a gorgeous white by Heather_anare

296: Forgotten enemies

Moulin sees the leering eyes from above him. Those group of sleazy gazes intends to strip him bare for their own selfish reasons. Leaning on the poorly built balcony, it almost looked like the wood would snap under the force of their arms and hands. Puffing out clouds of smoke from their mouths, the men chattered with each other and whispered in the ears of the people they imprisoned in their arms. The captives didn't look unwilling either.

Currently, Moulin and the others were led towards the building, three stories high, decorated with the light of orange and red giving off a provocative vibe along with the strange haze that enshrouds it. It appeared to reveal itself from the fog. At least, it is what Moulin thinks. People were walking around the area, some drunk while others looked as if they were stuck in an endless daze, gazing into the hypnotizing red light of the structure. Moulin narrowed his eyes suspiciously. Indeed, not a single thing is right about the place.

"Keep moving..." The man forcibly pulled Moulin forward, making sure his act was believable as soon as they reached the building entrance. Multiple eyes were studying them as they passed like predators assessing their prey. Moulin and the others ignored them no matter how uncomfortable it was. They must focus on their mission.

The entrance was an open doorway, no doors or curtains concealing the dark tunnel-like interior. However, there were people, armed and buff, guarding the entrance. The tallest and most suspicious-looking man stepped forward and faced Nhero, who was the person at the lead of the group.

"State your business..." He said. Moulin almost wanted to raise his head and cock a brow.

Nhero was composed as he looked at the man straight in the eye. There was not the faintest presence of doubt in his eyes. He answered. "We've brought captives from the boundary. New... flesh."

Moulin felt Jagra flinch behind him as the last word was spoken. Moulin could agree. It was beyond unpleasant to his ears.

The man facing Nhero raised his brows. He tilted his head to look at the 'captives' himself. "Why are they hooded?"

"Ah, you see. I've caught good ones this time. I ought to surprise the mistress." Nhero replied with pride in his smile. His confidence annoyed the man.

"Hemp, I shall see for myself..." He walked past Nhero, bumping Nero's shoulder in the process. He left a smug glare as he eyed the people tied in a line. One by one, he rudely pulled down the hood concealing the men with Moulin.

"Hm..." The man raised his brows.

He looked convince, Moulin thought. Just when he felt the man would pass by him, the man paused. He slowly turned his head towards Moulin. It was clearly a man, he thought. However, the distinct slender curves made him think twice. He raised an eyebrow curiously. Moulin wanted to yank himself away from the man's gaze, but he couldn't.

The man reached out his hand and pulled down the hood forcibly. Moulin inwardly made an irritating sound as his face was revealed. The locks of silvery hair fell down his forehead as he lowered his gaze.

The man widened his eyes. He raked his gaze all over the young man's face, and when it wasn't enough, his filthy fingers grabbed Moulin's jaw and forced the youth to meet his gaze. Silver eyes, fair skin, exquisite face. The man couldn't help but whistle. Indeed, what a catch this was. This young man could rake in tons of benefits to them.

"Don't touch him..."

Moulin glanced at Jagra, who was glaring daggers at the man holding him. The man seemed to find his ferocity adorable. He let go of Moulin and then grabbed Jagra's hood down. He lets out a satisfied hum. "This one looks good too. You think about what happens to yourself, little man. You might end up like your friend here. For what we have planned for him, you won't like it."