The Fake Son Wants to Live [BL]-Chapter 132 - Bound and taken

Bian shifted in his spot, breath shallow and uneven. No matter how exhausted he felt, his body refused to give in completely. His mind kept jerking awake, over and over, terrified that the moment he let himself sleep too deeply, the farian would disappear and leave him behind like trash.

He blinked again, his eyes dry and gritty. The stars overhead were barely visible past the smoky haze of the ruined skyline. He turned his gaze sideways—and froze.

The farian had laid down at some point.

The bastard was sleeping. Actually sleeping.

Bian stared at him, heart pounding in his chest for a moment—not in fear, but in something harder to explain. The alien prince looked too unreal against the broken earth and scattered concrete, as though the rubble beneath him had been made to contrast with how perfect he was.

His blond hair had come completely loose, spread out like gold threads over the ash and dust. His face was smooth, unwrinkled, and free of the grime Bian was wearing like a second skin. Long lashes dusted his cheeks, his lips parted ever so slightly in sleep. There was a regal sharpness to his jawline and nose, but somehow it all softened in slumber.

’Damn...’ Bian thought begrudgingly. ’That guy has a really nice face.’

His eyes wandered lower, against his better judgment.

The farian’s black armor fit tight to his frame, made from some weird foreign material that clung to his skin like it had grown from it. Bian could make out every dip of muscle, the faint ridge of abs even when the man breathed. He looked like one of those airbrushed statues—only real.

’Is this guy built out of marble or what?’

He let out a shaky sigh through his nose, finally blinking and rolling to his side. His left arm was starting to go numb from laying on it too long.

But the moment he turned—

Something caught in his throat.

Right in front of his face.

A grayling.

Its skin was wet and shiny, glowing faintly in the dark with that nauseating purple hue. Its huge, jelly-like body was almost hovering, blending too easily into the rubble. Bian hadn’t even heard it approach.

He opened his mouth to scream.

A sharp tentacle darted forward.

And plunged straight into his mouth.

Bian’s eyes widened in horror. His limbs kicked, thrashing, but no sound escaped. A horrible pressure clamped down his jaw. His muffled scream echoed inside his own head.

’No! No no no no—what is this?! What the hell—!?’

He flailed, panicked tears pricking the corners of his eyes. The tentacle pushed deeper, disgusting and cold and rubbery. Another coiled around his middle, pinning his arms, lifting him without effort.

His gaze snapped toward the farian.

’Wake up! Damn it, wake up!’

His eyes locked onto the man’s still, peaceful face—completely unaware of what was happening just meters away. Bian’s heart screamed louder than his throat could.

But the farian didn’t stir.

He was being lifted now, higher into the dark sky above the rubble, muffled and bound, silent and helpless.

Bian thrashed with everything he had. His legs kicked out, his arms strained, his back twisted—but the thick, rubbery tentacles held fast. He could feel the tight coil around his ribs tighten with every movement, choking the air from his lungs. His muffled cries reverberated inside his chest.

’Let me go! Let me go! Please, someone—!’

But the tentacle in his mouth silenced everything. All he could manage were pitiful whimpers that were lost in the night wind.

Tears stung his eyes as panic rose like a wave. All he could think of was last time—that first encounter. The grayling that had squeezed his arm like it was paper. The sickening crack that echoed in his ears for days afterward. The agony. The helplessness.

He couldn’t go through that again. He couldn’t survive it again.

’They’re going to crush me. They’re going to kill me.’

His chest heaved with silent sobs as the creature carrying him glided over the rubble, swift and smooth like a ghost. His eyes darted desperately, wildly, looking for the farian.

But the alien man never came. His golden form was nowhere in sight.

Then, suddenly—

He was thrown.

The impact knocked the wind out of him. His body bounced against the cracked earth, tumbling painfully over sharp debris before coming to a stop behind a collapsed concrete slab. He groaned, head spinning, limbs scraped and bruised. His mouth finally came free, and he coughed violently, retching on air.

His hands scrambled against the dirt, desperate, frantic. He tried to crawl, to get up and run—

But a sudden clicking, deep and inhuman, froze him in place.

Bian’s head slowly turned.

From the shadows emerged a dark figure—much larger than the ones before. A grayling. But not just any.

A black one.

Its glistening black body shimmered with a strange oily sheen, and its tentacles twitched slowly, like it was tasting the air. Its high maw opened, revealing rows of jagged, metallic teeth, and it spoke with that chilling, chittering tongue.

"Human."

Bian’s mouth opened in a silent scream. His knees gave way.

He didn’t run.

He couldn’t.

But his instincts screamed Run! And so he forced his legs to move, only to feel cold flesh wrap around him again. Another tentacle. Another grayling.

"No—NO!!" he sobbed, his voice finally escaping, ragged and terrified.

His arms flailed uselessly as he was dragged backward.

"Please—please don’t!" he begged, voice cracking. "Don’t touch me! I don’t want this—I don’t—I’ll do anything just—just don’t hurt me! Please—!"

Tears streamed down his cheeks as his voice broke down further. He wasn’t even sure what he was saying anymore. His voice dissolved into broken hiccups, sobs, and desperate begging.

"Let me go, I’ll listen—I’ll do anything, please just don’t kill me! I’m not—I’m not useful if I’m dead!"

He squeezed his eyes shut. His heart pounded so hard it hurt. His body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

All he could think was—Why didn’t that damn farian save me? Why didn’t he notice? Why didn’t he stop this?

His sobs echoed faintly in the cold air as he was pulled further into the night.