
In the dream, the glass crackled, and the sharp edge pierced my hand. I was on the floor, lying among the fragments of my life, bound in chains that held me back and stretched my arms and legs wide in both directions, and I was thrashing to break free. I opened my mouth to scream. I felt my vocal cords stretch. Then break.
I tried harder. My arms stretched out, my chest was blooming, I shouted and shouted with all my strength inside. But there's nothing left.
The sight before me opened, a door set in light behind him. There was a figure wearing black-black clothes, appearing and walking over.
In fact, without needing to look at her face, I knew who she was. Riko.
As if my mind was calling out to him, Riko lowered her head towards me and smiled with a grin. And his eyes, like dark coals of fire embedded deep into his sockets. He stepped forward, stood with both legs crossed above me, and then crouched down with a pair of scissors in his hand.
What's he gonna do?
My throat opened again, forcing my voice out of the blocked airway, but the result was the same as before. There's nothing.
"Look carefully, Kejora. It's gonna be so much fun." Riko looked down at me, and she was about to cut off all my clothes.
Horror's got through my veins. I tried to shout, "No. don't." but the only thing that came out was a silent roar.
Riko managed to get rid of all my clothes and make me innocent in front of her. Then, he took off all the clothes that were on his body. Now he was plain in front of me, showing his hard trunk, then sitting in front of my face. "He wants you so badly, Kejora. Go get him, honey."
Goddamn shit! Goddamnit! It traced my face. It's disgusting!
"Hard, right? Huge? And you must be wondering how manhood is. Yeah, right, sweetie?"
That bastard! Put it in front of my mouth so I can bite it. I'll get him to break up and thrash on the floor.
But what Riko did next was to grab my left hand, she put my palm on it, but she also held my wrist. I clutched him firmly without being able to pull let alone stomp him into disengagement.
Riko. "Strong grip, Kejora. You're anxious, aren't you?"
Despondent. I grew disgusted to see the pleasure, and I finally decided to release the grip of my hand from the thing that was even harder. He deliberately played me to make himself more aroused.
"Have, Honey? Hm? All right, it's my turn."
He grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. The palm of my right hand screamed as the broken glass pierced deeper into the open wound. I accidentally clenched my hand when Riko pulled me up.
Argha! Now I stand. Riko pulled my hand chain tight. And then...
"You're really beautiful" she whispered in the ear. Then...
Then he slammed under my feet. When he was in front of me, he looked up, and smiled super wide like a demon who won victory.
"Women love this, Kejora. You'll like it too." He licked the surface of the skin between my thighs that stretched wide. Then, with his fingers, he felt something wet. "You're so ready apparently."
Nah! Nay!
Exactly when Riko made it in, I gained strength in my anger. The chain in my right hand came off, then I grabbed a piece of glass. I put the fingers on the cold sharp end, and I held them tight. Then swing.
Blood spurted from Riko's cheek.
I stared at my hand with blood. Riko's Blood. "Don't...." I dropped that piece of glass on the floor. "It's not my fault."
"You. You really like to reject me, Kejora. You're hurting me. You betrayed your promise."
A promise? What promise?
"You're making me angry."
He removed the chain, then pushed me towards the bed. Horrified, I tried to stand up.
Scissors. Riko's scissors were lying on the floor, I grabbed her. And when Riko wanted to snatch it from me, I managed to keep the scissors in my hand, and then...
I stabbed him in the heart. Riko is bleeding. He was in pain and fell down beside the bed.
"Richo?"
There is no lawfulness. It's lying on the floor.
Perish.
"No! Nah! No. This is not what happened. I didn't stab you. I'm not a killer. Please, help me. Anyone, toloooooong...!"