Please get me out of this BL novel...I'm straight! novel Chapter 76

Chapter 76: ’Run!’

A slow, deliberate clap echoed through the clearing.

The sound was almost mocking. It carried through the still air, each impact reverberating like a taunt.

"Well, well, well... what do we have here?"

Florian’s blood ran cold.

His breath stilled, his heart stopped—just for a second.

’How did he get here?’

Dread curled around Florian’s spine like ice, slithering into his veins and locking his limbs in place. Slowly—like any sudden movement might shatter him—he turned his head.

And there he was.

Arthur.

He stood just a few feet away, arms crossed, the ever-present smirk on his lips twisted into something darker. Amused. Cruel. His golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction as he surveyed the scene: Levi bleeding, pinned to the earth, and Florian frozen in place, panic carved into every line of his face.

Arthur chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "You know," he drawled, "for a while there, I actually believed you." His smirk widened, razor-sharp. "Your little act was almost convincing. The way you looked at us... touched us. So desperate. So needy."

Florian’s stomach churned, bile clawing its way up his throat.

Arthur tilted his head, curiosity flickering in his gaze. "But Charles—Charles is smarter than that. He should’ve seen through you immediately. Yet somehow, you had him eating out of the palm of your hand. That’s what I don’t get."

Florian clenched his jaw. ’Don’t react.’

Arthur’s expression hardened, and he took a slow, deliberate step forward. "Tell me, Your Highness," he taunted, "what did you say to make him fall for such an obvious trick?"

Florian forced his features into something cold, unreadable. "I don’t know what you mean."

For a fraction of a second, Arthur’s grin faltered—but only just. He let out a laugh, sharp and cutting. "Playing dumb? Cute." His voice dipped lower, dripping with venom. "But it doesn’t matter now. Because I’m going to drag you back to the hideout and fuck you until you beg me to stop."

A wave of nausea slammed into Florian. His breath hitched as cold sweat slicked his skin. Arthur wasn’t bluffing. He never bluffed.

Arthur’s gaze darkened, predatory. "I’ll make sure not even the horniest bastard would want you anymore."

A strangled gasp tore from Levi’s throat. He tried to push himself up, but the moment he moved, pain ripped through him, and he crashed back down with a sharp hiss. His breath came in ragged, shallow bursts.

"Your Highness—" Levi’s voice was raw, desperate. "Run. Get the fuck out of here. Now."

Florian’s entire body locked up.

Run?

His instincts screamed at him to move, to flee—but Levi was pinned, blood soaking into the dirt, staining his clothes in thick, glistening streaks.

’I can’t leave him. I can’t—’

Arthur sighed dramatically, shaking his head. "Still worried about your that little shit? How pathetic." He snapped his fingers.

The ground beneath Levi convulsed.

Wooden branches twisted and surged anew—sharp, jagged tendrils that shot up and pierced Levi’s other leg.

Levi screamed.

A raw, gut-wrenching sound that sent pure terror slamming into Florian’s chest.

"Levi!" His voice cracked. He stumbled forward, instinct overriding thought, but Arthur lifted a hand, wagging a finger.

"Ah-ah, not so fast, Your Highness."

Florian froze, breath shuddering out of him. His fists clenched at his sides, his entire body trembling with the force of his panic. He wanted to fight—wanted to throw himself at Arthur and rip him apart—but he knew it was useless. Arthur held all the cards.

Levi’s breathing was jagged, each inhale a struggle. His fingers clawed at the dirt, his teeth clenched so tightly they creaked. Yet somehow, he lifted his head, his bloodshot eyes locking onto Florian’s.

"Go," Levi rasped. "You have to—"

Arthur scoffed, cutting him off. "Look at you. Pathetic." His gaze flickered to Levi, his lips curling in disgust. "You forgot why we did this job in the first place, didn’t you? Sacrificed everything just to help a wimpy little prince." He sneered. "You make me sick."

Levi didn’t answer. Didn’t even spare Arthur a glance. His eyes remained fixed on Florian, unwavering despite the agony twisting his features.

Florian’s breath came in frantic bursts. His thoughts spiraled.

’What do I do? How do I—’

Tears burned at the edges of his vision, but he forced them back. He couldn’t afford to break. Not now. Not while Levi was suffering.

Not while Arthur was still standing there, waiting to tear them both apart.

Then, like a spark in the darkness, a desperate, reckless thought ignited in Florian’s mind.

If he couldn’t fight his way out...

He would have to outsmart him.

Florian’s gaze flicked to the forest beyond Arthur. Shadows stretched long, creeping over the trees like silent ghosts. If he could just—

Arthur stepped closer. Too close.

The sharp scent of iron clung to the air, mixing with the earthy tang of damp soil. Florian forced himself to meet Arthur’s gaze, his heart hammering wildly in his chest.

"You’re right," he said softly, just enough for Arthur to hear.

Arthur’s smirk flickered, uncertainty creeping into his expression. "Am I?"

"You are." Florian inhaled sharply, fighting to steady his breath. "I fooled Charles. I fooled you."

Arthur’s golden eyes darkened, the amusement draining from his face. His fingers twitched at his side—a subtle but dangerous sign.

Florian took a step back, slow and measured. ’Stay calm. Just keep him talking.’

"But you know what I don’t get?"

Arthur arched a brow, intrigued despite himself. "What?"

Florian’s lips curled into a slow, deliberate smirk. "How you let me do it so easily."

The words hit their mark. Arthur’s face twisted in a mixture of rage and disbelief. And that was all Florian needed.

He ran.

Florian ran.

The forest blurred around him, branches whipping at his face and arms. The pounding of his heart drowned out everything else—except Levi’s voice, cutting through the chaos like a desperate plea.

"Run the other way! Don’t fight! Your Highness, please!"

But Florian didn’t listen. He couldn’t.

There was still one more thing.

Arthur’s heavy footsteps thundered behind him, gaining fast.

And then, confusion flickered across Arthur’s face—so fleeting it was almost imperceptible. Maybe it was overconfidence. Maybe he thought Florian wouldn’t dare.

The original Florian, struggling beneath Arthur’s weight. His hands shoved and clawed, trembling with terror. "Please," the original Florian gasped, his voice hoarse. "Stop."

Arthur’s breath was hot against his ear, his voice dripping with venom. "No one’s going to want you now."

Pain. Shame. Terror.

A broken sob tore from Florian’s throat in the memory, swallowed by the night.

Arthur’s sickening laugh echoed through the darkness.

’No more.’

’Just die already!’

’Fuck!’

Arthur’s voice, sharp and venomous, cut through the haze. "You little shit. You’re going to regret that." _{freewebnøvel.com}

Magic. The shimmering glow around his fingers was unmistakable.

Florian’s stomach plummeted. ’He’s going to kill me.’

’I’m going to die.’