Hypocritical
Soaps
All right, what can I do with that?
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The sound of the door hinges opened, Liam's angry face was plastered too clearly welcoming my eyesight.
He researched suspiciously; every inch of the body confirmed what I had done in the bathroom. There was only a sagging subordinate that I intentionally made so—indicating that I actually used the toilet room. His eyes then shifted, towards my wrist that was still tied.
Oi! I didn't even get to touch that thing. There's no way I can just suddenly slip away, I'm not a magician.
He led me to the dining table, with a calm face I followed the man. The tightly locked lips displayed a knotty smile; a sign that I was actually forced to bow to the command of this perverted bastard.
"I'm glad you didn't rebel baby..so can I start explaining all the meaning of this act?"
Of course, I gave an upward response to lower his chin to him.
Let's hear what motive is underlying your actions.
His face turned lethargic, looking down in shame right in front of me. He started muttering something that my eardrum could barely hear. Can you act a little normal Liam? If only I could say that protest.
But baby, my mouth is too full of something. Only 2 parts of the sentence can be heard by this small ear—and it managed to disgust me to hear it.
"...all this I did because I don't want to lose you again..."
"...I sincerely love you..."
Of love?
Is this how you treat someone who loves you? When I almost dropped my heart on your noble figure, you were even frightened when I accidentally discovered another side of you.
Can this be called 'disappointment'? From a betrayal? Funny, I don't even know what feeling I'm having right now. Everything is jumbled, chaotic balau—hal thought by this small and stupid brain is only one; that is, out of your hands.
Just sorry, I want to go all the way from you—while this time Liam. But you're pushing the will too much, it can make me subconsciously hate you.
I stood up, approaching Liam's figure; framing his sweet face with both hands tied to mine.
He looked up, returning the gaze I gave him with sad eyes. Really pity or ask for pity?
I close my lips, towards his face until the distance between us gets thinner then—
"Eragh!" she flinched backwards while closing her eyelids as I suddenly spouted soapy liquid through my mouth.
Aghast, he hissed sickly because the object managed to hit his two eyeballs.
"Come!" he called, his voice very loud. I shrug indifferently—t don't care. Not wanting to waste a long time I pulled out a knife and put it in my pocket; who knows I'll need it later. Turning around, footsteps that might have sounded away from the figure of her forced Liam to open both eyelids.
At first glance I see, really flushed it turns out.
"REA! STOP RIGHT THERE!" Maybe he realized my blurred intentions, without looking back my— kept running quickly towards the only access that could take me out of this rotten apartment.
Fortunately, whether he was stupid or careless, there was not a single room, including a tightly locked exit.
As sure as it seems you are in your ability to control someone.
We'll meet again soon dear—after I find all the answers to the secrets you've covered.
Blam it!
"BABYAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
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"Phone number, just in case my— deliberately memorizes the collection of numbers and then looks for it at the police station." I said as I pushed him in, in addition to him being alert I also display a slightly worried face. Hoping that Liam wouldn't appear suddenly right behind this back. That's creepy, really.
Vioner naturally followed my body and closed the door after we were completely inside the woman's house.
"What's going on?" Whether she is too sensitive or how, Vioner—this woman is very quick to respond to the situation that befalls me.
"I saw what you wanted to show me." referring to the dark secret of my lover who was none other than Liam. He's a little jolted—lucu, maybe he thought I wouldn't be stupid enough to do such crazy things but it turned out to be the opposite. Don't you want me to know the truth?
"Then? What did he do to you Re?" He asked as he looked at me who had run off without wearing footwear, there were red marks on both my hands and ankles.
With a plain face, I answered the woman's question.
"He locked me up."
The deg!
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BRUISES!
"Where's Rea!" What an impatient guest, broke down the entrance of someone's house and clutched the collar of the owner's shirt.
Vioner hissed, pushing an annoyed figure Liam who looked like he didn't know anything.
"What do you mean?! I don't even understand what happened!"
Liam snorted, he went through every room while looking for the existence of me in the house. Vioner who acted as if I had never come here tried to say words full of protest.
Not finding what he wanted, Liam again turned his head towards the front door. I narrowed my eyes and ate every inch of the man's movement from the ceiling of the room. Or rather I was in a small bell belonging to the Vioner house, eating from an air vent strangely connected to the attic. As if it was designed so that it can be disguised by the surrounding. No one thought that the ventilation from the outside was a small room for hiding.
Degh's!
It scared me a little, when suddenly he stopped his steps. Ignoring the long babble that Vioner was still trying to pass on to him and then dined sharply at the spot where I peeked.
I subconsciously hid my eyes, hoping that he would not notice my presence. Not funny, is it? I who had been struggling to escape was caught again. Even this was only 15 minutes after my arrival here, he could have guessed that maybe I would go to Vioner's. Really strong intuition.
"Get out!" Vioner shouted, annoyed. Looks like Liam's behavior managed to make him ride the apoplexy. Or maybe he wants to distract from the figure of the man.
"I don't know what happened between you and Rea, but as you can see—he's not here. So can you please lift your foot out of my house? LIAM." - LIAM."
Uuu~
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