The Virgin Corpse Assignment
Section 67
...THE VIRGIN CORPSE...
...Author by: David Khanz...
...Section 67...
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Basri squinted. Trying to clarify the vision on the figure he thought the woman inside earlier. ‘Who is he? His face is not so clear, because it is covered in tassel hair,’ makes the cheek man while continuously sharpening his gaze. ‘ ... But, it seems like I .. have seen that face before. Over where? Wh who? D-dia ... d-dia .. yes, God!’ She screamed to herself with her mouth wide open and her eyes rounded.
“T-please ... release me...” said the helpless figure back down and face clear.
When Basri was shocked, the creepy-faced creatures laughed.
“K-kesih ...” call Basri mention the figure in the niche which is a cage.
And the figure of the woman raised her face higher and stared intently at the man with the cheque. “S-who's k-you?” tanyanya profound. So tired when trying to speak.
“B-Are you really likeih?”
“A-i ... a-ku ... indeed S-suk—“
“Wake up and walk! Fast!” snapped the form of Queen Galimaya's guard suddenly while pulling on Basri's body lightly. “You don't want to be the same fate as that woman, ‘kan? Huh huh? Ha-ha!”
“Sih!” call Basri back in the middle of a rough push over his body. “That Sukaesih, ‘kan?”
“Street!”
“T-wait!” shouted the female figure called Sukaesih earlier with a weak tone and almost a sigh of sayup.
‘Yes, God! Was that really Sukaesih?’ ask Basri in my heart. ‘Cannot be! Hasn't that woman died long ago? Then why is he here? This is absolutely impossible! But these creatures captivate them for no reason. There must be another reason. That's for sure! And I don't know what it is because of what. Haram jihad!’
While walking following the great steps of the guards of Queen Galimaya, Basri saw not only the woman whom Sukaesih thought was there. There are a few more and of course there are still many tiled there. Women and men. Each occupies its own cage with almost similar conditions. Shackled using a large iron chain in a thin dry body state. Until then he was brought back to the previous special room, Queen Galimaya's room.
“How, Son of Man? You've been looking through everything, ‘kan? Hi-hi,” asked the figure of a beautiful woman who was none other than the leader of a group of cursed creatures. “Infirm, you too will have the same fate as them if you do not obey my orders. Understand you now, huh?!”
Basri did not answer. That fear suddenly ambushed filled the recesses of his heart. And then he fell down, as if to rest in front of the female figure named Queen Galimaya.
THE TRACK!
Queen Galimaya got on the bed. Lay down with a tilted position and head raised on the bench next to the hand. While the other fingers move down along the cloth, pulling a little part of the cover of the legs that overlap. “Come here, Son of Man,” his door later while waving meaningfully. “You are my special guest tonight and certainly not a coincidence sent by the old shaman to come. Isn't that right?”
‘True to my guess,’ reinstated Basri. ‘The special annual ritual that Ki Jarok means apparently is like this. I grounded him to fulfill the crazed desires of the leader of those damned creatures!’
The czech man who from the beginning was in the state of the plain body according to. He got up, got closer, then climbed into the bed and fell next to Queen Galimaya. The basis of the fear that existed, after watching the prisoners in the cage had also caused him to no longer have any choice but to obey.
“Drink this special potion first, Son of Man,” said Queen Galimaya after turning over to get a small glass of strange drink on an antique nightstand next to the bed. So cold and puffing cool steam with a similar taste.
Basri immediately gulped down the contents of the glass. Entering through the cavity of the esophagus, so deep that it cools in every breath. There was a strange feeling that immediately enveloped half the soul of the man afterwards. Malevolence suddenly like jerking, then nanar staring at the beautiful figure at the side full of passion.
Queen Galimaya smiled seductively as she opened the winding fabric that covered almost a quarter of her chest.
“Come ...” the whisper flounders. “Give me satisfaction all night, Son of Man.”
Basri grinned, then muttered warmly, ‘Of course, My dear Lastri ..’ He began to fumble open in front of his eyes with gentle touches.
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Meanwhile at the same time in the rented house of Basri in Kampung Kedawung. After performing Isha prayers and checking on Aryan and Maryam in the next room, Lastri re-entered his own room. The drowsiness that attacked from the beginning of the evening was no longer able to last longer. Then immediately lay down on the bed after previously going backwards to throw small degrees. A moment later, he fell deeply asleep.
Simultaneously, unbeknownst to the occupants of the house, someone slipped in through the front door. Slowly he opened the door to avoid the creaking of long-rusted hinges, then set his feet cautiously on the floor. Then swinging the legs step by step while holding the breath hunting. His eyes moved agilely sweeping every point of view, as if wanting to make sure in advance that the situation in the house was safe and quiet.
‘So she's fast asleep. He-he. Good ....’ imprints the figure. ‘So I no longer need to bother to go to the woman immediately.’
Once it felt safe, he slowly pushed the door of the room. Peek for a while the condition of the pastri that has been rolled over the bed, then immediately enter and do not forget to close the door again tightly.
‘Hhmmm, not too bad for the size of a village woman like her,’ said the figure was again accompanied by a small annoying kekeh. ‘It seems, I can also enjoy the body of a mature brown-skinned woman all night. Hick-hik. That's fine, rather than continuing with the young widow Selasih. Hik-hik.’
Accompanied by a heart beat that constantly held the heat up, the figure sat on the side of the bed, right next to Lastri's body golek. For a moment he looked at the woman's face, then gently rubbed the chest that was not so big.
“Hhhmmm,” Erang Lastri still with eyes closed as soon as he felt a smooth movement infiltrate into his cleavage. “Kang .. have you gone home?”
The figure of the man was stunned. He did not answer, but quickly rubbed Lastri's face once. “Sleep, let me do it myself,” he said half a whisper.
......SERIATE......