FreeDom
Dreamtime
"—miss?!"
Who are you calling?
"COME BACK HERE, MADAAM!"
Whahuh?
CITTTS!
Glare.
BRUAKKK!
Eh?
Bugh!
"A... argh?"
Red, everything slowly turned red. Why are you swarming on me?
The deg!
Be ill.
It hurts.
What the hell's going on?
Degh's!
"Ka... you—?!"
BADUM!
Who'sis that?
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The deg!
"ARGH! Ohsh! Ohsh! Hosh!" Maki opened her eyelids quickly, what happened? The woman had just woken up from sleep in a state of cold sweat that flooded all over her body. The figure's face looked pale, his breathing panted. With a look of horror Maki looks from behind the tail of the eye towards the side.
The woman's hand was lifted, tightly gripping the nightgown until the cloth was shabby. Maki felt her heartbeat sounding messy.
The deg! The deg! The deg!
Not bad, long short.
Again the same question arises. What the hell's going on? While eating in the figure of Yolan who fell asleep right next to.
"You....you—?!" the woman suddenly sizzled. His empty bead seemed to imply something, a kind of anger for no apparent reason and was addressed only to a Yolan.
This woman then got up, rhyme and heartbeat began to stabilize but unfortunately her head was dizzy. He did not feel close to the man. The last time that Maki remembered—about Yolan was just a bad experience; when she accidentally vomited right inside the man's mouth. Surprisingly Yolan even looked a little excited.
Disgust. Maki shakes, every time she remembers that. How could this foreign man not mind doing so? Maki means, swallowing all the leftovers in the stomach with an aroused face.
He's psychopathic.
Crazy, totally insane.
Maki leaned her head against the wall, not far from her empty bed— beads dined in the tips of the feet that tread right on the cold floor. The thought of the woman named Maki floated.
Who me?
Who her?
Why am I trapped here?
What about my past?
What is the relationship between us?
Why am I scared?
Nah! WHY IS SHE SCARY?!
Bruk~
Maki slumped down. Both of his legs became limp, unable to withstand the weight. The woman who was still sticking her forehead to the wall experienced a small blister there, because Maki let the object drag just like that until her body fell.
Bugh...
Bugh...
Bugh...
Followed by an awkward voice that sounded faintly later, Maki banged her head against the wall slowly and deliberately. The woman's thoughts were mixed, to the point that she herself did not know what she was thinking.
Everything's chaos. CHAOTIC GLARE.
What do you want Maki?
She shook her head. Mumbled—
"Ti. a.k, taaHu..." (Not knowing)
What do you want Maki?
He again shook his head, when the same question resurfaced. Dropped in his head, like satan—d a subtle whisper that was misleading.
WHAT DO YOU WANT MAKIA!
Don't know! |
"Bae. bus," (Free).
Maki's forehead was bleeding, the blisters that shouldn't have been so widespread. With a slightly torn skin and red color there. Maki rocked, coupled with feeling tired.
It's exhausting.
Maki's tired. He was tired of thinking, his empty bead looked right at the figure of Yolan who was still asleep with a beautiful face.
Why do I hate you?
Ask the inner goddess of the woman. Every time Maki saw the man's face, Maki always felt the feeling of being ignited by a burning fire.
I hate you.
Saying it without being asked, thinking without being told.
"Ak... au Bean..si—" (I hate it!)
Maki stand. Walking slowly closer to the lip of the bed, where it was back— next to the man's body.
The foot stops there. Maki stared again, looking at Yolan's face.
THE JEDAR!
Accompanied by a loud rumbling sound right outside the window of the room. Looks like another drop will rain, maybe a storm. Maki was not affected. The woman's legs lifted, went up to the bed then—
"ARGHH!"
He lunged strongly at Yolan's neck, to the point of making the body owner of the man wake up. His eyes bulged, eating in disbelief towards the figure of Maki who towered his body; put both hands frail as if to—or was indeed strangling him.
"Ha.. nna!" Yolan rebelled, trying to summon the figure of Maki who seemed to be losing his mind with an empty look while refraining from hurting the woman's body.
Tch!
Yolan screeched, why the female energy was getting stronger. Maki ate the cold man who was right under her body, enjoying all the ugly look of the man.
Feel that!
FEEL THAT!
YOU—
YOU TRIED TO HURT MY SON.
DEG!
Maki froze, seeing that there was little chance of Yolan directly taking advantage of it. He turned Maki's body slowly—banging the woman into a pillow and then buried her face there with one hand only.
Yolan thought Maki would rebel, just like he did—or just like Maki who lived in their past. But in fact it's not. One hundred and thirty degrees was different from what Yolan thought.
The strange woman who suddenly attacked him with impulsive feelings fell silent. It barely even made a sound, what happened?!
In a panic, Yolan flipped Maki's body back. Carrying the figure so that it can be seen by the naked eye of his.
"Hanna?!" call Yolan, he sees Maki's empty bead growing blackened. Riding up with a look full of despair, there were tears that had fallen there. The pillow where Yolan smothered Maki's face just now looked a little wet.
Damnit damnit! What happened to this woman! Inner Yolan wondered. Carrying Maki's already defenseless body, before the woman loses her consciousness again.
Maki slowly closed. Swallowed by darkness.
"Hanna?"
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While the gentle breeze stroked Maki's face, the woman sitting right on the bed seemed to enjoy the view from behind the window of the room that was accidentally opened. Curtains swaying. Many people play there, there are also nurses who blend in under the pretext of watching— managed to pull the corner of Maki's lips to go up.
She smiles.
The woman stroked her stomach that was growing more and more. Every now and then he imagined, one day when the figure in the woman's womb came out—Maki would hold her small hand carefully and invite the figure to play.
All day.
Maki promised to give you a good life.
"My son..."
Vanga.
The deg!
"NO!!!!!"
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"What are you thinking?" Yolan asked, the man seemed to be treating Maki as usual. This man ignores last night's incident. Fuck about Maki strangling him. Although he knew the woman would not answer the question Yolan asked.
This guy is still a talking hobby. Monologue exactly.
It's delightful.
It was like talking to a stuffed toy.
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