Wait! How Did The Stray Dog I Picked Up Turn Into A Man?! Chapter 43: That’s why you’re still going around screwing me

I had no idea what he had put in my mouth but I was out of breath. I needed air. I needed to breathe, so I unwillingly swallowed what he had put in my mouth, and seeing this, he let go of .

Zane also got off and I sat on the floor, heaving and gasping for air while coughing. I had to get it out even if I had to throw up.

I planned to put my finger in my mouth to cause to gag but Mark grabbed my hand, glaring at , and asked,

"What are you doing?"

He looked frightening.

"What... Did you feed ?" I asked and his glare lightened into a smile. "I fed you sothing that would make you feel good." He said. "It’ll take a few minutes to take effect but who cares?"

My body trembled and I clutched my arms. I felt every hair on my body stand. I was scared. What was he doing? Would he stoop to that level?

What did I ever do to him?

I began to cry again.

"Please, let go." I said and grabbed his pants, pleading for him to let go.

If it was him, I knew he was a man of his word. And if he said he was going to ruin then he was definitely going to do it.

I didn’t want to do it with strangers. Maybe it wasn’t so scary when I had one-night stands, but if it was people my brother was bringing in then it wasn’t going to be good.

They would torture and I... May die. His aim was to see in despair and watch take my own life and he would do anything to achieve that.

"Are you scared?" He asked and I nodded. "Why though? Do I scare you?" He asked but I couldn’t nod, and I couldn’t shake my head either.

I was too scared to respond to that.

"You know, I always wondered what you homos love about screwing other guys asshole," he said, addressing Zane. "Is it more fun than when you do it with a woman?"

Zane shook his head and said,

"I’ve done both but there’s this tightness inside a man’s ass that makes it feel like you’re on your way to paradise. The deeper you go, the better it feels."

"Isn’t it the sa with a woman?" Mark asked but Zane shook his head.

"No, it’s different. That’s why they say, when you taste a man’s ass for the first ti, it gets hard to go back to screwing won completely." He said.

"That’s why you’re still going around screwing n even when I have you that hot lady, you ungrateful brat." Mark said, and Zane darted his eyes away, looking guilty.

Mark glanced down at as I heaved and cried. My insides were starting to feel hot and my throat felt dry. It was a condition similar to a fever and I hated it.

I wanted to go ho. I wanted to get away from these people. I was scared.

"Ah, it looks like the drug is finally taking effect," he claid and then squatted down. "I always wanted to take the liberty of destroying you with my own hands and truth be told, I never saw you as my brother. From the day that man picked you, I saw you as a foe that I would destroy with everything I have."

He grabbed my chin and looked in the eye, but my vision was becoming blurry, so I couldn’t see his face clearly.

The drug was so strong. I felt I was going to die.

"I want to see you crumble underneath . I want to destroy you with my own hands. So, let’s do it like this. Make a choice." He said. "I’ll have three n co in right now. Three n with quite the size in their pants and I’ll sit over there and watch you crumble under them. Or you’ll do at least one good in your life and satisfy my curiosity as to what a man’s hole feels like."

My hazy eyes widened. Ah, those disgusting words were enough to bring back to my senses. He said what?

He wasn’t just evil, he was a bastard. He was the devil and now he wanted to practice incest after drugging ? And what? It was his way of showing grace?

I would rather get fucked by random strangers than have him do whatever he wanted with .

"So, what will it b--"

I spat on his face before he could finish his words and that shocked everyone there.

"Fuck you." I cussed at him and the next thing I knew, his hand had landed on my face with a hot and heavy slap. "No, brother. It is I who will fuck you." He said and dragged up from the ground, throwing on the table and my body crashed on the bottles.

So broke and pierced into my skin, but the pain was dull. It was probably because of the drug he had fed .

I watched, with my eyes barely open as Mark cleaned the spit off his face with a handkerchief. And then, he started laughing.

What was so funny?

"You know, it’s really funny, brother." He said. "In all the years I’ve wanted to ruin you, I have never raised my hands on you. But today, you were able to push that far. Congratulations."

He started getting closer, and I tried to keep our distance. I could hardly see but I was going to try my best.

I didn’t want Mark to have his way. I would never let it. I’d rather be dead than have him do anything to . He was so disgusting, trying to lay his hands on his younger brother.

"Now," he grabbed my feet. "Stop this annoying ga of tag and do sothing you’re good at." He grinned. "Go on, spread your legs."

(This guy is so disgusting, I can’t stand him. How should he die?)