Chapitre 3: Intro Pt 3: Chapter 4.5
Chapter 4.5
EARLIER…
Adam sighed and said, "Fine, I will tell you. Come here..."
While blushing, she complied
"Finally. Yes. Oh God yes...", she thought with a pounding heart, "...Took your sweet time ya bastard"
She closed her eyes and puffed her lips. "Wait, he's too tall...", She stood on her tippy toes and thought, "No excuses now. The mood is perfect".
Half a second later, "I have waited long enough, come on and.... aaaAHHHH", she thought.
The feeling associated with her abrupt yelling...
First her body and mind fell into a mire of chilling viscous mucus. Then, like she walked through an ethereal pine needle forest, needles dug into the flesh and bones and scraped at her nervous systsm.
Next, she felt as if she were dumped into the center of a sun.
Just as the heat washed over her in waves and barely faded away, everything from a sense of self, to a general perception of the surroundings, shattered like glass. For years, the mind is cast adrift in a fragmented wasteland of nothing until bang. Just like a newborn, a glacial cold stops everything in place until scattered thoughts are returned and the surroundings stabilize.
And just like a miracle, the sights are completely different.
She hated this feeling and would usually do anything to avoid it even though Transportation was the new, hot, way to travel. It's not exactly teleportation but it is rather close. Time is still a factor even though it is infinately close to being an instant transfer, now at least.
Elena didn't reflect upon her hatred of the method of transport because she was occupied with other thoughts. "Chance...", she held onto Adam's body like a koala for support. "Hahaha, you will carry me you bastard. Playing me like a fool... not likley", she thought.
She even tried to use her cutest and pseudo angry voice to reprimand but...
"What the hell Adam, you know that I...Urgh...", she actually got sick this time. A common problem for modern day people, like air sickness or car sickness.
Usually, she could handle her Transport Sickness, but.... When combined with another biological process that remained the champion of pain and annoyance, it became a problem.
She ran Into the bathroom and sat on the toilet, "For all of the advances in science, noone has been able to control this quarterly nonsense".
Women of ages past would have been coughed mouthfuls of blood if they heard that the longest standing biological process was reduced to once every four months. How it was possible, these women of the past will never know.
She freshened up and held a note in her hand.
"Congratulations, I don't know if your going to need these but the makeup is in the back. Love you. ~Eve".
Elena shook her head and said, "This girl. She planned for us to be alone". She tore the paper up and smiled before she flushed it down the toilet. "Thank you babe, I need all of the chances I can get"
She pulled out a personally made makeup kit and said, "This is...", she teared up and held her heart, "Thank you...".
Meanwhile, in the Li residence.
Evelynn sat down on a floaty in a pool 6 times the size of an Olympic swimming pool. She sneezed while Li massaged her feet with one hand and used another to hold an umbrella to protect her delicate skin from the artificial sun. They were in a shallow part of the pool, a center area that had dry land like an island.
He did not even spare his face as he used his nose to increase the pools temperature with his watch. Eve just looked at him in annoyance.
She sipped on her drink and then used her free hand to moisten her body with some water, starting with her chest.
Li stared at her like a bloodthirsty hyena for a brief second before returning to his gentlemanly smile of servitude.
Getting over her emotions a second later, Elena started to put the makeup on. She heard Adam ask her if she was ok and was about to answer when she grabbed the things Evelynn left for her. She turned it on and said, "I am....".
She started to stress about her incomplete makeup but smiled right after she heard the throw up sounds. She rolled with the tape and continued to apply her flawless and blessed makeup.
"...Not fine", she said.
She finished her makeup and grabbed the last of the three things she was given. A tiny capsule with a cartoon picture of a human head with its mouth open in a comical way. A waterfall of throw up was aimed at the cap on the capsule.
She hid the recording device then threw the capsule and the degradable makeup kit into the toilet and flushed. The capsule simulated the stench of real throw up, like a stinkbomb.
She cracked the door open and finally let herself absorb what Adam had said to her. For a brief moment, she was able to calmly accept his words, "I understand, don't try to remember that...", but against her better judgement, she imagined it. She shuddered and said, "I wouldn't wish that upon my greatest enemies"
"Elena..."
"Adam..."
She tried to keep her mind off of it but, she kept on imagining Li, slowly and with trembling fingers, undress Adam. Eyes and hands, scanning over every nook and cranny as he, like a frightened bunny, caressed Adam's skin. She imagined Li, doing this and that to Adam and she felt disgusted, not at them but at herself because she liked the imaginary scenario...They were both handsome, almost beautiful men so...
She would talk to Eve about it, in the meantime...
She ran into the bathroom to throw up for real, which was actually her response to the fake throw up smell that bombarded her nose.
After cleaning up, she gently opened the door just in case Adam was standing there again. She looked to the left, then to the right and froze at what she saw.
Adam was standing at Evelyn's door and showed a face that she had never seen, happy, truly happy, and more than anything, content. She could not see or feel anything fake or simulated in his expression.
She let him have this moment and closed the door in front of her. She pressed her back to the bathroom door and slid to the floor. In a series of stolen whispers, she cried and hiccuped after a few seconds of thoughtlessness.
Luckily, She didn't get caught up in the moment and before anything else, she scrambled to the hidden recorder and pressed play on it. She wept to the recording of someone throwing up.
She only hoped that she managed to recollect herself before Adam heard her, she knew that his hearing was dozens of times better than a normal person's. Even with her precaution and knowledge on Adam, she sobbed even harder.
[How would respond to someone who is crying over you, knowing full well that neither of you can be together?
- I chose to selfishly ignore it]
Elena recovered herself and washed her face. She pinched her cheeks and smiled into the mirror, the brightest she has ever had made in her life.
She walked out of the bathroom with a hop in her step and entered Adam's hall. She heard the water running from the bathroom on the left and froze in front of the door. Her false expression broke down and she reached towards the handle with clear eyes.
"What am I doing?"
She laughed at herself and forced herself away.
"Hello Nyro, will you open up for me?", she said cutely. As soon as her sentence ended, the door opened.
She saw endless sands and blue sky and cried even more than when she was in the bathroom.
"How long has he kept it like this?", she said aloud. A semi-computerized voice replied, "Nine years 12 minutes and 56 seconds and counting".
She laughed, wiped her tears, and said, "Thank you Nyro"
She took her shoes off and walked into the room. After walking around for a bit, the voice asked, "Would you like to sit Mistress".
She laughed and said, "Mistress?"
The computer voice called Nyro said, "I may be a basic self learning program master made when he was but a child, but even I have been able to understand the meaning behind why master doted upon mistress, despite his directives"
Elena laughed and said, "Listen Nyro, things between me and Adam are... complicated. I hope one day you never learn but, it probably won't take too long to figure out. If you haven't already"
"I understand Mistress. Now, about my question?"
"Yes. I would love to sit, thank you. Soo....um...when is... you know..."
"Master is entering the room in three, two..."
The door opened soudlessly and Adam walked in...
She just stared.... And stared harder.... And stared..... Stared.... and oh, she had a nose bleed.
Chapter 4.5 Pt 2
When Adam stepped into the room he touched his middle finger and thumb together and rotated his hand so that his closed palm faced the roof. His fingers separated and two lines projected out of his wrist, generating a rather large screen. The skin around his wrist glittered like diamonds as a vibrant keyboard with an odd amount of keys popped up.
A wall of sand rose up from the ground and created a place for him to avoid Elena's prenetrating gaze.
He wrote in a string of commands on the 96-key keyboard. The platform then dispensed two slabs of something. Seconds later, the two blocks chiseled, colored, and re-textured themselves.
A minute and a half later, a maroon waistcoat and checkered tie (Diagonally separated by the top and bottom. Maroon by his throat, black and white squares along the bottom) The button down shirt was a crisp and void like black. The pants were a similar color but checkered suspenders hung at his sides like twin tails. The outfit was completed by a pair of white and black dress shoes that matched the checkered patterns spread throughout his outfit. His silver eyes matched the metallic color of the silver buckles (on the back of the vest and on the suspenders), cufflinks, and shoe buttons.
He stepped out from behind the makeshift wall while fixing his tie. Then he grabbed the second set of clothes he received and brought them to Elena.
"Put this on, we have to test the project"
They stared into each other's eyes so intently that he could see her... perverted gaze...
"Here", he managed to say with some difficulty.
"Thank you"
She wiped her bloodied nose with a tissue box that rose out of the sand.
Elena started to undress right in front of him.
"..."
He just started at her like how a parent would stare at their young child who did something stupid; angry and helpless at their innocence. Only, both parties were adults and neither was as innocent as they pretended to be.
Elena just decided that no matter where she went while in the room, she would not be able to avoid his eyes so…
She stripped to her underwear and wore the clothes, with some difficulty.
"This is cute. Did you make it?"
Adam typed on his keyboard and periodically dragged something on the screen from somewhere else. Everything looked like alien text and pictures to her but it was also extremely familiar. She knew that it was a language he invented when they were kids to make things easier for himself.
She, however, talked about the dress that wrapped around her figure perfectly. It was mostly made of black lace and frills that fit, most appropriately, on a Victorian era porcelain doll. She wore: A wide brimmed and sharp tipped hat that had a maroon ribbon; silk like gloves that exaggerated the size of her wrists with large white cuffs and silver cufflinks; Checkered tights that were the same void like black and snow white as the ones on Adam's clothing. Her feet were encased in glass like, black, heels that fit the Victorian aesthetic with similarly exaggerated and decorative white cuffs.
"..."
"Hey. I said, 'did you'..."
"Miss Elena, Master spent 5 months, at least 2 hours a day, attending to the quality of each and every thread."
"Oh... um. Thank you Nyro."
"I did not make that dress Nyro. That's a pre generated outfit. So I did not have any hand in the creation of what you are wearing", he said dismissively.
Elena mouthed, "Did he design it?", which prompted a virtual emoji face, that popped out of thin air, to nod its head and wink while smiling.
"Enough, Nyro. Make sure that the connection is stable"
"Yes...", the robotic voice said somewhat "cheerfully?"
"You can start it up then"
The room distorted every one of her senses.
"Oh..."
She started to hear a series of erratic beeping and slow and hypnotic droning.
"...are we playing a game?..."
She looked down to see and feel the endless sands below her feet as it, interestingly enough, hardened to stone.
"...Is that why I'm dressed up?..."
Her sense of taste and smell interacted with an artificial dampness that had no place being in such a well insulated and clean environment;
"...Wait…"
And with a spin, she can saw the walls darkening and constellations of lights glittering on their sufaces.
"...Did you make a custom simulation?..."
Elena focused on Adam, who put the finishing touches on whatever he was doing.
He smirked at Elena and said, "Sound...", and in that instant, no matter what happened, Elena lost the ability to hear anything.
Oddly enough, she could continue to hear him when he said the names that could be associated with her others senses. His spell ended with her sight.
She was stuck in endless darkness, disoriented, to the fullest extent of the word. That was, until she heard a voice slither into her ears and chase away any negative feelings in her heart.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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