Returner Fantasy

Chapter 205: More Than Friends - Part 6 (Violence)

"Let’s go—ZAP!—Argh!"Before Liam could even glance back at her, Klea lunged at him, holding a taser in both hands.

A surge of high-voltage electricity shot through Liam’s body the instant Klea pressed the taser against his back—strong enough to instantly knock him out and make him wet himself.

Liam collapsed unconscious onto the ground, his body still twitching as the wet stain on his pants continued to spread.

Klea, meanwhile, only grew more terrified while staring down at Liam. Her hands trembled as she continued gripping the taser, while her legs weakened until she nearly collapsed—until Jeff appeared behind her and caught her in his arms.

"You did great, Klea," Jeff said as he tightened his embrace, trying to calm her fear and ease both her worries and guilt.

Jeff, of course, had never let Klea out of his sight. He stayed in contact with her, hiding nearby while she waited to meet Liam. Then he continued following them from behind as they headed toward what used to be the FGH organization’s clubhouse.

Yet despite knowing Jeff had been watching over her the entire time, and despite knowing the group of masked men waiting at the clubhouse were Jeff’s acquaintances, Klea still couldn’t help feeling scared—and guilty for agreeing to all this just to get back the videos Liam had of her.

Liam might have had a disgusting fetish for getting the girls he liked into NTR, and he might have even tried to involve her in it.

She might want to break up with him and be with Jeff. But even then, Klea still couldn’t say Liam had done enough terrible things to deserve getting hurt.

"Sob..."

Overwhelmed by her emotions, Klea began to cry as she turned around and hugged Jeff, burying her face against his chest and muffling her sobs with his shirt.

"This was his fault to begin with," Jeff said, patting her head and caressing her back. "Besides, it’s not like something bad is going to happen to him."

Hearing Jeff’s reassurance, Klea finally raised her face and looked at him with teary eyes, slowly beginning to calm down—until she heard two familiar voices and a few remarks that made her uneasy again.

"Only if he cooperates and gives us what we want," said the first masked man who approached them.

"If he doesn’t, we might have to give him a few punches in his handsome yet forgettable face." Kris said after taking off his mask and hood, then nudged Marc with his elbow to remind him that he still hadn’t removed his mask.

"Right, sorry if that scared you, Miss Jeff’s New Girlfriend," Marc added, teasing Klea in an attempt to ease her terrified expression.

"We can leave the rest to Kris and Marc and go home for tonight, Klea," Jeff said, drawing her attention back to him.

Klea believed in Jeff and trusted Kris and Marc enough to keep their promise not to hurt Liam unless necessary.

However, there was still one more thing she was worried about—something she couldn’t even bring herself to say aloud.

But somehow, Jeff immediately understood what she meant the moment she glanced at him.

"Don’t worry. I’ll have them buried alive if they dare look at it," Jeff said, flashing a threatening grin at Kris and Marc.

"We’re not gonna stoop that low and watch videos of a friend touching—" Marc replied, only to get punched in the gut by Kris before he could say too much.

"We got our girlfriends to help us with that part," Kris added, reassuring Klea that only girls would see her videos, and only if necessary.

Choosing to believe Kris and Marc’s words, Klea once again clung to Jeff and asked him to take her home with him.

But before the two of them could leave, another masked man approached—this time not because of Klea or Liam.

***

"What’s happening, Jeff?" Natan asked, speaking to him a short distance away from Klea, who was being accompanied by Kris and Marc.

"You mean that disgusting trash?" Jeff replied, already knowing that wasn’t what Natan was concerned about.

"I just need your help with the interrogation. Show us how an ex-member of FGH—a former higher-up—does the job," he added, lightly mocking Natan.

"That’s not what I meant," Natan continued, his expression turning serious and slightly terrified.

"How come the members of FGH are dying one after another?"

With Dexter—the current leader of FGH’s generation—suddenly dying less than a week ago, and Natan not only refusing to take leadership but also leaving alongside his group, the FGH organization was slowly collapsing.

However, their downfall didn’t end there. The series of mysterious deaths involving FGH members wasn’t limited to the current generation; older members were dying as well.

All thanks to the FGH archive containing the list of its members that Jeff had sent to Faye—the infamous phantom murderer known as Bunny Lady.

Since Jeff had removed Natan’s group from the list, including their relatives as part of their deal against Dexter, they no longer had to fear for their lives.

But it wasn’t like Jeff could explain that to Natan.

"As long as you all stay away from those being hunted, you’ll have nothing to worry about," he said, both to ease Natan’s concerns and warn him not to get involved with FGH anymore.

***

"Who exactly is Jeff?" Natan asked while watching Jeff and Klea leave.

"Just another pervert," Kris replied before grabbing one of Liam’s feet.

"But he’s become a furious pervert recently, so don’t mess with us," Marc added as he grabbed Liam’s other foot.

Natan thought he was supposed to grab Liam’s hands so they could carry him inside the clubhouse properly. But before he could move, Kris and Marc dragged Liam away without caring that his handsome yet forgettable face was scraping against the stone-covered ground.

"The FGH might be full of trash bastards, but you guys are even more ruthless than them," Natan said, once again shocked by how merciless the Iron Rod Legion brotherhood could be toward their enemies.

At that thought, he began to wonder if they were actually the ones behind the string of murders targeting FGH members.

***

Inside the clubhouse, Kris and Marc tied Liam to a chair before pouring a bucket of freezing cold water over him to wake him up.

"ARGH—!"

Liam shouted both from the freezing cold and the pain from his already grazed and bleeding face.

"Put your mask back on, idiot," Kris muttered after noticing Marc still wasn’t wearing his mask.

BAM!

Marc, however, threw a punch straight into Liam’s face—hard enough to knock both him and the chair onto the floor—before properly putting his mask back on.

"Was that really necessary?" Kris asked, only for Marc to grin before giving his reasoning.

"Of course. That way he’ll forget seeing my face."

"You guys are nuts," Natan said as he picked Liam up and sat him upright again, now with a broken and bleeding nose.

"ARGH—!"

Liam continued groaning in pain without saying anything, long enough for Kris and Marc to grow bored and annoyed while waiting for him to stop so they could properly talk to him.

"I always knew he was a wimp, but this is beyond pathetic," Marc said after seeing Liam start crying.

"This trash probably never got into a fight before—or even got punched," Kris added, starting to reconsider whether he should punch Liam too while he still had the chance.

After all...

"This’ll be an easy job," Natan said, glancing at Kris and silently giving him the chance to land the second—and maybe final—blow.

"For the record, this one’s also necessary to make him understand his situation," Kris said—BAM!—before kicking Liam straight in the gut, sending him crashing onto the floor with the chair still strapped to him.

"UGH!—ARGH!"

Liam alternated between puking and groaning until he eventually broke down crying, his face pressed against the floor, now soaked with sweat, tears, blood, saliva, and vomit.

Natan picked Liam up once again, dragging both him and the chair while carefully avoiding the puddle of puke before setting him upright in front of Kris and Marc.

Still, the two weren’t actually the ones handling the interrogation.

That role belonged to Natan.

"You know who we are, right?" Natan asked, proceeding with the same methods FGH members often used when beating up the boyfriends of girls they were hunting.

"Sob..."

Liam continued crying, forcing Natan to step things up.

He grabbed another bucket of cold water and drenched Liam again—not only to jolt him awake, but also to wash away the disgusting smell of vomit.

"Answer unless you want to get beaten up again," Natan warned.

This time, Liam nodded while trembling from both fear and the cold.

"You know who we are, right?"

"You’re... sob... the FGH... argh..." Liam stammered between sobs and groans.

That’s half the objective secured, Kris and Marc thought as they exchanged glances.

Capturing Liam and framing the FGH organization for everything—that was the first half of their plan.

All that remained was getting him to reveal where he stored Klea’s videos and deleting them.

Natan continued his act, just like he had done before when stealing girlfriends away from their boyfriends—not that he ever felt guilty about it, since he genuinely loved those girls and wanted them for himself.

"You’re the one who wanted your girlfriend NTR’d, right?"

"Yes... sob... do whatever you want with her... argh... just let me go..."

Hearing Liam so easily give up on Klea—and even offer her up just to save himself—Kris and Marc could no longer hold themselves back.

Both of them had liked Klea as more than a friend, and neither of them could tolerate the fact that Liam was the disgusting bastard she chose despite both of them trying to pursue her even before Jeff did.

"Don’t overdo it to the point he can’t answer anymore," Natan said, making no effort to stop Kris and Marc when they tapped his shoulder and motioned for him to step aside.

"For the record, this is because I hated your guts since day one," Kris said before punching Liam square in the face hard enough to somehow straighten his broken nose while making it bleed even more.

"And this is because I hate your guts even more now," Marc added before delivering a kick straight to Liam’s groin, knocking him unconscious once again.

***

"ARGH—!"

Another splash of cold water woke Liam up, though the interrogation didn’t immediately continue as he cried in fear and groaned in pain.

After taking a few hours’ break, Natan returned alone to continue the interrogation, while Kris and Marc—along with their girlfriends—headed toward Liam’s apartment, assuming he had hidden Klea’s videos on his personal computer.

"Ready to talk now?"

"Just let me go... I’ll tell you everything..."

"Your ex-girlfriend," Natan said, implying that Klea now belonged to him, just like the rumors surrounding FGH’s girlfriends.

"She told me you recorded videos of her touching herself. Tell me where those files are."

"It’s all in my secret account’s cloud storage..."

"You know what’ll happen if you’re lying, right?"