Shall Under Your Charm

Chapter 52

"Please, Ryan, let me help him" the young man said. "You can see him-"

"I knew. But, he would probably hurt himself if forced. Get me Gege." A seagull sang over them, and Farah retreated once more, her fist covering the ears. The gust of wind caressing Farahbterasa grew stronger, as Farah retreated closer to the edge of the rooftop, and Farah stood up, staggered.

The strong arm caught up and pulled Farah to a safer spot, but as Farah opened her eyes, the grip on her waist felt even stronger and scarier. While twisting her neck that was no longer pliable, Farah saw Ryan embrace her and she immediately shook the man's hand. Farah's chaotic thoughts always misinterpreted Ryan's actions, and Farah preferred to linger on the steps of the tower.

Amidst the sound of waves and gusts of wind, Farah heard her own voice muttering about torment and pain. With difficulty, Farah realized that that was what she said. "You don't have to drag me. What else do you think I can expect from you other than a barbaric attitude? Then whip me.... Where do you want me to go? Weapon storage, you say? Where is that? I want to be the ideal brave woman."

An older man with sharp gray eyes was talking to Ryan, and after it was done, Farah heard Ryan say to the man, "You're right. But I can't do it."

The old man replied, "Yes, son. Better done that way." Then, "Will, be a good boy. Look what you can do. That's a pretty easy task."

The scorpion-like pain pierced Farah's skull, and she could not see the dark-skinned young man approaching her, and she barely heard a single word the young man said to her. he leaned tiredly on the stairs, feeling the splashing of water on his neck. The words of the young man slowly started to sound by him.

"Farah, listen to me, it's Will. You recall? Will's like your brother. You want to walk to the weapons storage, don't you? Take my hand. You want to come with me, don't you? You don't want us to be rude to you, do you?"

Finally, Farah felt herself responding to the gentle command, and as she was beside the cannon and leaning there, she said, "What do you want your victims to be? Do I have to lie on a cannon, like a sun-drenched garment?",

"No, Farah." This time, all I heard was Ryan's voice. "Sit there, put your head down, and wait."

Farah fell to her knees, wrapped her arms around the cannon, hugging her like a floating flood victim, sticking her face against the cold iron. Screaming began to sound from his sore throat. Tears that felt hot flowed down his cheeks. After a while, Farah remembered to raise her face, but her gaze became like a mosaic piece of various shapes and colors, like a dress pattern, just that the pattern was meaningless. The color faded to a soft gray, then he noticed Gege coming and talking to Ryan.

As Gege sat beside him, a small towel in the pocket of Gege's pants was taken by Farah carrying him to her burning cheeks, and using it to wipe her tears. Gege's hand felt cold as it touched Farah with a soothing tenderness. Even so, Farah still sobbed, "Don't hurt me."

"Never, Farah," said Gege. "Lay your head on my arm. Rightly so... Farah, tell me where you feel pain."

Farah tried to listen to Gege, but every word was lost as soon as she heard it. The voice around him was silent. Farah stared confusedly at the dripping water falling into her hands. A cold cloth was placed on his neck, on his ears, on his cheeks, and made his mind return.

"Farah, where does that hurt?"

While trying her hardest to concentrate, Farah checked her body condition. His headache is gone. It took a long time, followed by a confused mind, to realize that the pain was already radiating downwards.

"Gee... Gege..gambaku got whipped.I think I've been whipped."

Ryan said something, a sharp cry, and from the top of his head, Farah heard Gege say, "Don't start that, for God's sake. He's whining about a high fever." Gege's voice was not as calm as his hand. "Gio?"

"On the island that Will and I came to - vocal pronunciation with a peculiarly foreign accent was heard by Farah... They were burying two bodies found there. They all have fever..."

Gege said sharply, "Did the symptoms begin with pain in the back?"

"No. With the rash." Farah was brought downstairs at a dizzy pace, and Gege opened his shirt.

Farah's anger was ignited by Gege's actions, for a while her common sense returned because an uneven surface hurt her shoulder bone, and Farah said in a hoarse voice. "Don't treat me like a fool. I can hear you talking about me. And I don't want fifty men to see my rash."

Farah realizes she was taken to Keith's room. A wet cloth was placed on his aching legs and hands, and the diamond-shaped window reflected light to his eyelids. The sun, which was very bright, when Farah opened her eyes, faded away, and when Farah saw it again, the room turned dark and the window panes were filled with stars.

There was a soft voice, was Ryan's voice saying? Farah Mumbled. "He's a lot colder now,"

"I expected it." That's Gege's voice. "Dam. This is what we're afraid of".

If his body had cooled down, why would they consider him bad? Before finding the answer, Farah was already sound asleep.

The silvery morning light makes the room look foggy upon awakening. Ryan, who had to shave, sat on the bed beside him. Ryan tucked his arm behind Farah's shoulder and helped her get up into a sitting position. Slowly, Ryan fed her a vegetable soup, which was thick, multifaceted, and equipped with chunks of meat.

After Farah finished it, Ryan placed an empty bowl on the table and placed a pillow and laid Farah's head on it.

"Some people," said Ryan calmly, "will do anything to attract attention."

Farah's common sense returned for a while. It doesn't matter to me, thought Farah. Because I'm weaker than a glass jar....

Farah recalled her behavior as a spectacle material in the rooftop. Farah grinned weakly and said, "Hi...".

Ryan smiled obliquely, "Is that all you can say?".

"Good soup."

Ryan laughed, stressing his long-fingered hand to the side of Farah's neck. It seems Ryan is checking for Farah's fever, but Ryan shows no expression of pleasure or relief, knowing that Farah is no longer fever.

"How are you feeling?" ask Ryan.

"good. But, I feel like a boiled bird." With a frown, Farah asked, "Have I healed?"

"We'll see." Ryan's smile was carefully arranged to show a cheerful impression. Ryan did so well that Farah had not thought of looking more inward. And there are other problems to be solved. Farah gathered her courage.

"I have no doubt you're disappointed that my condition is too painful to whip."

"Yaaahh you know? I'm heartbroken. I stayed up all night while *************whip me."

There is one thing that is true in Ryan's words. Ryan hasn't slept all night. Lack of sleep, like other conditions, makes Ryan's face still look handsome. However Farah could see fatigue there.

Ryan moved to grab Farah's hand, and took it to his lips to kiss gently. A small splash appeared from Farah's skin, where it was touched by Ryan's lips.

"I guess you must think my pain is a recompense for running away from you?". With her free hand, Farah wrapped a pinch of her long hair on a finger and watched it closely. "It's appropriate, and it'd be better for your pride if you found me in a mess."

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