First Boyfriend Second Candidate
First Boyfriend Second Candidate 32
"Fucking mine. Ah.. very painful," blew his wrist.
Jessy exhaled for a moment and hurriedly opened the legstring. He stood up but his body was limp. It turned out that the effects of the dope were still there, making Jessy's head feel very heavy. Just like a lack of blood, after crouching and standing up. His body shook again.
"No, I have to be strong." Trying again to stand up, creeping slowly on the wall.
One point became the center of his attention. Troubled walking, occasionally holding a throbbing head. He walked like a new baby learning. Jessy clucked even more as her strength to step no more than a snail. His current body could not be invited to cooperate properly.
"What kind of dope are they wearing. Damn it, if it's like this I can get caught again." Whispering themselves.
In front of the big closet. His head looked up at the perforated ceiling above. Two of his skinny fingers tapped on his lips. Think, how do you get up there? Jessy's eyes rolled back. Look around to use it.
Jessy believes this is still in the house whose door she knocked on this afternoon. Gather energy and sharpen the vision. This room is neat enough to be a room. There are no cobwebs or dirty floors. This is more suitable in the name of unused rooms.
Well, it's narrower but it could be a maid's room. Jessy's head shook. Why should I think of such unimportant things about this space? His hand opened a small closet there, empty—all just as well as well arranged. His body turned around, taking a short breath. Looking again for what he can use to get up there.
"Let's quickly think Jessy!" tapping his forehead with his index finger, his smile rose, a brilliant idea flashed. "Well, why not just now!" piss off. Stacking the chair on the side of the closet. Skinny hands reach the end of a large closet. One leg has climbed.
His body stiffened one leg that was still under someone's pull. He looked doubtful, finding the fainted man had just died. Since when?.
"You're running off on your own, not a smart idea, miss."
Jessy nervously wiggles her asking feet off. "Fuck off! I gotta get out of here." He exclaimed in a voice almost whispering.
"No, if you're going to run away on your own. I'm not letting you go, how?"
Jessy rolled her eyes, "B*d*h! Take off and quickly follow me!" Despite the difficulties due to wearing tight clothes, but he managed to push the ceiling Manhole there. Jessy entered not long before her head was visible. Furious with one person left there.
"Oh b*tch, you've been a long time."
Dea nodded, not accepting Jessy's words. "You don't see, my short legs are a little hard." Jessy rolled her eyes, waiting for Dea until she finally managed to board.
Dea did not come in yet. The sound of shoes and vocal Baritone from outside. Spur wild reactions to Jessy's heart. Dea pecked at the place where he felt dead.
"Hurry up!" jessy whispered.
Dea immediately went into the ceiling. Close neatly and leave on a full crawl carefully.
Door opens. Chris bent his eyebrows, "Where are they?" his his hisses.
Everyone is surprised. Two poisons escaped. But not for long. Three seconds later, Chris smiled. Whispering to Nando and Singgih.
Stop by and Nando nodded, running down. Chris and the others just walked around.
Idiotically.
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Jessy and Dea kept on crawling. The air is so dense in the ceiling that they have to catch their breath. There was a light in front of them. It looks like a net. Ah, ventilation holes! Their smiles grow happy.
Back to crawling carefully. Jessy had a little trouble remembering she was wearing a knee-length and tight dress. The woman's feet occasionally bumped with mild steel as her cloth had to be trampled on her own heels. Complaining and cursing continued to slide from his lips.
Jessy saw the watch on the hand, it's been over two hours over almost three hours. They were still trapped, finding no way out.
"Fuckin' house, I thought this was gonna be easy. My body is dirty, it smells here too. Ah, fuck to**rat—"
Dea rolled her eyes. Her ears almost vomited blood hearing the dirty swearing from Jessy. "Hey, swamp lizard! Don't keep swearing. My ears are clean, and you just stuffed a pile of shit." Staring flat at Jessy
Jessy glares no like. "Maybe your ears are already a lot of serumen. Don't make me want to curse harder." Bela Jessy growled. Dea just accused him of sounding like a broken can.
Dea was annoyed, she was eager to reply to the words of the swamp lizard earlier. But for nothing they will just waste time. He went first, leaving Jessy far behind. Until the vent he peeked. Kitchen. He sighs.
"You why?" Jessy asked with a confused face.
"It's free to use bolts, it can only be opened from the outside." Answer Dea casually.
"These bolts are visible, just turn around in different directions," Dea gawked at Jessy's silly idea.
"Turn your neck, you think it's easy. Just turn yourself until the rhino's leaflet, it won't open." Dea gushed bitterly in annoyance with the woman.
Jessy just scowled no objections, crawling again following Dea until meeting Manhole again. Dea opened slowly very carefully. Peeking inside seemed safe. That office space that Dea had in mind, while peering at found a large table and chair. And there's a big bookcase.
Jessy grimaced, "Indeed her smell like this, every time I throw her away, he he." The two fingers are crooked.
"You're just like you, rotten!" mimic face wants to vomit.
Jessy sneered, "You're more rotten, snatch people's husbands. If I'm a lover still better, at least they haven't been bound by a sacred promise." Spray Jessy fierce.
"The destroyer is still the destroyer." Dea murmur.
"Yes, that sounds good to you." Jessy is not losing at all. Jessy is confused to see Dea open her shoes. "Why is it open?"
"I don't want to take risks, these heels can ruin the running moment later."
Jessy nodded, doing the same. He grimaced his heels even higher than Dea.
They're ready to come down. But Dea hesitated, "This distance is too far. Before I run, I make sure the leg is broken first." Grimacing seeing the high distance.
Jessy was tired. "You're right." They were discouraged from escaping.
Desperate overpowered their turmoil. Taking a deep breath, their irises saw the contents of the ceiling. "We survived" said Jessy again eagerly pointing towards the rope next to the cardboard.
Jessy took the rope fastening it to light steel. Their smiles are happy again. Jessy came down first, the rope wasn't so long, but it was quite helpful. They just need to jump a little not to grimace due to broken or sprained like their previous shadow.
Up below, their bodies were already full of dust and dirty. They pointed at each other with amused laughs.
"Here you go,"Jessy stepped towards the door, but at Dea's check.
"You're really stupid. From the door we are trapped. Through the window, like in the mafia films."
Jessy shook her head weakly, "Current, basic full of drama."
Dea shook her head hard. It's up to Jessy to say what. The woman was an acute fool. Mafia films, in the word drama. Take off their slow window lock immediately jump. Their hearts were racing along with a relieved smile could escape from there. Entering the spacious courtyard there was a large guava tree there.
Jessy and Dea run and hide behind a big guava tree. Monitoring her surroundings is safe. Dea flicked her hands forward giving the code of the road, Jessy followed well.
Walking the sludge hid again on the great wall before Jessy grabbed Dea's hand. Give the code to look behind the woman. Dea kept shaking Jessy's hand. Until Dea got upset and turned around, her eyelids widened. Gets one mischievous blink of the guy she's working with, pointing a gun at Jessy's head as well as herself at the same time.
"Hello, ladies." A greeting from Baritone behind Dea's back, making their legs limp and heart work too late normal.
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Chris sat on a wooden chair with his legs crossed, and his hands folded in front of his chest. The man snorted vilely when the two medusae before him, agitatedly looking down apologizing also wanted to be released.
Chris's eyebrows shot up staring confusedly and amusedly at the two medusae. Chris did not make a sound or a word. They already feel intimidated, struggling, restless and vibrating ask on the loose.
A violent laughter in the air. Able to sting feathers meuduk both medusa bristling. They both gulped at the salivary, the action of staring at each other stiffly did not fall apart. Their bodies are getting tense. The killing aura was felt for the entire time.
Three hours they were stuck on a large ceiling. Shortness of breath, arguing, also willing their bodies dirty. Just to find a way out to survive and now end up dying. Oh, shimmy! But the struggle of the two medusae is enough to give two thumbs pointing down.
Chris put on a serious fashion face. Stare with anger and hate. "Kalian—"
Jessy shook her head to break Chris' words. "Not me!" his self-defense, "She," sniffed his chin at Dea, "That crazy woman who had the idea of bumping into Ega. I didn't interfere, I told him it was very dangerous. But that psychopathic woman couldn't take my advice." Accusing Dea with a trembling voice of fear. Trying to defend himself with impromptu arguments in his little brain.
Dea grunts violently. Shaking his head in anger turns out that this j*l*ng is nothing more than a coward. "Well, great this j*l*ng! Do you think you're casting a drama?" Dea whipped cynically.
Dea let out a breath of air, before returning to her voice, "Don't be a coward and a hypocrite. Hey, b*tch! You said yourself 'Oh, it's up to Ega to die or be deformed. I don't care, Chris is mine!', my hands are itching to kill you." Sizzling cynical.
"Lt..." Chris opened his voice, "Sound interesting, untie them." Singgih and Nando exchanged anxious lyrics, without denying removing the tight knot in the hands of the two medusae.
The next second their bodies froze. Chris threw two guns at them. "Use that, one of the guns was loaded with ammunition. Let's see who's lucky."
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