things right. The shame and guilt were suffocating, leaving him feeling helpless and lost.

For the first time in a long time, Ame felt a sliver of regret, a tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him that he had gone too far, that this wasn’t how things were supposed to be. But it was too late for regrets now. The damage was done, and all Ame could do was hope that somehow, someway, Russ would come back from this.

Ame hesitated, his hand still resting on Russ’s shoulder. He couldn’t bring himself to move, couldn’t bring himself to leave Russ like this. For a moment, he just sat there, his mind blank, the guilt and shame eating away at him.

"Russ... I..." Ame started to say, but the words caught in his throat. There was nothing he could say, nothing that would make this right. All he could do was sit there, paralyzed by the weight of his own actions.