The DarkHole Laboratory

The Willow Troto 5

Willow dressed up seductively, this looks more like her back in Nocturnal. He was in front of the bar where Liber met.

Stepping in, Willow circulated his gaze, he looked for the figure of Liber. Willow squinted his eyes and got his target.

He went to the bar and ordered a martini. Getting his drink he's headed for Liber.

Willow spread his charm, he stepped closer to Liber knocking his shoes, making Liber look up and Willow's grin get.

"You're coming! Here and there" he said while chuckling.

"Ah siaal's! Why are you drunk!" Maki Willow she throws to the sofa next to Liber.

"Quick say!" Force Willow on Liber.

"Say what?" Wrinkled forehead. Then back to laughing.

"Aha you Willow! You're a Troto woman, you know Willow, I promise I won't come near you again" Liber's slutting that makes Willow curious. The man raised both his hands,

Willow sipped his drink.

"Yes I gave up, ahahahaha, Sorry Elder I gave up, right, this woman who approached me, ahahhaha" Liber threw herself down on the table, pushing empty glasses with her head.

"What truth do you know about me?" Willow asked.

"The truth? Ah ... Ssttt ..." Liber woke up painstakingly balancing his immobile body as he wished.

"Willow you see this" Liber showed his bare hands. He hung his hand and with his other hand he touched and hit it, then he laughed out loud.

Willow leaned his body against the head of the sofa. Sighs at her seeing Liber's behavior. "Willow you have a lot," again he said.

"Ah I remember not being near you" jolted Liber who shuffled away from Willow. It's enough he's seen Liber's strange behavior. Sipping a bitter drink again but made it addictive.

Willow went down to the dance floor letting Liber with his behavior. Willow wiggled her body at the group of dancers.

Swerving following the deafening thump of loud music. Make the men one by one approach him see the cohesion of Willow's body.

"Hi himself?" A man patted him. But Willow does not care, he continues to be cool with his dance.

"Can contacts?" Said another man. Still not Willow gubris. He left the man's cage and went deeper into the dance floor.

"Beauty alone?" The third man, he saw two men who flirted at the beginning did not give up. Willow pretended to be drunk. The three lead Willow out of the bar.

"Let's take you home, baby, you're drunk" one of them said with a me sum smile.

"Ah I want to see you undressing" Willow said in a spoiled tone. All three seemed to get the green light, even though Willow did not promise anything for them.

They eagerly undressed. "Stand there! Come on!" The men were made obedient.

Willow began to approach him, and noticed their arms, and gave a kiss on the cheeks of the men. Then just leave.

"Hey where are you going!" One of them chased after Willow and pulled his arm roughly.

Willow looked at him coldly, "Remove your filthy hands off me, before I break your hands" he said flatly.

Instead of letting go of Willow's hand the man pulled Willow and forced a kiss on Willow.

The other two men came closer. When Willow thrashed.

"You can't play us, baby"

"Let's serve us later you'll let us go" This one sniffed Willow's hair.

Willow stood still, his eyes staring piercingly. His head was agape as the three men wanted to kiss him. His hand he lowered and a sharp sword came out from his fingernails and pierced the body of the man to his right and left.

"ARK!" Body's shed.

CRUST!

Then Willow quickly broke the neck of the man in front of him.

Willow stepped over the corpse that was lying in front of him. By occasionally wiping off the kisses of the three babing4n men he had killed.

"Come out" said Willow. There Liber came out with a pias face. 

"Mr Liber, do you like your spectacle? But I'm sorry I killed your errand boy" said Willow's unnerving calm.

Movement fast. He's already strangling Liber with his arm. "So what truth is it that makes you set me up?" He saw his victims sweating coldly.

"You know, it feels so good, there's a satisfaction when a brat like you is musna" said Willow, who made Liber painstakingly gulp his own saliva.

"What's this?" a heavy voice and in interrupting Willow's bullying on Liber.

"We're just having fun you want to go with the elders?" Willow replied with a smile that did not reach his eyes. He released his arm around Liber's neck.

"It's also terrible how you have fun?" Willow did not respond to Zale's words, Liber rubbed his sore neck, he did not know Willow was that tough.

"Who are you? Assistant Elder? I see you're always following the elders" Willow said, upsetting Zale. But, true to what Willow said, he always followed Troto.

"Right, I'm the assistant of the creepy face" Willow nodded, Willow waltzing just about to leave the place. The deal with the Liber is done.

"Follow me, you clean up the mess you made, and you don't follow me anymore!" Troto drags Willow to follow him.

Zale pat Liber on the shoulder. "I've told you he's no match for you, you're stubborn, prepare yourself, the elder will definitely make a lesson for you" back, Liber's face bleached, his blood as if sucked out.

"Oh yes and don't try to escape. You know what a horrible elder we are" Zale said before leaving. The man's body trembled violently. Fear rules.

Willow could not understand why this man was dragging him. But to his confusion, he never protested anything that the man did to him.

Every time Troto touched it, the pounding of his heart whizzed with endorphins pleasing to his brain.

"Ssssss" the pain in his head reappeared. He nodded, his head shook.

Troto stopped his steps. Look at Willow. 

"What's wrong? Is anyone sick?"

"My head, pain" Willow shook his head. Avoid all pain but do not eliminate the pain.

Hup.

Troto lifts Willow's body he enters in one of the cottages. Pretty big. And different shape than most huts.

"Whose cottage is this?"

"It's my work office" Troto dropped Willow off on the brownish-skinned sofa. Memory is back in picture.

Pieces of pictures of himself with a flower tattooed man. See how it is in that picture. Willow concludes that the man is his lover.

Willow grabbed her hair trying to get rid of her pain. A large hand covered his hand. Willow.

"This troto is painful" said Willow. Eyes glazed. Can't stand Troto bringing Willow's body into his arms. He clutched Willow's body tightly.

"Sorry" whispered the heavy voice. Willow's headache is getting better. It is still at home in the Troto deck. The man did not let go in the least.

Although Willow did not understand the meaning of the apology that Troto muttered several times. Also the number of kisses that Troto put on his head.

Back the longing. The feeling he craves, he feels comfort is also safe. He doesn't want to let go.

"Troto, you know something about me, don't you? You're the guy with the flower tattoo that always glitters in my otaku, aren't you?" Willow. He no longer wanted to play guessing. He wanted to know what was really going on with him.

The forceful pounding keeps Willow's body away from Troto. The man went a long way without a word. Back to cold and cruel.

"Ahk" hewhimpered. Get Troto back closer. 

"Your head still hurts?" Willow can see that worried face. That cold face that looks warm.

"That's you" Willow cupped Troto's face. 

"You know, when I hold you my heart runs wild on its own, longing also comes like a strong sea breeze."

"I, I, feel we're close, but I don't remember who you are? It was excruciating" Willow's tears didn't feel.

"What am I really?" 

"Troto, you're in—" 

The two look towards the door that opens there is Shera in her thin dress, Troto cupped Willow's hand and released from her body. She's away.

"Get out!" Her speech.

"Well!"

"OUT!" Troto Snap. Willow remained in his place.

"GET OUT I SAID!" Willow moved and ran out. He could see Shera's disgusted look at him, his heart ached. He was very ill at the expulsion of Troto.

Tbc.