Make Me Moan Mr Therapist.-Chapter 97: Pull off all your outfits and face me.

"Oh, that’s true," Alex replied with a soft chuckle, a warm smile lighting up his face. "I even forgot we had a vacation house. And, well... Lucas and Romeo said they’d be coming back next week. Honestly, I didn’t believe them at first—they’re always saying things they don’t mean. But when they heard I was shot, they got worried. They wanted to come even earlier, so they said in three days they’d be here."

He paused, brushing a strand of hair behind his ear. "Maybe a vacation isn’t a bad idea. We could leave in three days."

"Exactly!" Damien clapped his hands together, a grin stretching across his face. "Now you’re on the same page with me. With Lucas and Romeo coming—our business partners, and also friends, even if we haven’t known each other long—I believe this vacation is going to be a blast."

Oh, interesting. Gabe thought inwardly as he chewed on another bite of fried chicken. I’ve always gone on vacations with Fred in the past. It won’t be bad to go with some fresh faces this time. I need this... before I return to my company and all the chaos there.

"I’m not interested in going on this vacation, though," Fred suddenly said, his voice cool and clipped. His words made Alex, Damien, and Gabe all turn their gazes toward him, eyebrows raised in mild surprise.

"I have things to attend to, so I’ll pass," Fred added, leaning slightly back as if dismissing the idea entirely.

"Of course you’ll come along," Gabe said seriously, leaning forward with intent in his eyes. "You don’t need to exhaust yourself with work. I need a place to relax my head, after all—a place to cool down before I decide on my next steps."

Fred’s jaw tightened. Just what the hell! If I wanted to go on a vacation, I could have gone by myself! Why do I have to go with them... with Damien? He frowned, crossing his arms, clearly conflicted.

Good! Alex thought inwardly, watching Gabe devour another chicken leg with delight. If a decorated room didn’t work, I suppose a vacation will. It might give us a chance to... bond more.

Damien clapped his hands again, excitement practically radiating from him. "I’ll get everything ready, then. You all just need to have yourselves prepared in three days. You don’t need to bring anything—clothes, shoes, or anything else. Everything will be provided at the vacation house. All you have to do is show up. Is that clear?"

Alex’s thoughts wandered as he watched Fred glance away, still slightly hesitant. I want to get closer to Fred too. I don’t know why, but I feel like we could really become close friends if we talk more, connect more...

He smiled faintly to himself, a small warmth spreading in his chest. And yeah... I’m eager to let that happen.

Gabe, meanwhile, was still busy savoring the food, though his eyes flicked toward Fred, silently noticing the tension. He’s trying to act indifferent, Gabe thought. But maybe... maybe this vacation is exactly what we all need to sort ourselves out.

Fred, sensing all their eyes on him, finally allowed a small, almost imperceptible smile to tug at his lips. Fine, he thought inwardly. Three days. It’s just a vacation. I can manage that... I think.

The four of them stood there in the dining area, the energy of the morning shifting subtly—from tension and concern to anticipation. The idea of a few days away from chaos, bullets, and stress seemed almost too good to be true. And yet, it was there, tangible and real.

Three days, Damien thought excitedly, rubbing his hands together. Three days and we get to see how far this little group can grow. How far Gabe and Alex can get closer... and maybe how Fred can finally admit he needs a break too.

Meanwhile, in prison...

"Pull off all your outfits and face me," a male voice barked, thick and commanding, directed straight at Sabe. "Hurry up! I don’t have all the time in the world."

Swallowing his pride and shame, Sabe complied, first pulling off his shirt and then his shorts. The prison guards present immediately burst into laughter, their mocking voices echoing through the high-ceilinged hall.

"I knew he was dickless, but I never imagined he’d be this ugly too!" one guard jeered, laughing so hard he doubled over.

Another guard shook his head, still chuckling. "So you’re actually responsible for the Fetalyn case after all. You killed your mistress... and your bodyguard. Maybe it’s a good thing the judge didn’t order your immediate execution. Life imprisonment suits you—you get to see yourself dickless every day, enduring ridicule from everyone around you."

He smirked cruelly. "Funny how those you harmed outside are here in spirit, ready to teach you a lesson."

Sabe raised an eyebrow, swallowing hard as he tried to control the tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. His voice was tight as he asked, "What else do I need to do before I can be taken to my cell?"

"Shut up and stay right there!" one of the guards barked angrily. "This isn’t your hospital, where you order staff around... or one of your companies, where you boss your workers. This is prison. We make the rules here!"

"Anyway, take your new outfit for the rest of your life," another guard said, handing Sabe a blue top and matching trousers. Sabe took them silently, his hands trembling slightly.

"You can get dressed now, Inmate 204, so you can be taken to your cell," the guard added with a scoff.

"Thank you," Sabe muttered quietly, quickly changing into the uniform before being led through the massive prison hall.

The loud chattering of other inmates echoed around him, mingling with the sharp calls of the prison guards. Sabe kept his gaze firmly fixed on the floor as he walked, trying to shrink into himself, hoping to avoid attention.

Soon, they stopped in front of his cell.

"We’re here," the guard announced, yanking the gate open. "You’ll see how other inmates behave in here. Better get used to it quickly—that’ll help you survive."

"Thank you," Sabe replied quietly, swallowing hard as he was pushed inside. The heavy metal door slammed shut behind him, leaving him alone.

He swallowed again, heart hammering, as he slowly raised his head to look at the other inmates. But before he could even take a proper breath, a heavy punch landed squarely on his left cheek, sending him crashing to the floor. Blood splattered from his mouth, dripping onto the cold concrete.

"You’re that arrogant CEO of that hospital, huh?" a burly man snarled, his muscles taut as he stepped closer. "The one who sold Fetalyn at outrageous prices, to the rich and poor alike—causing people to die from addiction?"

The man jabbed another fist into Sabe’s jaw. "Your Fetalyn killed my sister! She got addicted to it and died. Why sell drugs you knew would destroy lives? I worked as a thug to be able to afford the drugs when she said it was the best sfe had ever used as it was helping her with pains. I had to work extra hard when I realized the drug was even from your hospital so that I could afford him but I never knew I was actually digging my little sister grave."

Sabe coughed up blood, spitting as he tried to respond. "I didn’t ask anyone to get addicted to my drugs! They... they chose to take it on their own. The blame shouldn’t be on me because I did nothing wrong."

But before he could finish, a heavy knee slammed into his stomach, knocking the air from his lungs. Pain shot through his ribs, making him gasp in agony.

"Like seriously?! Fuck! I knew you were a motherfucker, and you deserve every bit of this!" the burly man shouted, his voice filled with pure rage as he began kicking Sabe relentlessly in the stomach.

Two more inmates joined in—one with striking red hair, muscular but not as hulking as the first, and another skinny, bald-headed man—each landing kicks and punches in brutal succession.

Sabe gritted his teeth, biting back cries of pain. Every punch and kick tore at him physically, but the humiliation stung just as sharply. I promise... he thought, gritting his jaw as blood dripped down his face. I will get out of this prison. Gabe... when I do... you’ll regret this. Every single one of you will regret it.

Yet in the midst of the pain, his mind raced—every strike fueled a simmering anger, a twisted resolve. He could feel the laughter, the scorn, the rage in the other inmates—but he also felt something else: a faint, growing sense of fear. For the first time, Sabe realized that the world outside, the power he once held, meant nothing here. He was at the mercy of those he had wronged.

And that realization cut deeper than any punch ever could.