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"Vana, back then, we were unjustly separated. I missed you so much. Now, we can finally be together." the monster said.
He sat on the grass and grabbed on to a tree.
Sss! Sss!
He kept hissing as the scales in his face fell off and got replaced by human flesh. It soon progressed to other parts of his body.
He was transforming into a human form.
His long tail shortened and split in two in the middle; causing him to scream miserably for a few minutes until the split tail could form legs.
His eyes became clear blue and his lips red.
In human form, he had eight packs, lean waist, broad shoulders with a snake's tattoo on his neck and right leg.
After two minutes, the pain was gone, and he got up and scratched his head a bit.
Then he stood up, reaching two meters in height. His ears remained pointed like an elf's.
He knelt beside the unconscious Cheryl with a meaningful smile on his lips.
"Vana, I won't last long. But I am glad that I met you. You will carry my seedling if I am lucky enough."
He then tore off her coverings!
********
Cheryl woke up in an unfamiliar room.
The bed she lay on was five times bigger than the one she had at home.
This room was so big, her head spun for a moment. This is a rich person's room.
How did she get here, or was it just a dream?
She rubbed her eyes and pinched herself.
"Ouch!" she cried. It wasn't a dream then.
Oh right! She was even placed on drip too! What happened to her that she ended up here?
"Hello? Anyone?" she called out in a hoarse voice.
The door suddenly opened and a young lady dressed in a black suit and gray heels came in and then made for Cheryl.
This lady wore no make-up or jewelries. Her hair was tied in a simple bun, but her beauty could not be overlooked.
"Young miss, you are awake, that's great! Please, relax while I go alert the young master for you." the lady said before turning around to leave the room.
"Wait..."
The lady closed the room's entrance door before Cheryl could ask anything.
"What's going on here?" she thought in confusion.
Who was this anonymous 'young master' and why was she referred to as 'young miss' by that stern-looking lady?
Before long, the door was opened again and the stern-looking lady came back in and waited three feet away from the door. Her head was bowed.
In no time, a man came inside the room, dressed in blue denim jeans that were ripped at the knees, red t-shirt with a gold dragon's logo, a silver chain around his neck, silver wristwatch on his left wrist and black and silver stripped leather sandals on his feet.
He wore a peony perfume scent.
His brown red hair was shoulder length and partly tied in place with a white jade Ming dynasty hair pin fastened to it.
He wore some make-up and looked like some korean K-pop idol.
6ft tall and slim, his solid 8 packs couldn't be hidden by the red t-shirt.
Cheryl marvelled at this delicious sight she was beholding. Such a man existed? He is indeed a young master!
"You're awake." the man stated as he sat on the chair beside the bed. He looked at the drip bag and said that there was still a long way to go.
Cheryl didn't know what words to say. Many scenes were playing in her head. She felt she had committed a sin to even see him. Ahh, this handsomeness overdose!
"Sir...I...Uh...." she stammered.
"We found you in the forest when we went camping so we took you here." the man explained. His voicewas melody to the ears. She wanted to listen to it all day.
She subconsciously smiled.
"You were severely injured when we saw you. What did you encounter?" the man asked.
"I..." she held her head. When she tried to recall what happened, there was this sudden headache.
"Your head hurts?" the man asked in concern.
"Yeah...Really hurts!" she managed to say with one eye closed.
"Then rest! When you recover, you might remember. By the way, I'm called Shane Whitlock. You?"
"I'm... Cheryl... Cheryl Adler." she replied. "Thanks for saving me. I appreciate." she said with a smile.
"That's nothing. It's my duty to help a vulnerable person. And what would you like to eat?" Shane asked.
"Anything edible... but I really want spicy... spicy food."
"Oh? You can't eat that right now."
"Then... anything nutritious and delicious. Sorry for the trouble." she said in a small voice.
Shane patted her shoulders after rising from the chair.
"I'll be back. Relax! Visiting La-la land isn't a crime either." he said and she chuckled.
He then turned around to leave the room with the stern-looking lady who helped close the door behind them.
Cheryl felt tired and closed her eyes. She couldn't still believe how she landed here with this hot pie. She tried recalling previous events but another headache bout came. She decided to just relax and soon went to La-la land.
30 Minutes later.
Shane returned to the room with a lunch box in his hand. He placed it on the table beside the bed.
He saw that Cheryl fast asleep and a smile crept up to his lips.
This Cheryl may be average, but the scars on her face did not diminish her charm in any way.
He sat on the chair beside the bed and touched her forehead with his right palm.
"Her temperature's okay" he muttered.
Sensing someone touching her forehead, she opened her eyes and beheld Shane.
"I'm back, Angel." he said and retracted this hand.
He then pointed to the lunch box.
She smiled and tried to get up, but he stopped her.
"Don't worry, miss. I'll feed you. So relax!" he offered, but she shook her head in refusal.
"No, you can't! You've done enough. Please, just let me eat by myself," she pleaded, but he also shook his head.
"No miss, I insist!"
He helped her sit on the bed and opened the lunch box. He brought out a steel cooler and carefully opened it to reveal golden fried noodles. The aroma was heavenly to foodie Cheryl as her eyes shone with delight.
"This is the Legendary Kim Joon's noodles. Where did you get it?" she asked excitedly.
"Well, Kim Joon isn't the best noodle chef out there. I can cook as well." he said while pouring the noodles into a ceramic plate.
He then picked the chopsticks and told her to open her mouth. When she obeyed, he blew on it gently and fed her.
********
A white Rolls-Royce car parked outside a twin duplex building that was in a rich neighbourhood. The driver's door opened, and a man attired in grey suit, Teal Blue colored Shoes, black sunglasses and silver-gray stripped hat alighted from the car.
He walked to the other side of the car and opened the back seat's door on the right and two feet wearing silver heels came down first. Then the owner of the elegant feet showed her full self and left the car.
The driver bowed and closed the backseat's door gently.
This lady had fair skin, long, slim legs, was 5ft tall, lean backside, but she had some curves. It's evident on the blue denim miniskirt that she wore.
Underneath the short skirt are fish net stockings. She wore a Yellow tank top and a blue denim jean jacket.
She held a silver purse and donned a silver necklace. Her dyed red hair is nek length and held in place by a blue hair band. The gold sunglasses she put on made her look like some bad chick!
"Gildo, stay here. I need to say 'Hello' to my friend," she said in a sweet voice.
"Yes, young miss!" the driver nodded, and the lady walked to the gate of the twin duplex. She took out a badge from her purse and raised it up slightly. Immediately, an automated voice was heard:
"Access allowed. You may go in." the lady placed the badge back in her purse and walked in. Then the gate closed by itself.
***********
Inside the main living room.
Several men and women dressed in black and red clothes greeted the pretty lady; contrasting the white color of the Walls and chairs. They were the servants who welcomed honored guests into the residence.
She climbed the stairs gradually until she got to a certain point. She then looked back down at the servants and continued climbing upstairs.
The lady passed through several doors and finally got to a passage which had some rooms.
She walked on till she got to a certain golden door with the crest of a serpent engraved on it.
The lady opened the door to see Shane feeding Cheryl the noodles.
He tried to coax her into eating more noodles even when she said she was already full. The young lady dropped her purse, which fell to the tiled floor and broke as it was actually part glass!
This alerted Shane and Cheryl as they turned to see this pissed lady before them.
"Oh! Nerissa, you are here. You should have called," Shane said as he gently put the cooler into the lunch box back.
"Who is she, Shane?" the lady (whom we will now refer to as Nerissa Ferryson) asked with a frown.
"I am called Cherry. Nice to meet you, miss," Cherryl said in a small voice and flashed a smile.
Nerissa felt disgusted by the scars on Cheryl's face.
"Shane, what is she doing here?" Nerissa asked in ire. This damn lady with scars was an eyesore. She was only away for a week and then this low life had somehow crept into his home? What big guts she has!
"Nerissa, I can't believe you are like this. It's obvious! She needs medical attention, can't you see that? Or are those fake eyelashes of yours obstructing your view? Better take them off so you can see clearly." Shane replied unhappily. He was annoyed at her presence. This spoilt missy who wants everything going her way. Sigh!
"... You... then why not take her to the hospital? She is an ugly lowlife. Not worthy of your attention and time. Why bring her here?" Nerissa yelled.
"Young lady, it seems the old man has spoiled you too much. How can you be so insensitive to the predicament of others? She is a woman like you. Nerissa Ferryson, I'm sorry, but I can't take this attitude of yours any longer. Lisa?" he called.
"Yes, young master?" a slim, short brunette lady dressed in a black gown adorned paired with red and white stripped heels and red earrings entered the room quickly.
"Sir, Lisa is here. Please, what are your orders?" she asked with her head bowed.
"Please, kindly throw her someplace she deserves. Make sure she looks even 'prettier'." Shane commanded.
"Roger that!" she said.
Nerissa became more livid at Shane's words. What did he mean by this? What did he take her for? She wasn't some item. Was he also saying that she wasn't as pretty as that scarred, ugly lady on the bed? That bitch! She clenched her fists and her long artificial nails dug into her fair, soft palms.
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