The Fate of Narendra Women
34. You belong to me

Kamila sat down to contemplate the hallucination just now. Where did that kind of thought come from? He was always the weak side. Always be the one who can do nothing but watch everything in silence. If possible, from the beginning Kamila mastered Iaros and not himself who was controlled.

But ....

Kamila gulped roughly as she looked up at the closed ceiling of the room.

I don't know why he ventured down. Kneeling on the floor, on some of the food and jewelry Iaros brought for him.

Kamila's gaze was fixed on a ring box. His breath was stifled to find a ring with a red diamond that usually could only be embedded in Narendra's fingers.

"I love you, Kamila."

Kamila did not believe in that person's love when she treated Kamila like an animal. But if true, if only a little bit could he, would these shackles come off?

"Iarous."

What does he have but courage now? Even if it turned out to be all just delusion, Kamila had to do something.

"Iaros," he called again. He looked up and hoped the roof would open soon. "Iaros!"

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Meanwhile, Iaros sat staring at the screen as Kamila suddenly shouted. He was silent, wondering what was going on, but soon moved because there seemed to be something he wanted to say.

The floor that was the roof for Kamila was opened by Iaros' permission. Showing her girl immediately wide open holding a ring box between her gifts.

"What's wrong?"

Kamila wiped her flooded tears before suddenly saying, "I-I .. I want this."

There is confusion in Iaros.

Not even two hours Kamila yelled at her, then now she spoke as if she was—

No, wait.

Iaros immediately jumped in panic. Come to Kamila to make sure up close.

"Camila?" Iaros took his face. Staring straight at those flushed weak eyes that were so easily wet.

The day was the same. That day he suddenly acted strangely and forgot everything. Don't tell me he's been through it again!

"Kamila, do you know me?"

He didn't dismiss Iaros. He was precisely clamoring, with the same expression when Iaros touched him some time ago.

This helpless Kamila longed for Iaros as well as Kamila who forgot her hatred for Iaros.

Butwhy?

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There's no way this is real.

Not likely.

But Kamila also did not let go of Iaros. Keep hugging him, feeling the thump of his heart, even if he has to endure disgust and anger.

"Iarous." Kamila continued to mutter in her ear. "Don't leave me. I don't want to be alone."

Iaros moved away and Kamila could not believe that it was the same face, some time ago staring coldly at Kamila's rage.

Now he stared with a weak expression. Her eyes reddened, breathing weakly leaving Kamila's hands on her cheeks.

"It's me" whispered the man. "It's me. Call my name."

Can he really master it? The monster that took Kamila away?

"The monster loves you." Kamila again hallucinated. It felt as if someone was whispering behind him, leading Kamila to hold Iaros' body firmly. "The monster's bowing at your feet. He's your pet. He's the beast for you."

Kamila's breath was rough. He strengthened his embrace. Stronger and stronger until unconscious just gripped Iaros hair.

But as if his hallucinations were real, Iaros was not angry. She hugged Kamila's back tightly, groaning faintly without the impression she was in pain.

"Iarous." Kamila. Finding Iaros' face flushed, smiling at him. "Don't go anywhere. Don't leave me alone."

Iaros lowered his head, peeling his eyebrows. "I'm not going anywhere, Kamila."

Kamila's tears washed her face. But he was starting not to feel weak. He felt perfectly capable of doing everything when Iaros wiped away the tears.

"You love me?"

Iaros' hand was buried in his hair. Clutching Kamila as if she was not tired of standing up and bowing so that Kamila was free to embrace her.

"Just you." Iaros. "Just you, Kamila."

Kamila stuck a bite in Iaros' neck. It was strong until he groaned loudly, and something smelled of rust soaked his lips.

"really. Do that." The hallucinations kept pushing Kamila. "It's not him who holds the rope. You're holding it. She's yours."

Kamila looked up with red lips from Iaros' blood. "You're mine."

Iaros expression shook. As if something shook him, he hurriedly lowered his head, kissing Kamila no matter where there was a trace of his own blood.

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