Bab 17: Good morning honey
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I was finally free! Chris was completely on my shoulder trying to support himself from the wound. Well what they all lie in those stupid shows! The stab hurts like hell and once twisted inside the knife I used will leave him in hospital for the next whole month. I pitied him at this moment but well I did say I'll go back with him.
There were guards approaching due to all the commotion, I counted them and they pretty much outnumbered me. So I waited patiently for them to reach us. While I waited I suddenly heard a chuckle, it was Chris! I looked at him and he was looked at my face with a ridiculed expression and then putting his head down in pain chuckled again. I got pretty curious so I went ahead and asked, " what makes you laugh even when it's causing so much pain?" I was expecting a reply but he kelt on chuckling while grabbing his wound. 'What a idiot!' I told my heart and just ignored him as the guards frantically carried chris off my shoulder giving him proper support.
The other guard pressed a red button on his walkie-talkie and called in emergency paramedics. I looked at chris again as he chuckled through his pain, he was looking at me this time as replied, "you!". I got very confused by his reply and asked again, "what?"
"You make me laugh" chris replied through his painful silent laughters "you clown! You make me laugh".
"EXCUSE ME!" I immediately shouted a bit offended "you hooligan, how dare you call a fine lady clown!?". To my reply he just laughed a little to hard and here it was! He coughed up blood. Well I don't know how this person standing in front of me is, I just know he deserved all of the pain. As paramedics brought the stretcher chris ordered them to take him home and call in the doctors, surgeons as well as the nurses. Then looking at me and chuckled again ordering his guards, "and bring this clown and lock her down in the cellar"
"WHAT!" I shouted and resisted as two guards held my hands behind my back restraining me, "Ahh be careful!". Chris was looking at the entire show and enjoying every moment of it I can tell. I cursed him through my pain, "You bastard! How dare you trick me. I was ready to go back to the mansion. You'll pay heavy!!". But he just kept laughing, at all the lunatics I have been performing. "Lets go!" Chris signalled his guards to move and all started moving fast as chris had suffered injury. I was being pushed fast around and ahead but my dislocated shoulder was getting cramped with all the restraining, "Be Careful! I'll walk, stop trying to lead me like bunch of hooligans! It hurts!"
I heard chris laugh again but this time threatened the guards, "Better be careful with her! Or you'll regret it a big time". As soon as chris said that the guards let go of me and simply held me by my elbows pulling me around. 'This is better!' It didn't hurt as much but my next opportunity I am slicing chris alive and selling him piece by piece in the black market. The mansion wasn't far away but my energy was on rapid loss due to all the exhaustion. The local anaesthetics given by samara were going ineffective and the pain in my back had started to slowly shoot up.
We reached the mansion in next 5 minutes, my pain wasn't that loud yet but it had started on a pretty bad note. As we stood at the mansion door my back gave up, the pain shot straight up my spine to my head! And I suddenly went dizzy. I couldn't see properly everything was blurring out. We went inside and they took chris upstairs but pulled me towards a different door that had staircase descending downwards. I couldn't see anything properly but I had to tell the guards, "Help me! Get samara!...Its too much...the pain...its too much!" I was losing consciousness slowly. Below in the cellar we took a sharp left and there was another door, the guards pulled out a key and rest didn't see because my eyes had given up! My body flopped down and I lost all my senses then all my consciousness!
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I woke up head still dizzy and the room still spinning, by the time my vision adjusted i could feel the IV drip attached to my left hand and somehow it looked a but nostalgic. 'How many times am I going to end up like this mara!?' I looked around feeling the same room would be there; but no the bed I was on felt like feathers, it was canopy bed with delicate white silk curtains hanging by the wooden frame. The fireplace looked lot old fashioned than the one in guest house, the interior was classic wooden with a tint of musky smell flooding the environment. Ceiling had its own aesthetics with golden frame surrounding the entire square of the room and the entire room was a odd colour of blue which looked soothing to the eyes.
If this room was a honeymoon suit it would earn in thousands, such was the royalty it reeked of. As I was admiring the scene a sudden thought of reality flashed through my mind. There were no windows only one wooden door, I was in the basement cellar! probably in a room made for some VIP guest. But why? Why would they make such great rooms for anyone in the cellar? As I got up a buzzer went on, probably it was set in a way that it will ring if I wake up.
"Umm... sleep a little more", a unknown voice from my bedside groaned in a sleepy voice. I knew who it was as I turned to see him, there he was chris lying shirtless with all his wounds plastered properly. As I looked at him with disgust and possibly anger my eyes but there he was, with a beautiful smirk and ruffled hair that complimented his green eyes. With eyes barely opened he smiled a big grin looking at my face, "You look silly with that face, good morning honey"
Status Power Mingguan
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