The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 66
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 66...
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“Uuuhhh ...”
Basri opened his eyes slowly. His vision drifted for a while around the view. Then try to rise from his golek on a soft and fragrant bed full of various sprinkles of flowers.
“Aahhh,” sigh men with a cheque body when they want to lift the body. Pain and pain once jerking the hip joints. ‘Where am I?’ tanyanya while turning her head around the secluded place that she is now being inhabited. ‘What space is this? Since when am I here?’
A room so large. Golden yellow walls of rocks, complete with various decorations in the form of flowers and colorful cloth stretched from one corner to another. Some of the flames emanating from the fireplace were small torches in the shape of human hands, hanging neatly and sturdy with open fingers facing upwards, like the middle of grasping a burning ember. Surprisingly, the fire was very smooth, like the axis of the gas stove, yellowish red without a blackened tail. While Basri himself was on a large plain white-clothed bed, equipped with four bollards set up to withstand the wave of mosquito nets locked the ceiling. Exactly like the beds of the officials of the previous kingdom that was so magnificent and sturdy.
“Am I dreaming?” the man murmured still filled with questions and confusion.
“No,” answered a surprising voice from the right side of Basri. Spontaneous husband Lastri turned to the source of the answer had come from. “You are in my room, Son of Man.”
“S-who are you?” asked Basri stuttered at a beautiful woman. Stand with a charming smile and only wear a white cloth wrapped loosely around his body from the tip of his foot to the chest.
The figure moved closer. Swinging the legs with a drooling step, stroking the part of the fabric that is exposed on the thigh when walking. The answer was then once near Basri, “You were in my room, Son of Man. I'm the owner of this room. How, kasuka, ‘kan?”
Basri wanted to shuffle away and away from the beautiful woman, but the fragrant smell that smothered the man's lungs, as if paralyzing all the power and mind for a moment. He just sat down dumbstruck, enjoying every wisp of the body form on the side.
“Who are you?” ask Basri back. Now it sounds more polite and soft when talking. “Why am I here? Isn't ...”
“Ssttt.”
The tip of the woman's index finger swung quickly to hold the motion of the man's lips screeching, asking not to continue talking.
“It is not important for you to know who I am, Son of Man. Hi-hi,” replied the beautiful figure accompanied by a small and crisp laugh. “Right now, you are my special guest who came and was sent by someone out there.”
“Who? Ki Jarok?” Basri.
The woman did not answer. He merely commented a slight smile and inched closer to Basri. “How, kausuka stay here, ‘kan?” He even asked.
The czech guy shook his head. “You didn't answer my question, Nyai.”
“Is it important?”
“Of course. So that I can call you with a decent designation.”
“Call me with the name you just said earlier, Son of Man,” replied the woman as she pushed forward to clutch Basri's body from the side.
“Wait ...” The man resisted the agile motion of the smooth white arm and the slight downy. “From yesterday you always called me by the name ‘Kid Man’, what it means that you are not—“
“No, New!” Basri. “I need to know who you are and what is the meaning of all this?”
Suddenly the woman's gaze changed instantly. His eyelids suddenly grew bigger with a sharp look. “You dare to reject me?” tanyanya.
“I don't mean like that, Nyai. But ...”
PLOK! PLOK! PLOK!
The woman clapped her hands three times. Then not how long some other figures came to enter the room, in the form of a tall-big man with a face with a scary grim, bare chest and only wearing a black cloth wrapped around the stomach to the knees.
“A-pa this means?” basri asked in astonishment and began to fear.
The woman did not answer. He immediately went down the big bed and spoke loudly to the creepy figures. “Bring him to look around! Make sure, after that he will no longer dare to act in defiance against me!”
“Good, Queen Galimaya!” answer in unison the figures immediately moved quickly to approach Basri, then pulled the rough body of the squeaky man from the top of the bed. Instantly, a thick, white cloth covering his body released opening all his aura, clearly visible in front of the eyes of the woman named Queen Galimaya.
“Hey, what do you want to do to me? Release!” basri shouted thrashing in the middle of the pull of the sturdy and strong hands. Then he called out the female figure he had just heard her name earlier through the creepy figures. “Queen, please let me go! I'd like to talk to you!”
“Shut! Just follow our orders and steps, Son of Man!” jolt one of the figures who pulled the rough arm of Basri, while dragging lightly the body of the squeaky towards a place.
“Let go of me!” yelled Basri lirih.
“Shut!”
BUKS!
A hard blow hit Basri's nape. Instantly the man's body staggered weakly and allowed the pull of those sturdy hands, pulling roughly down a long, dimly lit alley. Dragged on a damp ground and smelling fishy, with walls of colored rocks lit up as red as blood.
‘Yes, God! What place is this?’ ask Basri along their steps. ‘The smell is very stinging and rotten. Similar to the smell I once smelled when ...’.
“Aaahhh!”
Basri's body was just released somewhere. Precisely in front of the iron-tested deep niche and only illuminated a small torch inside.
“Look in there, Son of Man!” tell one of the tall figures earlier with a thunderous voice while pointing at the niche in question. “Your fate will be the same as her if you dare to go against the orders of our leader Queen Galimaya! Look and pay close attention!”
In the middle of his condition that was naked and weak, Basri raised his head, looking in the direction of the niche earlier. Like a prison underground and inside there is another figure, standing on a large chain wrapped tightly around the wrists, neck, and legs to force it to straddle wide.
‘A woman ... who is she?’ asked Basri while watching the figure inside carefully. ‘ ... And why did the woman called Queen Galimaya send her men to bring me here? Wh-wh-what for? Anyway—‘
The figure moved slowly while groaning. Looks like fatigue and is so weak. He raised his face, looking at meyu Basri along with the sinister forms that surround him. “T-toloonngg ...” he said softly accompanied by clinking sound of chains that also swayed.
...SERIATE...