The Girl Next Door's

Dreamtime

"You've gone too crazy," that's all Deril can say to describe how the person before him is. "I'm going to die, right?"

Doctor Stephen nodded, confirming what Deril was thinking. "Your fate will be the same as the child in the first refrigerator."

Deril moved, positioning his body to lie on the floor. He stared at the ceiling filled with cobwebs. Suddenly he missed the sunlight. To a lesser extent, Deril regretted meddling in the matter, simply because he fell in love with Mika.

"I-I'll do anything! Please, don't kill anyone else." Ardi suddenly opened his mouth.

For a moment, Doctor Stephen looked at the thin, dry boy. "What else can you do?" ridicule Doctor Stephen. "What do you have, to the point of daring to offer yourself like that?" Doctor Stephen walked quickly towards Ardi. "WHAT ELSE CAN YOU DO!?"

BUGS!!!

A punch landed right in Ardi's stomach. Ardi instantly fell silent, like he could not breathe for a few seconds. "Ohuk!" Ardi coughed once, then his mouth spit out blood.

"With your broken body, what can you do for me again? I'll give you some time for a long break, before you feel hell again. So shut up and go to sleep!" doctor Stephen's Order.

There was no answer from Ardi. He desperately endured the pain in his stomach. Stephen's doctor didn't even try to take him to the hospital, which means, he also didn't care if Ardi died a few hours later.

"His beautiful face will indeed attract more men's attention. It could be, in the future, there would be many corpses here." Doctor Stephen is back at Deril. "Because you don't want to try, so, just die now, huh?" He pointed the muzzle of the gun at Deril.

Spontaneous, Deril grabs Doctor Stephen's leg and pulls it with all his might. Deril felt, it was the last thing he could do to survive. Whatever happens after that, only God knows.

THE BUAG!!!

Chief Doctor Stephen hit the ground with an impromptu attack from Deril. He groaned in pain, yet did not faint like Deril had hoped. In that short time, Deril crept up, approaching the dropped gun not far from Doctor Stephen's hand. He immediately grabbed it and turned the gun on Doctor Stephen.

'Shit! Damnit damnit! Siaaaaall! I don't know how to shoot a gun!' inner Deril. She wanted to cry, but circumstances forced her to endure.

"Aaaarrghhhh!" Doctor Stephen curled up, then sat down while holding his head behind him. "Haha! Is this how it felt when I hit you?"

Deril swallowed with great difficulty. From the corner of his eye, Deril could see a baseball bat lying on the last rung of stairs. 'Oh, my God, if he runs and picks up that stick, I'm dead!' inner Deril despair. He researched how it looked like the gun would work. 'Is this an automatic gun? Do I just pull the trigger?'

"There's only one bullet left."

Deril widened in shock. He recalled that Doctor Stephen had fired a bullet several times into Mia's body.

"Unless you're a sniper, try and shoot me dead with one of those bullets." Doctor Stephen stood up. Deril was trembling because of that figure. But eventually, he decided to pull the trigger and point the tip of the gun at Doctor Stephen's stomach.

DOR!!!

The eruption echoed in the basement. He didn't give time for Doctor Stephen to provoke him anymore. Deril tried not to close his eyes when shooting, fearing Doctor Stephen twitched and instead lunged at him.

'Because!' Deril glee is not playing when the blood seeps in Doctor Stephen's shirt. 'Moving, Deril! Take that stick!' Deril threw the gun in his hand all the way. He crawled as fast as he could towards the stairs. As soon as he managed to reach the baseball bat, Deril looked back for a moment. He had to make sure he was out of Doctor Stephen's reach.

Realizing that his life is on the edge, Deril immediately climbs the steps. He had to escape before Doctor Stephen pointed the gun at him. At least half of his body should have come out of the basement's secret door.

DOR!!!

Deril closed his eyes as gunshots rang out again. The last thing he remembered, his hand had already pushed the secret door open. He could not remember, whether he had managed to get his body out before that, or not.

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(Ten years ago)

"You're crazy! What are you doing to our son's body!?"

"He'll always be like this."

"This is not what I want!"

"My beautiful son."

"Let go! Keep your hands off my son's body! I'll take him to the hospital myself!"

MOMMY!!!

"You said I had to help my son."

MOMMY!!!

"You said I can't let my son die."

MOMMY!!!

"Why are you blocking my intention to make my son look like this forever?"

MOMMY!!!

"Aren't you angry about that son of a bitch's behavior?"

MOMMY!!!

"If you can't help, you better shut up!"

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