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Sal was on his way back home when suddenly a shadow appeared blocking the road, then the second shadow and the third one... The narrow, enclosed road surrounding him, Sal did not know how to escape this situation, he intended to live a quiet life so he did not think about studying countervailing skills, a stupid decision.
Sal took a few steps back, rolling his eyes around, unable to identify the identities of those in front of him. They all covered their faces, all black. Sal was not sure who now had thoughts of hatred against him that hiring assassins to kill him. After a long silence, Sal spoke up

"What do you want?"

There was no reply from those three strangers.  They blocked all of Sal's escape routes.  The middle guy walked slowly to Sal and swung a punch at his jaw, causing him to fall to the ground. Before Sal could react, another punch straightened his stomach, creating a feeling of constriction to nausea, Sal gasping. After a few brutal punches, Sal could barely survive, limbs trembling and his eyes faded.  Perhaps he had lost consciousness, his breathing was uneven.  .  .  It was only when Sal was completely motionless at the blows from those three men that there was a sound telling them to stop.  The owner of the voice slowly walked towards Sal.

The man used his right foot to lift Sal's face, it was undeniable that his eyes were beautiful, sparkling and deep blue.  And then those eyes opened wide.

"Travis?"

This was such an unexpected situation which made Sal confuse, he had never met Travis before, never caused any enmity with anyone, so why would he be beaten for any reason?

"I wonder why Larry is watching you."

Larry watched him, why?  Sal did not understand what was going on.  Just a few days ago he met Larry and then his peaceful life turned upside down. Suddenly there were noises, three henchmen accompanying Travis fell to the ground in turn, motionless, white eyes.
Travis smirked, he seemed to have made someone crazy.

"I guess it's not wrong, you are one of his pets.  "

"... "

Sal muttered without a word.  His eyes dimmed and his head ached, then he was only aware that his body was being lifted, Sal was carried away, he tried to see who it was but quickly fell on his shoulders.

Sal woke up in a dark room and had no windows, covering the room with gloomy dull.  Slowly, Sal tried to step down from the bed, suddenly the pain from all the bruises on his body struck at the same time causing his body to wobble. But Sal didn't fall, a strong arm held his waist and carried him on his shoulder.

"What are you doing, let me down!"

"You're so noisy"

Larry's voice, damn it, being beaten to death could not escape from him.  But he saved Sal anyway.

"Where's Travis?"

"You still worry about that guy?"

Larry got angry again, his hand tightened over Sal's waist, the bruise behind his shirt throbbed again, and Sal couldn't help but moan.

"Ouch..."

Larry stopped in front of the bathroom, opened the door and slowly lowered Sal. His voice was cold and determined.

"Undress.  "

"Huh? For what? "

Sal became wary of Larry's strange offer, which made him more and more confounding.

"To heal your bruises, undress and sit in that bath"

Larry gradually became impatient with the blue-haired boy.

"Do you think bathing with water will cure me ??"

"That's not normal water!"

Larry grabbed Sal by the collar and clung to the wall, leaning close to his face, his hand still not letting go of Sal's shirt.

"You can't take it yourself, then I take it off.  "

Larry threatened, his hands were rudely ripped off the buttons, despite Sal's resistance, because Sal was too weak for Larry's muscles now.  Soon Sal's clothes were scattered on the floor, he trembled with his hands to cover his soft slender body.
Larry stood a few seconds before pulling Sal into the bathtub.  Indeed, the water in the tub was able to heal, Sal soaked himself in the water and there was no more achy pain.  The warm water made his body relaxed, the aroma of herbs wafted Sal to sleep gently.
Sleeping when Larry, who just ripped off Sal's shirt, standing beside was a stupid decision. But Sal could not resist the sleepiness...

And when Sal woke up again, he saw himself laying on his bed in his room. Is this just a nightmare?