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"Thank you very lot, ejiq," says the author. As I rolled my eyes at the sight of the entire inside of his bachelor flat, I drank the glass of water he handed me and went about my business.
"Many thanks for your assistance." It was at this very time that he grinned and, due to his fragility, he gradually lost sight of his eyes.
My voice was low as I lowered the glass on the granite table in front of him. "You're affluent," I mumbled. His kitchen counter was precisely the same as mine in terms of appearance.
Everything in her room is black, even the floor, which is gray, with a white ceiling. The remainder of the space is painted white.
His home is packed with mirrors, and it is a dark and foreboding environment. All that is turned on is a weak light in the kitchen, and it is only in the kitchen that this light is turned on.
When he inquired as to whether or not I was silent, he began to rub my hair and sniff it, which I found unexpected at first.
I was embarrassed by what he'd done, so I took a step back and diverted my sight from the situation.
While looking in the mirror, I saw that my face was becoming pretty warm, which was quite uncomfortable. My understanding of what he was attempting to accomplish or why he did it is completely lacking.
"What exactly is the issue, Ejiq? What exactly is the problem? I needed to get back to my house. Thank you very much once more for everything." He came into the room, said something, and then walked out.
From behind me, as I sat in the living room, he dragged me to one side and tightened his grip on me.
His "Shh" brought my hair to the end of its strands, and I felt my heart rate slow.
I was a little uncomfortable with the way he positioned his finger on my lips and flashed his cheeky smile, so I backed away.
The sound of his deep, resonant voice has a sensuous, familiar ring to it in my ears.
As I glanced at him, he shrugged his shoulders and said nothing. He sat down on the sofa in his living room after that, and I remained where he had left me, where he had left me standing.
"Can you explain me why you did what you did?" I inquire. "Wow, she's very humorous," I thought to myself when I first saw her on television.
"I'm not obligated to do anything; I'm simply doing it because I want to. Why? You've had a bit too much to drink?" His approach makes it look as though we're merely engaged in a game, and that all he wants to do is pursue his own absurd beliefs, which are entirely unfounded.
You've changed your demeanor considerably. Initially, you seemed serious in my home, and when you took me out of their home, you stated it was fine in yours. I haven't had the strength to say no recently, and now it looks as though you're playing a game with me." I then stated my unhappiness and grew upset for no apparent reason, which prompted me to get enraged with him and leave the room.
Perhaps he reminds me of my rapist because he speaks and behaves in the same manner as he did then and now.
Exactly what is it that is making you so enraged? Please be assured that you are completely at ease at this location. Hello there, you look to be nervous and depressed, and... Please do not take offense at my politeness or my desire to be of service to you. Because I am a police officer, it is my responsibility to aid individuals who want assistance." I got a good shakin' from him since he was delighted with himself.
Furthermore, I say this with a feeling of irony because it is the police who have the responsibility of divulging your home address, not you.
"Look? Exactly what is the source of your current outburst that you appear and sound so agitated? What exactly is it about my generosity that bothers you?" Asked a question, then took another step back and stared at me as if I were some sort of monster.
"You should know that I do not appreciate your kindness, so please desist from being so kind to me. I am not in need of any support or assistance from you at this time. I am capable of taking care of myself and aiding myself when necessary. As a result, I'm forced to leave. Officer Ejiq, thank you so much for your assistance. " Sya Forsaken was one of the characters whom I described before in this post.
Just for God's sake, I looked at my phone's clock and saw that it was 12 o'clock, midnight.
He looks to be upset as well, and I respond, 'Oh, crap.' He holds my arm and says, "Oh, crap."
What exactly were you thinking when you shoved me away from you? I'm merely attempting to be of support to you at this time. It was he who made the statement, "After that, I tried to avoid being around him." In my life, he is a huge cause of aggravation and disappointment.
I want to stomp on his shins and push him to let me go, but I can't. Even though this is our first meeting, the fact that he is already moving and acting so swiftly speaks a lot about him.
After I turned away, he didn't bother to look around to see what he was up to. It is entirely up to him whether or not he will eat the substance. Even though it has only happened once in my life, I am accustomed to going outside.
You shouldn't be so stubborn, if you understand what I mean. You're simply too lovely and look to be way too pleasant to be stubborn about your decision." I looked her in the eyes and drew a brow in response.
According to my assertion, "people may be misled and drawn in by looks." After that, I started walking again and increased my speed. I'm hoping they won't come after me in the same manner again.
"Don't worry, I'll bring you along with me!" And then there was a turn," he went on to describe. He's a complete moron for believing he can pass himself off as a legitimate police officer.
When I turned around, there was a black Mustang in front of me, coming to a complete halt in front of me and rolling down its window.
The moment I locked my gaze on his mesmerizing eyes, my heart skipped a beat.
"E-emon?" When he comes out of the car and gives me a kind smile, I say something.
How are you getting along? What exactly are you doing at this location? It's past midnight, and I'm exhausted." I was carried onto his shoulders and driven to his vehicle as soon as he finished speaking.
"Do you honestly believe I'd let you leave like that?" the author asks. Eliq took a step behind Emon and grasped his shoulder, all the while looking at me, and I could feel the tension between them building between them as they spoke.
He told the officers, "Leave her alone friend, she's with me," and the officer burst out laughing as he realized what Emon was talking about.
With a smile on his face, Emon said, "She's been spending a lot of time with me lately."
More than a month has passed since we first met, and I've had the pleasure of being her special friend for more than two months. In response to his arrogant demeanor, I made a sneering look and widened my lips. Shit! Did he say that, or did you misunderstand him?
Is it true? "I halted them in their tracks before they could come any closer to me, and I threw them a filthy look in their direction.
I'm on my way back home. Emon is the one I'm going to go with this time. Please accept my gratitude on his behalf, as he is departing." After that, I sat in the passenger seat and waited for Emon to get into the car before driving away.
I kept my sight fixed on Eliq as I slid the window down with my head lowered to the ground.
When I expressed my regret to him, my expression turned a little more friendly.
"How about we go?" says the group. I said something, and he shook his head and walked away from my house, along a different road than I had taken.
"Can you tell me where we're going?" I enquire, then turn around on the clogged highway we're now going on to get back on track.
In response, he said, "Anywhere far away can help you relax," and I grinned as I turned my head toward the window, trying to keep my smile hidden.
After responding with a nod and the unbuckling of my seat belt, I hurled myself into the backseat, where I snatched the travel cushion from the center console and a bag of tortillios from the floor console.
"Hey, penge ha-" my eyes widened as he glanced at my ass since I was a miserable shete at the time! 'Hey, penge ha-' he said as he squinted at the back of my shin.
In his head he whispered, "S-sorry," and then he restored his attention to the road front of him.
While I look to be brimming with humiliation and guilt over what I've done, the truth is that I'm actually feeling very well. I'm also a complete and utter imbecile.
There's also a blanket, which I utilized to keep myself warm while riding the bike.
"Can you tell me where we are?" I enquire, then open the canisters containing junk food and C2.
"Our first visit will be Quezon, followed by Cavinti Laguna and then the rest of the Philippines. "We'll just go out and buy you some clothes," he said, then took away what I was eating as I sat with the blanket on my thigh and gnawed on c2. "We'll just go out and get you some clothing," he said. His apology to Emon continued: "I'm sorry again, Emon. What I did was hurtful, and I didn't plan to do it." "
"It's all right, I understand," he muttered, and I smiled once again at the thought of him.
In low tones, I muttered, before shutting my eyes, "Your time has gone." It's possible that I was looking for too much attention, which is why I'm feeling so down.
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After that, he murmured, "I'm sorry," and I gave him a sideways glance. "Ah," I mumbled to myself. What? "He stated it was worth it for him, winking at me as he took a deep breath and smirked at the camera. Then, taking another deep breath, he said, "I said I'm sorry because I didn't text you." Following another long breath, he continued: "It appears like you're concerned, therefore it's worth it."
What is he doing making such a commotion right now? After responding, "You've got to be joking," I shifted my sight away from the road and focused on the trees we were passing by.
"Emon, I'm afraid," I said, and even though he didn't say anything, I know he heard me.
"Where? And what is the reason for this? "He queried, then threw a fleeting glance in my direction.
After that, all I did was grin and take a deep breath."
"I'm worried that someone may hurt you," I said, and he glanced at me with a perplexed expression on his face. "What do you mean, blew?" he said, his gaze fixed on his own forehead. Is there something wrong with this? Most definitely. Is everything okay with you, Kabang?" The fact that he asks, and that he is serious about it, warms the heart; it's nice to hear when the person who wants you to know that he cares about you is concerned about something that concerns you." My eyes were closed as I reached down and lifted the Indian seat and blanket off the ground, bringing them up to my shoulder with my other hand. Thank you very much, sir. I'm concerned about your current situation." "I told you," I said. Don't be hesitant to express yourself when you have anything to say, okay?" Then he burst out laughing at me. Then I questioned, "Where have you gone, your drama emon, and how did you lose your quietness, which has suddenly boosted your communication with others?" He reacted with laughing.
"All I'm doing is chatting to a small group of individuals who I'm interested in, and I'm just talking to them right now. I don't waste my time with people who aren't interested in what I have to say or who are rude to me. "Because I was fatigued, all it took was a shake of my head for me to succumb to my lethargy and give up.
When I had that sense, it felt like I had been freed from the curse of the location.
The idea that I've gotten away from my rapist is beginning to dawn on me. "Thank you very much, Emon..." I say.
Note from the author: Now that the periodical has come to an end (yay! ), the website will be updated once again. You should pakiread the merciless dictator upon whom this update of TDWRIO depends, hahaha. Thank you very lot for your assistance.
