Bab 57: Thinner Than Paint Thinner
Ru was cold. He was naked and only had a red blindfold. He was tied with shackles to his wrists and ankles. This was a position he was very familiar with. Once again, he found himself on a platform, forced into a pose that echoed Leonardo da Vinci's Vitruvian Man.
He wanted to say, "Fuck you, you psychomaniac," but he couldn't. It was sugar in his mouth again.
His fury shook the platform. No longer the frail child of his past, Ru stood as a grown man, his strength was clearly visible in every muscle of his body. But as he pulled and strained against the handcuffs that bound his wrists, he realized the futility of his efforts. Perhaps he could topple the platform if he pushed himself to the limit.
Pushing forward with all his might, as did trying to back away, proved fruitless. With a surge of determination, he rocked his torso back and forth.
At least he managed to make it creak.
He made sounds like "Mmmm....Mmmm...." and flapped his arms like wings in his limited movement. Occasionally he would open and close his legs.
He must have been making a lot of noise, he realized this from the footsteps approaching him. He paid attention because he was familiar with the sound of the heels of his expensive pointed-toe shoes. He was hoping the floor would be wood or stone.
"Hmm..."
No, whoever it was had different shoes. That's because 'click-clack' was the sound the psychopath's shoes made. This person must have been wearing sandals or something because every step made a 'plop-plop' sound. Yet, the possibility lingered that the psychopath could have switched shoes.
"Mmmmm...." Ru said. At that moment, he felt a needle pierce his neck.
Yes, someone had injected him again.
Three seconds passed and Ru felt his body go numb. He tried to stop the liquid from spreading through his veins by tensing his muscles, but it was impossible.
Then, the faint light behind the red sheet cut through the darkness.
Ru's desperate look pierced the blindfold. He thought he would see himself as before, or a vision of himself. No, it didn't happen that way this time.
He saw three different auras. All three auras were darker than each other.
Wait, did Ru have the ability to see auras?
Strangely, he found some solace in this new skill but was puzzled by the mystery of the dark auras. Their ominous presence cast a shadow over his mind. Perhaps there was another figure among them, but he couldn't be sure.
Before the injection, he had been shivering with cold; now beads of sweat were forming on his forehead. Confusion clouded his mind as he struggled to comprehend the unfolding events, his fear growing with each passing moment.
The last memory flooded his mind - a hotel room, ugly sugar daddy, probably dead now. He thought "I was kidnapped by the people who committed the crime. Three attackers or three vampires at once."
One of them approached, the figure enveloped in a dark, reddish aura. There was an unexpected coolness to the aura, despite the crimson hue.
Ru observed the newcomer cautiously, his senses on high alert as he tried to decipher the intentions behind the enigmatic aura. There was an unsettling allure to the figure's presence.
Whoever that person was, he or she was standing almost nose-to-nose with Ru. Strangely enough, Ru could neither hear nor feel a breath.
It was like this person was dead or... Zombie? No, there was no odor.
The needle pierced his skin again. Yet, there was no familiar prickle of liquid entering his bloodstream. A strange emptiness settled over him, a void where warmth should have been."Damn vampires," he muttered, a low growl rumbling in his throat. "They're draining me."
All he could hear was something rubbing against a surface that wasn't completely hard. It kept repeating. And he was smelling something. It was a combination of paint thinner and blood, with a hint of perfume.
Then he felt breath. Even though he couldn't see, he was aware of the gaze moving over his body. The hands reaching for him, the black leather gloves—maybe they were some kind of illusion.
Ru's words tumbled out, tinged with a sense of delirium born from fear and uncertainty. "Do whatever you want with me and set me free. Otherwise, I'll kill you all like your cat-masked buddy, bitches!"
"Look who's talking," said one,
"I admire your courage," said the other.
He assigned a gender to the owners of the voices, one male, the other female.
"I am not afraid of you," Ru replied. It was as if he heard his own voice, muffled and quickly swallowed by a void.
"What's going on? Why can't I speak? Where am I? Someone, please tell me!" he thought, screaming within the confines of his mind.
It was as if his thoughts were being controlled, drifting away from him bits of information swimming in the depths of his mind. He tried to grasp them, to find answers, but they eluded him as if hidden by an invisible force.
"I've been through this before," he said with a strange calm.
"You're right, you've been through this somewhere in the past, and you obviously can't forget it. Maybe you miss it. Come on, unlock the cage," someone said.
But who was it, or who were they? And what did they want?
If only he could remember and find that person.
Suddenly, someone held his face and blew a scent into his nose. The world around him began to spin and his senses heightened. A familiar but forgotten sensation returned, shaking him with a thrilling realization.
Ru had smelled the scent of a rare flower caressed by silk. This scent was released into his mind like a wind, making his memories fly. There was a thing hidden there under the pile of past—the woman's name.
His lips were whispering her name excitedly. But the name had no sound, if there was, it could not be heard.
Strangely enough, Ru had been working to read his own lips. The surreality of feeling himself added another layer to the mystery surrounding him. As he concentrated on the subtle movements of his lips, a faint whisper echoed in his mind, urging him to unravel the mystery.
"Come here and take a closer look at me," said the arousing voice of a woman.
The dim veil of reality beyond the red sheet seemed to lift for a moment. A woman's silhouette appeared in wild floral scents. She was a ghostly figure in the crimson haze, her features indistinct, but her nakedness, hidden behind the veil, was striking.
"I need you, I'm ravenous for you, Ru."
Her sensual voice touched his body with warm breaths. When Ru concentrated, he could not only see her, but he felt he was making love to her.
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Did Ru ask this question or did he remember asking it? Perhaps he had asked it, now or somewhere in the past.
"I am the echo of your deepest desires, the embodiment of the unspoken longings of your soul," she whispered, her voice a seductive melody that resonated in the very core of Ru's being.
"What I want, Ru, is to set you free," she murmured, her words caressing his senses. "Free from the chains of doubt, from the constraints of the mundane. To embrace the untamed desires that lie dormant within you."
Ru suddenly remembered the voice that had called him from his VIP number 777 times in the last three years. However, he couldn't match this voice with the voice on the phone. The VIP voice was childish, not sexy.
"I'm not far away, Ru. I don't need a phone to reach you," she replied, her voice full of excitement. "Reach out to me! Desire me!"
"First, tell me who you are," he said, his voice barely a whisper.
"Open the golden cage for me, darling," she replied.
"Why do you want this?" Ru asked, his voice trembling slightly.
"I want to face your innocence," she said, her tone shifting to a chilling intensity.
Ru's mind was suddenly aware of the danger. The pieces were quickly falling into place. The woman, whoever she was, was after his magic power. And the golden cage... It was where the reflection kept itself hidden in the palace. Ru thought it was a metaphor for his untapped potential—the power limit.
A surge of anger coursed through him. He'd been used as a pawn in a game he didn't understand. But he would not be a victim.
"If you know me, you know I won't give it to you," he said, his voice low and menacing, and added, "If you want the genie, he was last an officer in the police department. The witch knows details about him. Ask her, bitch."
The woman laughed, her thrilling sound echoed in the darkness. "Oh honey, how did you suddenly remember me? Yes, I'm a whore, your hot whore. I hold you between my legs like those old moon-soaked nights..."
Ru caught fire. Now he remembered the woman, the nights they shared, the passion and the pain.
"Whatever you're doing to him, stop it now!" said another woman's tough voice. And that voice brought Ru's mind out of limbo and back to the reality he was in.
"Oh, nothing! He's just young, it happens." said the gentle voice of a man. With that voice, Ru remembered the contraption he was hanging in the middle of and the extremely shitty situation he was in.
It was the shame he was experiencing. He became so enraged that he tore open his numb mouth and screamed at the top of his lungs.
"I swear I will kill you, all of you!"
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