Prologue
It was a gloomy place, even with the creaking. With every step she took, the sound of footsteps could be heard. So she was more careful.
With her back slightly bent, she walked forward, neither fast nor slow. Reaching the familiar door, she stopped.
She took a breath before opening the door.
Phew, phew, phew
After a short, deep breath, she grabbed the doorknob and turned it.
A shadow fell from the room, darker than in the corridor. She did not even dare to enter the room, where it was dark and nothing could be seen.
But she got used to it, went inside and opened the long curtain. The beam of light was so strong that she closed her eyes.
Dazzling.
However, she closed the curtains and turned around.
At that moment, something quickly flew past her face.
There!
It was a table clock that hit the window sill and bounced off the floor. She glanced at them and looked ahead.
The bed farthest from the window stood in the corner where the shadow fell. Above her towered something round in shape, covered with a sheet. The only hand that stuck out was tightly holding the edge of the sheet. It was noticeable that she was trembling with fear.
"Get out."
A muffled, intermittent word sounded.
There was deep anger in him.
She didn't even pretend to listen and picked up the table clock that had fallen to the floor. The nail was sticking out, and the appearance of the wooden surface, stripped at first glance, was ruined. She decided not to use them and put on the new sheet she was holding in her hands. She looked around the chaotic room.
The dishes were shattered, and even the broken pieces were scattered dangerously on the floor. There was also a fork and spoon there. It wasn't just the dishes that were broken. None of the items in this room were in order.
She took one step after another and picked up the things that had fallen to the floor. At the sound of her footsteps, the figure trembled.
"Get out."
the voice came again.
She ignored those words again and walked towards the bed. The figure, trembling, could not resist, and he fell on the table next to him, and soon moved away. Since there was nothing to throw, he decided to run away.
But even if he had to run away, in the end he would just run to the bed. It was a pity to look at him sitting close to the wall.
She looked up and down and extended her hand. She raised it to see if he noticed her.
"Don't touch me."
What a shame.
She quickly pulled the sheet back up, pretending she hadn't heard him. Then a figure covered with a sheet stumbled and appeared.
Tousled golden hair, veins protruding from the neck and shoulders turned in embarrassment were visible. Her gaze dropped lower. Without checking, it was possible to determine how dry the body was hidden under clothing.
When she looked up again, upon closer inspection, sweat appeared on his face. When she extended her hand, he struck her violently again.
"Don't touch!"
A thunderous cry followed.
"I told you to leave! Get out! Go away!"
After the harsh words were spoken, she finally took a deep breath.
The man's pale face glowed with heat. Chapped lips let out a heavy sigh. Despite this, in order not to be taken away, his fingertips grabbed the sheet so tightly that it turned white.
"Go away. Please turn it off!"
"Calm down, my lord."
"Get out! Get out! Get out of here!"
It is not surprising that the man’s breathing began to become difficult.
His flushed face turned pale again, and he was soon clutching his chest in agony.
She quickly picked him up, took a respirator out of her pocket and inserted it into his mouth. She then gently wiped his back and said.
"Breathe slowly."
Hearing her words, he tried to catch his breath. As he inhaled and exhaled air through the machine several times, his chest, which had been moving wildly, gradually relaxed. After watching him for a while, she took the respirator out of his mouth.
"Ha, ha."
"Everything will be fine now."
Suddenly his face became wet with sweat. Wet golden hair was scattered along the hem of her dress. She combed his hair to show that he had done a good job. The tightly closed eyelids opened helplessly.
Emerald eyes with a slightly whitish tint turned to her.
At that moment, her body was pushed back.
"Oh!"
In the blink of an eye, she fell onto the bed!
The skirt had turned over and her panties were exposed. While she was struggling with her legs floating in the air, a face poked out of them.
His gaze, which had previously looked indifferently forward, gradually dropped down. Perhaps this would not have been so, but it seemed to her that he was looking at her. The still too pale, too beautiful face filled her vision.
His wet lips parted quietly.
"Get out."
Anger was painted on her face.
'Whatever, asshole.'