BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 171

The living room is dominated by maroon. Heavy curtains were covered lining the large glass windows in the room. Sir William stood his back to the window, wondering what would happen this morning. He had encountered many mediums before, and most of them ended up hating him or fearing him. There were also those who tried to fight back for free, only to kneel down and beg for mercy at his feet. One thing in common of all mediums is that they always avoid it in the same instinct as a mouse avoiding a cat.

This was the first time any medium wanted to meet him.

Sir William looked at the girl carefully. The light of the lights danced on Mary's strands of honey-brown hair. The two cheeks of the girl were blushing red, but not from embarrassment or blushing.

Maria is angry.

"Miss Garnet" said Sir William softly. He swung one of his hands towards the beige sofa on their right. The marble coffee table is located sweetly between two sofas and a bench sitting without a backrest.

Maria swept her eyes around critically, as if she was guessing a situation, or looking for a blurry gap if trapped. "I didn't come to sit sweetly with you, sir," she said coldly.

His voice was like the clink of a bell, thought Sir William, enjoying hearing it. "So you'd rather we talk while standing face to face like this?" his reply. He can use more casual language now thanks to frequent visits to the Discussion Building. The place is really useful to make him understand how a flexible communication style so as not to be seen as strange.

Mary still traversed every corner of the room with her eyes, unable to let go of the feeling that there was something strange in that place. The candle lights and crystal chandeliers flashed brightly, flaunting every corner of the room without exception, but Maria felt cold. The temperature dropped as soon as he entered the living room.

Sir William was two heads taller than her so Mary had to look up a little if she wanted to look him in the eye. Deep blue eyes. Staring at her made Maria feel as if she had fallen into a bottomless pond.

Sir William walked first to the sofa and sat there leisurely, like a palace taster trying a glass of wine to make sure that there was no poison in the glass. "Sit down" he said again. The tone is still friendly and polite, but the fur of Maria's hair bristles.

It felt like there was a subtle force forcing Mary to obey Sir William's orders. The girl stepped slowly onto the nearby sofa and sat there.

They kept quiet for a while. Panic swirled within Mary, shouting alarms and asking her to flee as soon as possible. Run away.

But Mary ignored that and strengthened her heart. "I'm asking you to stop this, sir."

"Stop what?" sir William replied with an interested tone, his eyes looking intently at Mary, devoting all his attention to observing every change in expression the girl made.

Maria felt her throat choked, like smoke coming into her throat and making her unable to breathe. Coming here was a stupid thing, he realized it too late. But he felt he had to do it, even though his entire body was chills like thousands of insects. At this moment he felt the same sensation as last night, a sensation that embarrassed him to death.

His entire body was hot, his head was dizzy, and he felt his soul as if it were coming out of his body.

He watched his body, watching his head, which now imagines in detail how he and Sir William were on a stone altar in a castle unfamiliar to him, without clothes. He even seemed to be able to feel how his skin was pressed against the cold stone altar. The man's body was hot, urging him as if to merge their bodies into one. His skin looked pale in comparison to the mocha of Sir William's skin. His nails were stuck on the man's shoulder as their bodies clashed. It can smell their sweat and feel the heat evaporating from their pores.

The voice he heard on the phone last night. Is it Jose's voice? Mary tried to think about the answer to that question, and it worked. The shadow of his body that overlapped with that of Sir William soon faded and then disappeared. Maria closed her eyes, her breathing panted. The whispers in the strange language that always echoed in his head were still weakening and strengthening, disappearing like radio waves.

Maria guessed that she was used or something after the overnight disturbance stopped once Susan came to sow salt. And everything he had just experienced just now confirmed his conjecture. He now realized the man was the culprit. Otherwise, how could Jose have so forbade him to punch Sir William at a party? Maria was sure.

"Stop .. bothered me," he said after gathering all his energy to focus. His bright blue eyes stared intently, not to be outdone. "Whatever you do that makes me. .. makes me this way, stop it. I'm not your toy!"

"I don't understand what you mean, Miss." Sir William smiled lazily. "If you talk about intruding, as I recall that messing up in my house is your best friend. And now you suddenly come with a hostile tone."

"How dare you! Do you think you're talking to an idiot village girl right now?" pasala Maria growled. "You did do something to me. Since we first met, all this time, and just now!" Her cheeks heated up imagining the erotic illusion earlier. "If you don't stop this soon, sir, you'll regret it. Very sorry."

Sir William looked up, wide open. His laughter sounded so amused as if Maria had just threatened to hurt him with a flower of grass. "What are you gonna do, exactly?" tanyanya still laughing. The eclipse was only four days away, making him feel there was no point playing hide and seek with the medium. "What can you do?"

"Well, this." Mary took out a lump of salt from the bag of the dress and poured it over Sir William's face.

The man jumped in shock and sneezed twice, but there was no other more dramatic effect, whereas Maria hoped she would see the man's face melt or anything like that.

"Salt?" Sir William poked his cheek with his index finger and licked it. He grimaces. "You want to cook me?"

"I'll make only that taste you can taste on the bottom of the sea!" reply Maria cold.

That's not a bluff. If Mary risked her reputation, she could have dragged Sir William into a bind and thrown him into the sea.

"My name is Maria Garnet, and no one is allowed to send me anything." Mary rose up and shook her head sharply, continuing in a low whisper, "nothing. Even in a dream!"

Sir William got up at ease. "Guna-guna?" whispered, a little amazed how Mary can stay clear-headed now. "You mean something like this?"

Maria frowned, not understanding what the man meant. But the next second he caught a shadow behind Sir William's back. Black shadows are as close as night and propagate in the same way as the way water flows. From within the scrolls of shadows appeared the heads of horned beasts that opened their mouths and grinned, baring their blood-stained pointed teeth. Their tongues stretched out one after another, and from those mouths came out white foam-covered fertilizers that formed hundreds of human heads. The bald head that cries out to judge the sins of men.

Mary wanted to scream, but could not find her voice.

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