“Commander! We did it!”
“Hero Blake! You defeated the monster!”
“I want to be a hero like you!”
Blake returned amidst cheers and applause from the people. Yet, even in those shouts, he was reminded of the privileges he enjoyed and the countless sacrifices they entailed. Blake recalled his promise with his friend Adrian.
‘Our revolution must succeed.’
They existed to change this world. Blake had no doubt about this fact.
And then—
—Blake Riverd committed treason against the nation.
—He will be branded a criminal and hung in the square—
—A reward will be given to those who punish Blake Riverd.
Hero Blake was hung in the middle of the capital.
*
“…Aagh!”
Without any release, something forced its way into the unprepared opening. The rough inner walls clenched tightly, biting down mercilessly. Despite his entire body rejecting it, the man ignored this and pushed his way in, invading the tight space with his own.
An unbearable pain surged through him. Cold sweat trickled down Blake’s body. His legs trembled uncontrollably. The pain was on a different level than being stabbed or shot.
The sensation of his insides being torn apart left Blake gasping for breath. The man let out a low groan.
“Tight as hell.”
“Hah, ugh… ugh…”
“Such a sturdy body, I really like it.”
