BLOODY LOVE'S
Episode 91's

The three men got up immediately. The chairs behind them shifted and fell. Gerald tried to open the door while Hans banged on the wooden window, but no one could open it. They're trapped.

"Suck!" Rolan. The light bulb in the house was swaying gently to the right and to the left, making a terrible flickering in the room.

Something's not right. Rolan immediately felt it. He can no longer hear the sound of fireworks out there, but there should still be several eruptions after the largest one.

Why are we locked up? What's gonna happen? Rolan clutched his black bag with his documents and research papers. His brain was squeezed hard.

"Gerald, Hans, stop!" He shouted right as Hans was lifting a chair to throw at the wooden window. Rolan waved his hand, calling out. The three of them met in the middle of the room, next to the table.

"Hurry up and show me your tattoo" Rolan ordered quickly. His eyes stared intently at Hans and Gerald. "Hurry up!"

Though thinking that the timing was not right, Gerald continued to roll up his sleeves, revealing a tattoo formed in a circle. The shape is only lines that are connected to each other and look random.

"You!" rolan exclaimed at Hans, who had unbuttoned and showed him another tattoo on the left chest. The tattoo is not similar, but is drawn in a circle of the same diameter, with a curved line that is also not broken. There were no letters there, only lines and curves inside the circle, illuminated with permanent ink in the form of tattoos.

Higgins' cottage was shaken violently. The furniture was as if it was about to break. The hinges were creaking horribly, like demanding Rolan to do something.

"You guys, you hold each other's hands, quick!" Rolan gave instructions, while the lighting was still there, though dead. "Not join hands! Form a cage! Yeah, like that!"

Hans and Gerald held each other's hands together. Just as the lights above them broke. It turned pitch dark, but Rolan had already darted in between Hans and Gerald holding hands.

"Well, we sit down slowly, so that the balance does not waver. Don't let go of each other's hands" Rolan said. He continued with a trembling voice, "If you can close your eyes, then close them. No matter what happens outside, no matter how strange a figure you will see after this, do not let go of the handrails! Never have! You understand?!"

"Yes, Doctor!" hans and Gerald exclaimed steady. Although they were afraid, all they could do was believe.

"I can't close my eyes" Hans said after a while. There was horror in his tone. His voice trembled. He wanted to close his eyes or look straight ahead, but the tail of his eyes instead moved wildly sweeping the darkness around him. The lights were completely dead, and the hut was covered in total darkness, with an odd sound of wooden crackling. It was as if someone was sitting near them.

"I can't close my eyes either" said Gerald more calmly. He actually also felt afraid, but hearing his partner panicked, he felt it was not good to further aggravate the atmosphere. "Calm down, don't let go of my hand. Doctor, is the doctor still there?"

"Of course it still is. I am among you! You're gonna touch my feet! I'm the only one who's unprotected" murmured Rolan, still clutching tightly to his bag. "Remember, whatever you see or hear, don't let go of your hands."

"It looks like it's safe now" Gerald said. Indeed, there were no more crackling sounds around them, and the illumination had already returned, albeit dimly. He could see Hans confused face, and also saw how Doctor Rolan was sitting hugging the leg, with a black bag nudged in the embrace. "Can we take our hands off?"

"Don't." Rolan has not moved from his place. Breathing snorted. "Don't let go until I say. Don'tdon't move. Don't get up."

"Yes, I heard it too" Gerald said, and it sounded calmer.

"Oho, gentlemen, remember what I said? Don't let go of your hands, no matter what." Rolan started to worry. The hut began to shake again, like being in an earthquake simulation room. "Even though the one outside was indeed Marco, he had already given up complete control of the two of you to me. So, just obey my orders for tonight."

"Doctor, Mr. Marco is in danger!" gerald was worried. His hands twitched uneasily, but did not release his grasp from Hans. The voice he heard grew louder, calling out in panic.

"What is this really about?" Hans started to mutter. Heart's smashing. "Didn't the doctor hear it?"

"Mato's voice?" Rolan. "Of course listen. He was screaming at us in anger. Well, now he's asking for help."

"If the Doctor hears, it's not a trick, is it?" Gerald's restless. His main task is to look after Marco, not to hold hands with Hans in a cramped cabin. Even so, the space that shook and the sounds of the wind flashed scared him to let go of his hand. The lights started to turn off again. "We need to get out right away! Hans and I can break down the door!"

"Yes," Hans said. "Strong army! I'm sure Master is in danger!"

"Look," Rolan hastily blocked the man's second-hand link, trying not to squash in the middle of the two burly workers' bodies. "Think, Marco ... Your master was .. could he be shouting for help? Even if she was beaten to death, you think she'd scream like a girl?"

Of course not.

It was quickly realized by Gerald and Hans. Even if anyone could kill Marco, they were sure that their master would welcome his own death with a laugh. That is the person they serve. Marco never wanted to show fear to others.

"I heard it too, but I'm sure it wasn't Marco," Rolan said again, trying to persuade the two men to obey his orders. "And it's not Jose!" the thrill immediately as the sounds outside changed. "Whoever is outside, he failed to fish with Marco's voice, so now using Jose's voice!"

"We understand" said Gerald before Rolan screamed again. "Little Master wouldn't scream like that either."

Hans nodded. He is still confused, but he also argues that Jose will not scream when there is danger.

Realizing that the two workers had calmed down, Rolan again reminded them not to let go of each other's handrails. At that moment, the hut was shaken very hard, like being hit by a mace. Then there was the deafening sound of screams. This time it wasn't Marco or Jose's scream. Not even a human voice.

The feathers of Gerald bristles. He felt all the hair on his body being pulled together. His eyeballs moved by themselves staring to the left, staring directly at the figure of a peyot face that opened its mouth, spewing out white smoke.

Gerald shrieked in horror. Later Hans. Randy could not find his voice.