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Idk what to post. I'm at my Nani's (mother's mother) house so I don't have my laptop. And I rarely post on my phone and I hate writing on my phone and well
(It's not super long, 200 words just. Kinda disapointed)
Me and my husband, we sit across each other. Tears in his eyes as he lights the candles while I caress my belly bump. I smile at them—at him, my beautiful baby boy. Perhaps this news was a blessing. We didn't want to be parents, parents to an innocent child. Punishing them with a world so... disgusting and exhausted.
My brown eyes meet the eyes of my beloved as the plate of a rich steak—my last stake— clinks on the table in front of me. My smile flatters and his soft hands cup my cheek, kissing my forehead before he steps away. The chair creaks under his weight, our eyes never leaving each other.
Outside, the world is red. It is blue. It is pink. Yet it is never green. My mother once told me, that her favorite color was green. I was a child back then, obsessed with the color purple. But now I understand.
We eat, the taste is too familiar. It is soft and melting yet lacks any real flavor. At least our son won't be able to taste this.
It is our fault. Us huma—
The beep. It breaks the silence in the room as if it was a glass. My husband's dam of tears break and I stand up. My heels making no sound as I reach him and wrap my arms around him, pulling him in a kiss.
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Honestly this made me think of something. I heard somewhere before
(CW: Gore, Cannibalism, Mass murder, injuries, mention of rapists)
that during the stone age many human engaged in Cannibalism. I think it was a group of people that did this but I don't remember well.
Anyways, they murdered people in villages and then used their skulls to drink blood.
That gave me a 'cool' idea (depending on who you ask, my little brother hates it) for my magic system. So, in my story, Silver Cloud, every kingdom's nobles have magic. The Wystan family (they are Dukes) of the kingdom Ivor (the main part of the story) have blood magic. They drink blood and eat brains of other humans and animals. Mythical animals.
The humans are criminals like rapists and murders and child abusers. Ivor gives them all to the Wystan family. And if Ivor runs out of them (because the crime rate is now very low of these), they ask their allies.
I kinda love this idea. I had always loved Vampires and Gothic aesthetic. But it's fucked up. But I have free will.
'Parents of an infant that just became a toddler' Dialogue
“Did… Did she just roll over on her own?” “Oh my god, we have to get started saving for college, she is basically an adult.”
“Did you move the remote?” “No.” “…Then why is it in the laundry basket?” “Ask your son.”
“… It's too quiet.” “You just had to say it, didn't you?”
“He just said ‘da’ again.” “That basically counts as ‘dada,’ right?” “He was looking at the dog.” “…The dog doesn’t get to win this.”
“Your daughter won't let go of the spoon.” “Oh, so when she is trouble she is my daughter and when old grannies pinch her cheek she is your angel?” “You and her are equally possessive over food, so yes. Your daughter.”
“Look at him go! Crawling like he's on a damn mission!” “A mission to where?” “Danger. Always danger.”
“She just said no.” “No?” “No.” “We've just entered the stubborn era, haven't we?”
“Why are we whispering?” “So he doesn't find us and come running.” “We are living in fear in our own home.”
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My back rests on Dmitri’s bed, I only iced my nose for a bit before putting it away. It is soft and very springy. My unfocused and useless eyes stare up at the ceiling while Dmitri runs the rattling washing machine, the lavender smell of the detergent is everywhere but it smells nice. I have already laid the books down on his balcony floor and the money was in my waterproof wallet so they didn’t get that damaged.
The machine’s noise stops. Thank god, he needs a new washing machine.
The mattress dips on my right. So I turn my head and hover my hand around, touching his cheek, my hand brushing against the rim of his glasses. I hear his breath hitch and my cheeks feel weird again.
I rest the hand between us, near his hand. His skin was soft yet not smooth. I don’t know, it was just like a soft mattress with a rough bed-sheet.
“You didn’t have to do that…”
Dmitri doesn’t respond right away, he shifts and the mattress dips even more. Maybe he also lied down? His hand brushes against mine and I feel his gaze. I never asked what color it was, there was no point.
“I suppose..” I click my tongue, turning to my side. Dmitri is always so formal. ‘I suppose’. He speaks like a Victorian child.
“Hmph..”
“Vhat?”
“Nothing…”
Dmitri’s huff reaches my ears yet he doesn’t pull away. He remains close. “Vhat is wrong?”
I don’t respond, chewing on my cheek. The birds chirp outside, the small fan beside me blows my hair. It was curly, like Maggie. I tried to eat it once, Nandani told me, but of course it didn’t taste like masala. Pity, I would’ve eaten it even if it tasted raw. Raw Maggie is fire.
Speaking of my dear twin, I still have to call Mummi from his phone. I don’t really have one and good, it would be a waste. I just use hers when I want to listen to music or to call someone. I frankly do not understand the addiction. I’m superior.
This time, Dmitri clicks his tongue. Oh? Have I annoyed him? See, this is the real entertainment. Annoying people. Especially calm and quiet ones, they think they are a villain from a book.
“Nevan.”
It almost sounded like a demand. I turn away, not because I’m petty but to annoy him further. Maybe he’ll kick me out? Or maybe he will try to please me. Sigh… I love acting like those FMCs. Sure judge me, at least I have someone to be petty and princey with. Unlike you.
I hear him sigh and he scoots closer. His minty perfume covers me completely, I know his chest is inches away from my back. He leans in, his breath ghosting my ear and yet this fool remains oblivious.
“Okay fine, sorry.” He holds my shoulder and shakes it. So annoying… but warm. I lift my head and he clears his throat, “You.. Ahem. You have not spoken for three minutes. Are you alright?”
I frown at that and turn around, three whole minutes..? Damn.
“Areey, ’m fine… just thinking.”
“About..? Did they injure you?”
My frown deepens and I close my eyes. “No… Just give me a moment.”
For a moment I just hear his breathing then the image bursts in my mind. The image of them comes in my mind. I… I saw them. They were… this.. almost warm color. Warm.. like the sun. So maybe they were ‘yellow’? Is that what Yellow looks like…? It’s… warm.
Yet I can’t see anything now. I’m blind. Maybe… no not maybe. I most definitely want to see. But how? With their help? What if I was hallucinating? What if I am now sucked into a different dimension that has no exit?! What if I’m DE—
My hands sweat and I inhale a good chunk of air, tasting the mint as I wipe my hands on my clothes. Well, Dmitri’s clothes, I run a hand on my stomach. They are not that big on me, just the t-shirt is a little oversized. It sags off my shoulders and feel loose at my waist. Pants, the only pants that fit me are his little brother’s sweat pants.
Phew… my heart isn’t racing anymore.
“Dmitri?” The silence breaks and Dmitri responds with a hum.
“I saw something. In the cave. Like Saw-Saw.”
Dmitri lets go on my shoulder and even while being blind, I can tell we are inches apart. His breath hits me, yet it feels nothing like that creep’s. It smells like the chewin’ gum he always has in his mouth. Mint. Maybe… if breath has color, his would be green.
“Do you see anything now???”
“No…”
Dmitri exhales, his head moves down and his forehead touches mine. His chest against mine, his weight pressing me as his fresh breath hits my lips. I lift my hand and touch his cheek but he moves back. I sigh, but do not linger on, It is better to take slow than rush everything and make it worse.
Instead.. I should let him. About what—no, who I saw.
“It was so small… like a baby. Maybe six months old.”
A pause and I rest my head on my hands. They were on the pillow, Dmitri’s pillow. It smells like him.
“I promised them to come back.” I breathe out. My eyes, people call them big, stare at Dmitri or at least where I think he is. “Tomorrow.” I whispered that. OKAY, I did care for his opinion. And honestly, it would be valid for him to freak out. What if that baby eats me alive? Then what?
Yet.. I hate to leave them alone. They… they felt so lonely. “God.. I don’t want to think about it”. I think to myself, pressing my face in the soft pillow, the smell of his cologne enters my nose.
“Gospodi.” I hear him mumble. God for Russian. I know other words as well, I ask him when he speaks them. Though I don’t know a single swear word. Pity.
“And you are going.”
I nod, my useless eyes staring out at nothing.
Then a beep comes.
The mattress’s dip disappears and I reach out, my cold fingers brushing against Dmitri’s cold skin. We are both so cold despite the fucking weather in Virginia. I’m proud of our bodies. It’s a great achievement… I think it is. Whatever, I’m no weather expert.
“Where you going?”
Dmitri freezes, I feel it and jerk my hand away. Fuck… stop being so touchy, freak.
“I have to dry your clothes.”
I sit up. My feet touch the wooden floor and I lift myself upwards. I reach out and touch his arm, he had it outstretched.
“You don’t need to… they’re my clothes.”
“But y—”
“I know how to DRY clothes, Belov. Just take me to the machine.”
I hear a sharp exhale from him, and he drags me towards the beeping sound. It gets louder and then it stops. The sound of the dryer opening reaches my ears and I reach my hand inside.
A damp cloth brushes against my hand and I clutch it, the weird smell of damp fabric mixed with the detergent hits me. I move my head to my right, my useless eyes searching.
“Where is the hanging rack?”
“Just walk forward or give me the clothes.” I whip my head to the left, where Dmitri’s voice came from. My cheeks were flushed and I give my t-shirt to him then wipe the dampness on my clothes. Ugh, it’s so weird.
“Here..”
For few minutes, I give him the damp clothes and he hangs them without another word. Hm, I thought he would be mad with me going to the forest alone. Maybe he really doesn’t care. I press my lips together at the thought, my hands clench at the sweatpants's fabric into fist. Glaring at something I can’t see.
“Do you know the way to that cave?”
Dmitri doesn’t respond immediately, I can hear the rack’s squeaky wheels move and the fan’s whirr, it comes closer as well as the minty smell.
“Yes, do you vant me to take you there?”
I freeze, my head snapping towards him again with wide eyes. I swallow and nod, looking away.
“Yeah.. or you could send Nandani the way.” I mumble, picking at a loose fabric of the t-shirt.
“The path is… complex.” I hear him grumble. I glance at him with a knowing smile and he clears his throat, “And ve’ll get there faster on my motorcycle.”
“Great, I’ll call you then.”
Dmitri grunted and silence was there after. Well, excluding the fan and the sudden music coming from the the dorm next door. Then the smell of mint is closer with a shuffle, beside me. I look to my left and I hear the sound of dialing. It always makes my hands sweat even when twelve years have passed by.
“Who are you calling…?”
“Your mother.”
I nod, my useless eyes trying to make ‘eye-contact’ with the owner of the voice.
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A figure chews on the book as a cub stands in front of him. A mountain lioness licks her fur, resting outside the cave without worry.
The figure looks different from the one the lioness and her cub see usually but the scent is the same. The figure speaks and the cub also chews on the book, getting a nibble before the figure takes it away, hugging it to their chest.
The cub whines yet the lioness only opens one eye before grooming herself again. The figure also whines, tears streaming down their eyes all of a sudden.
They both whine in union and then go silent. Staring at each other before bursting in snickers and giggles. The lioness hums, stretching her legs while staring inside the cave.
The cub paddles to sit beside the figure, pawing at the book again. The figure opens the book, setting it down in front of them while the cub peeks over their shoulder.
“𝕃𝐚ย𝕘𝓱..” They mumble, pointing at the human baby with big blue eyes that they adopted. The cub flinches, staring at them before looking at the book. They mewl, attempting to mimic the figure.
The Figure giggles and the cub mewls, pawing at their light brown skin. Scratching them. They pout, crawling towards the lioness with the cub running towards her, pressing it’s head against her neck.
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Nevan sits beside me with his bag in his lap as I grip the steering wheel. Yet I can’t start the engine.
I glare at the harsh purple blooming under my son’s eye, the freckled nose that has blood dried on it, and the black t-shirt of a Russian band, Dmitri, with russian words that I don’t understand nor care to. The t-shirt hangs off, enough to see his shoulder blades.
I don’t have a problem with my children’s skin showing but I do have a problem even they wear their so called friend’s clothes.
“Mummi..” He mumbles as he turns his head to me, so innocent and sweet. It would’ve given me diabetes if my diet was like his. “Is the engine not working?”
“Who did this?” I snap and the brat rolls his eyes. Of course, when has my ‘angel’ ever been an angel? He was only an ‘angel’ when he couldn’t walk.
“I tripped.” He leaning his head against the window rolling his eyes. My brown eyes narrow onto him before I lean in close. He turns his face away but not fast enough. The smell of Epic Medical is overshadowed by the mint and Lavender. It was so fresh like it had been washed everyday for Nevan and Dmitri might have done that damn thing.
“You tripped?” I mimic him, straightening and leaning on the headrest while my eyes go over him. His black painted nails were long before, but now they were cut with a little soil in them still and not to mention that he changed his whole outfit. “Stop lying to me at least, Nevan.”
He clicks his tongue and crosses his arms over his chest, glaring at me, “I am not one of your ‘sources’, Mummi.”
I freeze, before whipping my head in front, my bun messy from bustling in the Pentagon, “Watch your mouth, Nevan.”
His hands clench in fists but I only watch him from the corner of my eyes as I start the car, “If you don’t answer, your principal will.”
“Principal?! No! That is too embarrassing!” He shouts and I glare at him before catching myself. He can’t even see it, how do I even be angry at him without yelling?
“Enough. And why are your nails dirty?”
He raises a brow and brings a finger underneath his nail, fussing over it. I sigh and move his hand away.
“You can’t go out for a week.”
“A WEEK?!” He exclaims and I grind my teeth. He gets on my nerves sometimes, even as a child he did. I didn’t want twins, just one child was more than enough but we were careless. “You can’t do that!”
“Shut up, Nevan. I’ll do as I can!” I scream at him and he digs his nails in his thigh. I pry his hand away, placing it on the seat.
“I fucking hate you…” He mumbles, snatching his hand away as he roughly wipes his face with it. I just… watch him. Maybe I shouldn’t have said that… but I just do. My other children… they must feel the same thing. Even worse.
I stare at him, the corner of eyes on the road before I sigh.
“You always act like I am your enemy even when I try to hel—”
“I don’t need your help!” He cuts me off with his cheeks growing red. Only he dares to and I hate it. He doesn’t respect me. Or love me.
I don’t say anything after and just look ahead, my eyes tingling.
So, I've wrote chapter 1 of NewStar project, I still don't know what to name it though.
Also this chapter involves kidnapping, name calling, creepy behavior (though it is low, MC doesn't like it and is talking about it a lot), and some horror and synesthesia elements.
𓏏𓏏𓏏Chapter-1𓏏𓏏𓏏
My heels dug on the muddy-ground as a rough callous hand pulls my arm. The grip was so secure, it felt like metal around my wrist.
"Let go of me, Ronald!" I screamed, hoping anyone but this fucker could hear my raspy ass voice at full volume.
"Shut up you snitch!" Ronald grabs my hair, 'black' as Mummi said, shoves me onto the ground. I gasp, trying to get away from the wet yet dry-ish texture as I am dragged away. Does this idiot want to go to jail??? His parents aren't rich enough to bail this bastard out for murder.
I try to grab a handful of soil as the disgusting texture invades my nose and snap my white eyes shut. I throw the soil at Ronald, hoping it hits him but the guy just laughed. Bitch...
My hand reaches for my bag, god these fools, they left my bag on me. I move my fingers and a metal bottle comes in my grasp from the bottle holder. I swing it, with all the strength I can muster, against Ronald's leg. Please let it be the knees!
Ronald's grip loosens and I hear a grunt. Sharp. With that, I rip my head away from the grip and shove him but a hand pulls at my wrist. It is soft. Much softer than Ronald’s.
"Be a brat and you'll be more than just a blind bitch." The breath of this... man. Maybe. Hits me and he leans in even closer. Close enough so his lips brush against my ear and making me freeze. This is not that joker Ronald… The voice is unfamiliar.
"F—cough fine.. just—cough.. just don't drag me.."
"It depends, sweet-cheeks." Disgusting creep...
The creep grabs me. By my head and shoves me forward. Shit... where are we even going...?
"Sir..” The word is like a tablet that won’t go down my throat without force. “Where are you taking me?"
"You don't need to know."
Tch.. bastard. Even counting steps is useless since judging by the cool air and leafy smell, it might be a forest. Hopefully the one near my school.
After a few more steps I am shoved and the fall is longer than I expected and I land on a rough stone surface. Ow.. my fucking head throbs as I sit up, a hand on my temples. I move it down to my nose and wince. It stings and leaks. Blood. Fuck.. how horrible I must look.
"Hello?!"
"Shh!" Ronald hisses, voice closer. Then a small thud of leather, boots maybe, along with a grunt beside me. I instantly move my hands closer to me, away from the sounds, but it is fruitless as those callous hands once again take my bruised wrist.
I reach at my bag, good still here, while my open knees scratch against the uneven planes. Great day to wear ripped jeans. Fuck you Nandani.
"What the fuck?! Let GO of me!"
"I told you to not be a brat, sweetie." The Creep's voice returns, louder and once again I hear a thud.
Ronald stops dragging me. Finally, I touch my knees, they are bleeding..
But my attention is taken away by the older boy’s mutterings.
Suddenly someone, likely the creep, snatches my bag away and throws it. I don’t hear it instantly, maybe it is far or in a ditch..? But there is also no splash that I can hear…
"Brat?! This isn't one of your porn videos, perv!"
"Damn, you really do change so fast." I feel a soft hand patting my cheek and I recoil. But then a slap stings me and my head snaps to the side. "Behave."
Before I could respond, I am pushed again. I try to scream but it is muffled by cold water.
From above I hear, "Are you sure this is safe, Ambrose?" A name too good for a man like him. "Oh you care about this boy?"
The conversation almost—almost distracts me from the cold water. It burns on my skin and drenches my tee and jeans completely. Fuck.. wet jeans feel horrible...
"Help! HELP!!"
The water—stagnant moments ago—moves. Not just moves but causes a sudden wave makes my back hit a wall. Spiky stone wall and that causes a sharp pain in my back.
"Argh!" Water floods in my open mouth, nose, and ears. I.. I just to black out and die. This is enough...
"ｱﾑｱﾑ??"
A hum breaks through the sloshes of the water and my eyes snap open.
It.. it is so loud..! The.. the light. The light is so loud and I can taste it. The hum is becoming a static in my mind, never leaving as my feet become numb. The taste, it is... it is like meat. Absolutely disgusting! It tastes exactly like the time I ate it from the floor.
Both then and now my eyes water as.. as something comes before me. So.. many.. so many... are they eyes? I had traced their figure once, a semi-circle with a curved line at the bottom.
"ꉣꋫꉣꋫ??"
The hum again crashes against me, breaking out a sob. I turn my face away and closing my eyes, feeling the pain of my muscles soften.
How do people... people who see.. live with this? I.. I don't want to see anymore...
"P-ple-ease…!"
My own voice.. it sounds so.. muffled and jumbled. Why is this happening... is this 'karma'? My death..? 'God'?
"Ƥ𝐚Ƥ𝐚卩𝐚??𝐚??"
What..?"
"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚??"
What the fuck..? Why is God saying Papa?
The water once again moves and the light, the light that had an unnatural nothing feeling now felt warmer. I press myself to the wall, turning my head away.
"S-stop the light!"
"Who are you talking to, Soni?" Ronald shouts down.
I had almost forgot about them, and honestly what is the purpose of this shit? They are so stupid and weird. Not that cool weird, the bad one.
"N-no one!"
The entity shrinks in size and also the light dims down. Finally… Wait… light, shouldn't Ambrose and Ronald be able to see thi—
"Don't you want to get out, blind freak?"
Are they speaking the truth? But honestly, everyone's gonna know if I die. I’m the only blind boy of the town. And as I said before, Ronald is a middle class kid like me… but Ambrose? He seems like human trafficking people.
GOD… this is shitty.
"I do!"
"Then apologize!"
….They took me out to a FOREST, then a cave with this weird, cool weird, cosmic horror thing that behaves like a 'child' to get me to apologize? No wonder this bitch Ronald has F's lined up.
"FINE. sorry…"
The voices are softer now though I can still hear Ronald's obnoxious voice.
As they speak the warmth of the light comes closer and closer and something presses against my chest. I touch it, the head maybe, and it's so small! Aw.. like a baby.
Baby. Where's my bag?
My hand goes to my back before I catch myself. Ambrose had thrown it somewhere
SHIT. Shit shit shit… my money, Yashwini toys and clothes, those expensive ass Braille books…
What now? Mummi IS going to fucking murder me.
She will never let me go out anymore! Shit, I will stay caged until she mar—
SHUT UP Nevan. Just shut up. That's like.. 10 years away.
Something makes a sound. A deep rumbling one but it is.. soft and low? Um.. kinda like a demonic baby? Baby in yellow?
"What?"
"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚!"
Oh this little head is that entity? I thought it was a ghost or a fish. That was stupid.
"Arrey.. I'm not your 'Papa'."
"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚"
Yeah.. no point in arguing.
"K… what else?"
"Arrr…"
"Pfft.." I turn my head slightly down and it bumps with the small head. Should I call them that?
The head, it is so warm. Perfectly warm. Kinda like a blanket with all soft things in winter. I lean in and close my unfocused milky eyes.
"Freak!"
UGH! They have to ruin everything!
"Climb the rope!"
Rope? Where?
"On your right, idiot!" I move my hand beside my face and catches a rough, jutey long thing. A rope.
The little thing whines at the shouts and my hand goes down from the head to find the back. Just my fingers touch something..
Something wet. Smooth and it instantly waters. I rips my hand away from it.
"Oh god.. A-are you okay? Sorry—" I stammer but the warmth presses against my chest again. I taste the foul flavor again but it is.. sweeter. Like sugar over badly cooked… beef. Sorry Krishna...
The entity whines again, the static noise disappears like it wasn't there and the small thing bumps their head against my chest again.
"CLIMB!"
I flinch before remembering—
"Wait! I need my bag!"
Something drops down with a plop, splashing water over my and the being in my arms. They hiss, again pressing themselves against my chest.
As much as I want to comfort the thing, I don’t really have time for that. I reach at the thing that caused the splash. My money.. the books would be fine, I’ll dry them out but money..?
They hiss again. Shit.. maybe.. OH!
I open one chain while keeping the bag above. The shopkeeper, she gave me a baby book for free. It was hard and didn't have a squeaky sound like the other books. She said it was an action book, but will it entertain a cosmic being? Well… they were a child.
"What are you waiting for?!"
I feel the smooth surface and take the damn thing out. I hover it down before the small thing takes it. Then I immediately zip the bag close.
"Just WAIT!"
"Hurry up!"
I look down at the small weight in my arms, the taste burns and I snap my eyes shut, the light being too… what is that word? Like.. loud for light?? Whatever, you get my point.
"Can you let go..?"
They whine again, clinging. I exhale but the numbness of my legs reaches to my belly. The hunger for lunch dies down into… nothing. What the…
I try to gently lift them and they cling to me harder.
"I-I'll come back, okay? I gave you the gift right?"
Come Back??? SERIOUSLY?
"G𝒾𝐟𝐭..?"
"Mhm.. I'll come back."
"ᵇ𝐚¢Ҝ.." Their grip loosens with a whine. Aw… I'll have to come back..
"Now… where do you want to sit?" I lift my head while holding the entity close, opening my useless eyes. I suddenly feel a pull towards the front and I swim in that direction. Then a sudden burst of 'stopstopstop' on fucking repeat.
"Okay okay..!"
I mumble, letting them go. I move my hand around while swinging my drenched bag on my shoulders. Suddenly I feel small humanoid-ish fingers underneath my moisturized hand. YES I use skincare. Fuck you.
Anyways, the small fingers hold the book I had gave. I pat them before turning around.
"I'll come back tomorrow."
"丅𝑜м𝑜яя𝑜Ŵ…"
I waves at them, those bitches while my other hand hovers where I think the rope is. Oh, and look I am correct. I latch onto it and wait. Then I am pulled upwards.
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"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚"
"𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚"
The long thing is taking Papa up
Papa is becoming smaller.. smaller.
Gift
Come Back
Tomorrow..
ꉓꂦꂵꍟ ꌃꍏꉓꀘ!
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"This is the stupidest fucking reason to abduct someone." I mutter, clutching onto Dmitri's arm so I don’t trip. Out of the three ‘bullies’, Ronald, Victor, and Dmitri, I liked him the best. He was Russian too… and he had strong arms as well. A good accent as well. He smelled like mint and didn't talk much. Mysterious.
I’ve heard that he is q—
"Shut up, freak." See? Ronald is just an insufferable waste of sperm. His mother must have avoided almonds like plague during his birth.
"Whatever.."
We walk in silence, Three pairs of feet, where was Dmitri when they pushed me in the cave. Hmph.. he is an idiot sometimes. My nails dig into the other boy's arm yet Dmitri doesn't pull away.
The footsteps stop, Dmitri does as well. Someone turns around and the boy tenses? I don’t hear anything except the wind. Then Dmitri guides me inside a vehicle. Their 'car' maybe. And someone slips beside me. My hand hovers at the dip of seat and feels a ring, one with a big jewel. Dmitri, thank god. I hum before placing my hands in my lap.
After at least a 10 minutes, I had been couting.
"Where to drop you, sweet cheeks?" Ambrose's voice comes from the front. He's driving since I know Ronald can't drive for shit.
Also, have you ever heard of a fucking kidnapper drop their victim home?
"Not home."
"That's pretty fucking vague, freak."
"I'm not fucking talking to you!"
"Oh you b—"
"Relax darling… no need to get so aggressive." Ew… honestly, poor Ronald.
A pause and Ronald grumbles but this time I can hear it.
"Fucking creep…" OMG, is that common sense coming out of Ronald Hills's mouth? God.. finally. Though I hope Ambrose doesn't hear that or at least ignores it..
"So, be more specific, sweetheart."
Why does he talk like that. Like… even China can't reach that level of fakeness or horniness. But China isn't know for it's horniness.. but Ambrose's voice sounds like that.
What the fuck am I talking about…
"I don't know… the beach?"
"Why?"
Why… well, to dry stuff. It is still morning, it has to be since only 30 minutes have passed since I had bought the baby stuff from the store before these loose screws kidnapped me.
"I'm drenched."
"Oh..?"
Fuck what? Whatever, this fucking pedophile can go fuck himself. He's the REAL waste of sperm. I shift closer to the window, clutching my bag while the creep laughs.
My thoughts go back to the little entity. My shoulders relax as those useless eyes stare out at the window. Hm.. Nandani can drive. Maybe she can take me to the forest.. but how can she know the way? Dmitri? If he agrees..
"Nevan." Dmitri whispers and I turn my head towards the voice, a frown on my face.
"What?"
"Vhy the hell did you break his arm? I told you, do not mess with them."
I rolls my eyes and leans against the seat. Seriously, this guy can be so boring sometimes.
"He started it..” I lean in close.
Dmitri exhales and it hits me, my cheeks feel we— NO, they do not.
"He broke your nose."
"S-smart people are always unfair."
A pause. Shit.. did I say something bad? Is Dmitri offended?
"You're going-k to get yourself killed, Soni."
My frown deepens, shifting slightly, but then Dmitri sighs.
"Ambrose is drivin’ us to my dorm…”
"Of course…" I mumble, playing with his bag's chain.
“Nu… Look on bright side. It is simple. You tell Mrs. Soni that you are at my dorm.”
I don’t respond, my eyes down. Should I let him? But I don’t know him that well… maybe, since we are hanging out today, I can be friends with him?? That’s two tragets in one arrow.
The drive continues.
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A small figure slips out. Out from the water, crawling… at least trying to, with a book floating at its face. Too close to be able to understand.
“𝓟𝐚ρ𝐚” A small, almost soft voice echoes in the cave. Like two people speaking in the same voice
A pause.
Then it moves on a rock, the plastic book with harsh teeth marks lies in front of it.
It opens the book and giggles. A small baby’s picture with a laughing face. It laughs with it.
It turns a page.
This time it growls. An angry baby’s picture. It growls with it.
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