The Fate of Narendra Women
37. I Don't Like It
"Camila." Iaros patted Kamila's cheeks gently. To force him to get out of the dream world. "Kamila, wake up."
The call disturbed Kamila. Waking up only to find her room filled with purplish pink flowers. "This ...."
Iaros put together a smile. Smacked Kamila's forehead and hugged her. "Azeleah. There's a lot around this place, so I thought you'd like it."
Kamila's eyes were glued to see everything. The flower completely filled the entire corner of the room. It made Kamila interested in descending, dragging the chains behind her body to reach the nearest flower.
Kamila crouches. Touching the real surface of the flower after so long it felt like just looking at the white and silver iron room.
It was hard for Kamila not to smile in relief.
At last.
Finally there is color.
"They live." Kamila buried her face in the small petals of the flower. "They live."
"You like her?"
Kamila. Letting her whole skin touch those flowers that really feel real.
Thought Kamila he was going crazy. I feel so sick of being locked up here. It was much worse than being locked up in a castle, because he could not see any grass.
"I'm sorry, Kamila." Iaros sat down, straddling his feet between Kamila. "I'll bring you more flowers. Just tell me what you want."
Kamila let her body fall into the arms of Iaros. Feeling suddenly weak was so happy.
"I also prepared something else." Iaros turned towards the wall. He flicked his finger, making the room instantly dark, followed by the appearance of a vast, choppy ocean projection. "I can't take you out, but I can bring the ocean to this place."
"Gr."
Kamila jerks. His imaginative figure appeared and laughed watching the projection.
"Look, Kamila. The ocean is so vast and beautiful." The figure looked at him full of laughing impressions. "Look at the sea on the wall that borders you. Next what? Ask mountains. Then he'll display the mountain projection while you're here, kept cooped up, kept shackled. Ask."
Kamila's chest instantly tightened.
He's correct. What's this great? In the end locked up.
In the end, it's shackled. In the end, it is like an animal. What's so great?
"Camila?"
"I don't like it." Kamila turned her eyes to the azaleas in her hands. "That's boring. I don't like."
A strange feeling attacked Iaros. Making him immediately eliminate the image, came breathing on Kamila's nape. "I'm sorry I didn't understand your wish" he whispered. "I'll bring you something else later."
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"I don't like it."
Iaros thinks it doesn't really matter. But when Kamila lay in her arms, asleep again after being satisfied to stare at azaleas, the thought could not escape.
"I don't like it."
Iaros's feeling was uncomfortable. Kamila's eyes, her attitude, and her smile, all started to make Iaros uncomfortable.
She stroked Kamila's hair. Shifting tickled his skin before stopping at the shackles in that hand, lingering stroking him as well.
"Not loose," Iaros murmured almost silently. His hands checked the two otu shackles alternately. Ensuring that no loose parts will be detached or may be damaged.
No sign of the shackles coming off. So why did it feel like Kamila started running from her embrace?
Iaros' hand shifted. Swiping the sweat on Kamila's forehead, then descending saw some red marks on her neck.
Beautiful, Iaros murmured in his mind. Likes the curve of Kamila's neck which he thinks always looks beautiful, full of perfection.
In that silence, Iaros signaled for Mary to come. He understood it just by looking. Handing over the new shackles that Iaros then attach to the beautiful neck.
"I'm sorry." Iaros lowered his head, buried his lips between Kamila's hair. "Sit quietly here, Kamila. No need to do anything."
Longing makes Iaros not lay Kamila down and choose to continue to hold her.
"Shorten the chain's range," Iaros orders his servant.
Maria is moving. Removing for a moment the chain from the shackles of Kamila's hands to be replaced into a short chain of one meter in size which the ends are connected to the pillars of the bed.
That way, Kamila could no longer sleep from the bed.
He could only move when Iaros came to release him.
"I don't like it."
Iaros caressed Kamila's lips. Smiling at the calm face of the girl.
This lip ... can no longer say something like dislike.
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