Chapter 7

He points in the direction they had come from. Then he says:

“You, me.”

And points toward the back again. I stay quiet, thinking. He wants us to escape at night, when the enemies head toward the base where the laboratory was. It’s a good strategy, but I need to know the area before heading out into the night with no direction.

I show him that I’m going to check the surroundings, gesturing with my hands what I intend to do. He nods in agreement. I ask him to stay quiet while I’m gone. He understands. Finally, some good communication between us, even with the bare minimum of words.

I make sure I’m not being followed, but their base seems abandoned during the day. I still have no idea what’s going on inside there and I don’t want to stay here any longer to find out.

I leave the abandoned village around the old school and head into the forest. Kilometers later, I find a river and follow its banks for a few more kilometers. But I stop and think about Liak. I can’t leave him there alone and unprotected, even though I left him a small handgun in case he needs it.

I think we can risk coming this way at night. I have a feeling we’ll reach some village.

I return under the scorching sun. By the time I get back to the old school, it’s already around four in the afternoon. As I enter, I find Liak pointing the gun at me. He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees it’s me, and I smile. He smiles back once he sees me.

He looks different, as if he had just taken a bath. His hair combed back gives him a healthier appearance, and he looks much better than before. I try not to stare at him as he looks at me expectantly.

I explain, in the best way I can, that we can leave at night using the path I found. He looks happy, and I like that.

I go to put my weapon away and catch him watching me. He quickly looks away when he notices. That’s when I remember what I had been trying to avoid thinking about all morning. I glance at the front of his pants while he’s not looking and notice there’s no longer that big bulge. Did what I did help? Shit, why am I thinking about this?

He walks over to the mattress and comes back with some clothes. Pointing at our bodies, he says:

“Change.”

I understand he means change clothes. He’s smart, he thought of that. I ask how he found them, and when he understands the question, he says he walked around the abandoned houses near the school. I admire his courage and smile at him. He smiles back. It’s going to be good to have a smart companion during the escape.

I take a bath and we both change into the clothes Liak brought. Even though they’re a bit old, they make us look more like locals than a prisoner and a soldier, which is good if we run into any checkpoints.

Looking at him sitting there on the mattress, I feel sorry that his father is now in our han

ds, but I decide not to tell him that for now.

The dark blue shirt looks good on him, contrasting with his pale skin and blond hair. I watch him when he seems distracted.

I’m at my post near the old window, waiting for the enemies, when I see him squirming and quietly moaning on the mattress. He always does this when one of those episodes is coming.

I look at him. He looks back at me, then quickly looks away. I instinctively glance at the shorts he’s wearing now. I see the bulge forming. The problem is I now know exactly how big it is because I’ve already felt it.

I just look away, take a deep breath, and try not to think about it.

I watch him stand up and head toward the locker room.

I try not to think about it while he’s in there, but it’s impossible.

Is everything okay?

I try to stay focused on watching for the enemies, convincing myself that’s what matters right now. But the enemies still haven’t shown up, and soon I start hearing his moans from here.

I even close my eyes and try to ignore it, but he keeps going,almost like he’s lamenting. After a while, the sounds stop. I conclude that he finished.

But soon they start again, and his moans sound even more like desperate laments. I get worried and stand up to check if he’s okay. He won’t even know I was nearby.

I approach quietly so he doesn’t notice my presence. It works, because I can still hear his nonstop moans.

Then I hear a slap, more moans after that, and another slap. What the hell is happening in there? I get closer to the entrance and peek inside.

He’s sitting on a chair,the same one I left there for him to take a bath. He’s in the corner, eyes closed, with one hand inside his shirt, caressing his nipples, and his cock out of his pants, being stroked by his other hand. He squeezes hard, using force, still moaning, and suddenly he slaps his own dick and groans even louder.

It leaves me shaken. I pull back. I lean against the wall, completely out of his field of vision. He continues his self-torture, and now I can clearly imagine what he’s doing.

My mind tells me to get the hell out of here, but my body wants to see it again. I look down and my rock-hard cock is completely visible through my pants.

I leave quickly, heading back to my post.

But even here, I keep thinking about what he was doing. I imagine him cumming just like he did in that video I saw.

I shudder even harder, and soon he comes back. I watch him walk over to the mattress. He looks frustrated. It’s already pretty dark in here,good thing he can’t see me like this.

I notice his shorts are still tented in the front. He didn’t finish? What happened?

Fuck, that’s not my problem.