My wife Slave of Lust

Just a Dream 2

I tried to blink many times, trying to condition my sight that might be in my my my myopic mode. However, still, the reality before my eyes made me slightly shudder in horror, just in case that female figure was not a lifeless creature like me.

With all the courage on the sidelines of the tabuan tambourine in the chest, I descended one by one the steps that now look like a dark abyss to the ultimate horror. No, I can't think that's not so. He must be an ordinary man, just like me. However, maybe he was just starving and happened to pass by and hitchhike a meal.

Ah, I'm starting to think innocently. However, that was the only way that I could go ahead and make sure with my eyes open. Is it true, who is sitting in that chair is a human in general?

A few seconds later, my final step was already tracking the first floor. A few more steps to the dining room. My hair began to bristle when I heard the sound of a roar coming from his direction.

JLEB

Is he still hungry? If so, I can help him to get more servings. However, when I started swinging my next move. That figure also simultaneously turned towards me. I'm a little jolted. Not because of fear, but more to not be able to see his face clearly, because it was covered by a string of thick black hair.

Without continuing any more steps, I just froze in position. "Who are you?" ask me with a full tone of demands. My two neutrals continued to follow him who did not budge in the slightest. Instead of answering, he instead returned to let out a creepy version of the crying sound I had heard for a lifetime.

I started to realize something was wrong. The pale skin that appeared on his hands and his adorable voice was enough to prove that he was no ordinary human being.

All right, now my eyes are moving on both of his legs which are not visible at all. Probably hanging behind a white dress that looked a little dirty in my vision. It could also add to the strong assumption that he is not a living creature.

Just like before, he was still sobbing without wanting to reveal anything. Is his hearing impaired? Or maybe the language of supernatural beings is different from the language of humans? Ah, I don't think that's the cause.

I thrust my feet slowly toward a chair that was right in front of him, then sat myself down. He immediately bowed in shame, but still with a strand of hair that covered his entire face. Judging from this close distance, his posture was truly very familiar. However, ah, I don't want to believe any speculations. Unless it's real in plain sight.

"I'm ready to listen to whatever your complaint is" I said again, luring him to open his voice.

SILENT

"Help me, Ibra!" With an echoing tone the voice instantly crashed into my eardrum, still within the sobs of her cries. I flinched, almost toppled from my seat. His voice was truly the least foreign to me.

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"Vida ...!"

I flinched with a body position that immediately sat down. Sweat splashed around my temples and forehead. For the first time, I dreamed of Vida. And that, it feels really real.