The DarkHole Laboratory

The Willow Troto 28

Troto never once turned his gaze to the woman on the stage. Troto's back on his shirt.

Why is that woman there? What the hell's going on? How could? There are so many questions in Troto's brain that he forgets his mission with Willow.

Troto clasped his number board hard. "150thousand gold coins" the Mc again shouted the final offer.

An offer from the old man with his thick mustache. Staring at his auction with a disgusting look.

"150thousand first gold coins!" Mc has shouted the number of bids heading into the final. The old man's smile grew even wider. Troto is getting furious.

"150thousand second gold coins" the old man's me sum face made Troto even more inflamed. He saw the woman being auctioned down helpless, dull and shabby.

"150thousand gold coins to—"

"300 THOUSAND GOLD COINS!!" Troto said cut Mc. The old man stared at Troto. Mc made a surprise, an offer that is certainly unmitigated.

The woman on the stage stared at Troto who was also staring at him. They looked at each other for a long time. Of course he doesn't know who the antidote is. Man with tuxedo.

"Well, the first 300 thousand gold coins" the old man sighed in annoyance, of course he had many coins but for a human slave, that amount was not worth the loss of the precious coins.

"300thousand second gold coins!" The woman threw away her gaze. He resigned. Anyone is the same. Young or old man. He will just be a child.

"300thousand gold coins, Third! Geck!Geck!Geck!"

"Congratulations to Mr. number 67, you get it, later our team will come and ask for your information" said Mc Auction.

Troto stared intently at the woman who had been led by someone to go back inside. Their eyes meet again. Their gazes were released when the shabby body was no longer visible. Then there was the sound of something heavy being pushed in.

"Next, this item, is a relic of the nation …. "

Mc continued his auction show, Troto was no longer focused on his show, his hands clasped hard on the numberboard.

Troto out he'll redeem the woman. On the doorstep of the casino Troto saw the Luford with a hardened face. The sound of a crackling sounded from Troto's mouth. He forgot about Willow.

"You are useless!" The cry of the Luford was heard by Troto who concluded that the woman had escaped. Troto will meet Willow later after his problems at this auction are over.

"Zale, I met Popi" he told his earpiece.

"Well!" Zale who was on the other side again scratched his ears. His hearing is impaired.

"You said you met Popi?" Ask Zale.

"Where?"

"Auction, I bought it there, 300 thousand gold coins."

"Crazy! Don't tell me you're still—"

"No this—"

"It's not like you're on a mission with Willow"

"Mr Troto, please follow me" someone called him. Everything about everything he had to finish was in order.

He saw Zale who was already at the casino door. "It looks like a fight's going on, the corner's ruined."

Zale instead focused on the corner of the kitchen where Willow shot each other with Luford's men. He approached Troto, who was waiting for what he had bought.

"Sir, please, we are very happy to work with you." The manager's smile. The figure of a shabby woman came out with her hands chained. Long black curly hair messy.

Zale's breath choked. "Pop?" Guman Zale's.

"Give me your hand, now he's your master!" Say the woman who opens the chain in the hand of Popi.

Popi found two men in front of him. The one guy who bought it, the one looks younger with tidy hair. They have silvery hair.

Popi looked at both of them. He walked closer. Popi's gaze looked empty and lethargic. As long as he was held captive, he did not eat much.

Popi's body staggered and collapsed. Troto quickly captured the skinny woman's body.

"Where are you taking him?"

"To my cottage" Troto insisted. He lightly carried the frail body.

"You also lost his memory? Like Willow?"

"He was the first."

***

Willow rushed towards the Troto house he occupied. His feelings are mixed. Riding Troto's moto. He drives his vehicle.

He exited the Giant Pipe with an uncertain feeling. He did not want to believe it, but until now Troto did not even contact him.

Still a bluish bruise on Willow's face. He did not feel his pain. Reaching the Falldown hill he parked his moto.

He went to the Troto house he lived in. Not far from Falldown Hill. In silence Willow stepped towards the Troto hut.

Willow stared at the window of the log cabin where he lived. He saw movement in the cottage.

"You don't have to do anything, get some rest" Willow saw Troto say coldly. In women with long curly hair. Busy in the kitchen.

"I'm a slave sir, I can't just sleep alone" the woman replied lowered her head in fear. Troto looked on with a pity look.

"You're Troto here, you left me last night"

Willow went into the cottage. He could not blame the two ex-lovers.

"You here?" Troto's approaching Willow. Hugged Willow tightly. Need it.

"You better go back to your room! Recover your body, I don't want you to trouble me" Troto flatly said by pulling Willow into his room.

The woman used the restroom in the basement. He obeyed the words of his master. The hat goes in the room. He closed the door slowly. He took off his apron and squeezed the cloth strong.

His face looked up no more naivety, a look of unsettled eyes, with something sneaky behind it.

In Troto's room. The man still hugged her. But not like in front of the curly woman. Right now Willow is releasing Troto's embrace.

"Explain!" Willow stared intently at Troto.

"You remember what I said when we got back together. I'm not gonna let you go, and you know I can be reckless" he threatened Troto.

"I'm right there's nothing .. Why is your face?"

Troto just noticed a bruise on Troto's face. He cupped Willow's face and watched her every inch of her neck.

"Ck! You didn't come and nearly killed me, but before he killed me, I killed him first."

"That's my woman!" 

Praise Troto for not impressing Willow. He was waiting for an explanation from his father. He will hide it or explain it.

"No, say sweet! I'm still waiting for an explanation!" Willow said without further ado.

"He was my first love, and my ex, his name was Claudy Popi. He's just like you, a human being,"

Flowing the story if Troto knew Popi when he used to monitor the human world, meet and they were in a relationship, but it was only a moment, the man returned to Guapo. And meet back at the auction.

"And you erased his memory?" Willow asked, Troto nodded. Troto recounts everything at Willow's auction, which he sees as showing no signs of going berserk.

"You feel guilty?"

Troto nodded "Pityfully" he added, pulling the woman into bed and pulling her back to sit on the man's lap.

"It still hurts?" Troto stroked a bruise on Willow's face. A snort came out of Willow's mouth.

"Here's the one who wants to put someone's head down" Willow pointed into his chest. Making Troto chuckle, though, 

"My dear is sadistic, but I like it" the man stole a kiss. The little kisses that turned into Lamu tan and Luma tan.

Willow's hands embrace Troto's neck and deepen their kiss. Willow's fingers began to creep on Troto's hair.

"Lost you" whispered Troto on the sidelines of their kiss.

BRACKET! BRACKET! THE TRACK!

"AW!" a loud screech stopped the couple's fondling. Troto removed the rest of the saliva on Willow's lips. And back to the kiss. The one that came back matted Willow's lips.

"Aawww!" That scream looks like a scream. 

"Here you go, see what your first ex-lover is doing, let's see" Willow tidied up his rather cluttered clothes. Sounding from Troto.

Tbc.