Chương 30: 30. Vent
When Lance smashed that man's face, the others didn't attack him. One of the rules here was that you could fight without weapons, and nobody could interrupt you.
But only one fight at a time, or there would be chaos.
Lance knew all too well that what he was doing now was just trying to prove his manliness after the news he had received. How pathetic he was, but he couldn't control it.
He was already deeply traumatized by the sadistic pleasure others received from him after being kidnapped; now, hearing that the unspeakable had happened to him in another timeline, he was devastated.
And he was a man, not someone being fucked and stuffed with drugs.
A man, not a goddamn dog nor a goddamn gay.
While he was throwing as many punches as he received, both he and the other tall, menacing man were getting more and more exhausted.
Finally, the tall man noticed that this boy just wanted to let off some steam and admitted defeat generously.
Lance then naturally stopped. He himself felt he had at least broken a finger while hitting the man's face. The man wanted to pat him on the shoulder, but Lance flinched and backed up wearily. Being a little gangster for a long while, he noticed Lance's reaction and could imagine that the boy had experienced something bad.
"Hey boy, how about coming with us? We'll go to the strip club next door and vent a bit."
Lance thought it through for a moment; that would be good.
He should just fuck someone. The picture in his head of Paige searching for him and finding him with a girl next to him popped up in his head and somehow gave him some strange pleasure.
"Let's go," he nodded, grabbing a drink someone else had ordered and downing it.
The girl whose drink was stolen wanted to protest, but he just threw money at her.
What a nice feeling, throwing money at people. He chuckled as he remembered Paige stuffing a huge sum of money into the unwilling taxi driver on the first day they met.
The menacing guy he just fought was fixing his broken nose without a mirror and introduced himself as Bayu.
He led him and a few of his brothers to the strip club. Lance was never in such an establishment; it was dark in there and smelled strange, so he never had the desire to roam deeper into this scene.
He was one of the few people on the street and in the orphanage who had no contact with girls; most of the boys he knew with difficult circumstances matured earlier.
It was like he expected; it was obscure, one might say cozy, but he just felt it was disgusting and smelled strange. Too many scents, and most of them were perfumes and weird-scented candles.
The man went to the back corner behind a see-through curtain where a few large sofas were arranged in a big square. In the middle was a couch table with ready-made drinks. They should have made a reservation.
He waited until everyone sat down and chose a spot where he was fastest away from the other men. Lance felt, somehow, that he was starting to have an aversion to the same sex.
'Is it really good after knowing I was fucking raped to go to a dark place with a lot of men?' He tried not to think about it, hating himself for being weak enough to have that happen to him.
Lance needed a girl to lose his virginity, and that was now. He thought he would only feel better then.
A girl came in, winking at Bayu seductively while asking the others what they wanted. Some ordered a few drinks, and some stated their desired girls.
Bayu looked at Lance.
"For him, a small one with big breasts." If the kid wanted to show his manliness, nothing was better than that. Bayu waited until the girls arrived, then went to clean his broken nose in the toilet. When Lance was still instilling courage in himself, he saw a girl enter wearing a small bikini.
When he saw those breasts, he had to unwillingly think of Paige's breasts, imprisoned in the white blouse of her school uniform, and immediately got hard.
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