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"Lorem Ipsum"  : Dialogue

'Lorem Ipsum'   : Internal Monologue

(loremipsum)    : Unstructured Mental Dialogue

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*CAUTION*
DON'T READ IT IN DARK MODE. THIS CHAPTER IS HARD TO READ IN DARK MODE DUE TO TEXT COLORS.

(The Woman’s POV)


(stop)

(STOPOHIWILLSTOPIWILLSTOPASSOONASITEAROFFYOURWINPIPEJUSTWAIT)

I trashed to throw him off of my back. He was sitting on my waist and holding me, now tied, hands in one hand while pushing my face to the floor with the other.

 (StopEasy)

(EASYHAHDONTMAKEMELAUGHISHOULDHAVELEFTYOUFORDEADNOBETTERTHANTHATISHOULDHAVECUTYOURTHROATWHILEYOUWEREUNCONCIOUSYOUWRETCHEDBASTARD)

The more I trashed the more he pressed my face but I refused to yield. I didn’t yell or even make a sound, but I resisted with everything I have. I tried to turn around, kick him with my heels, bite his hand but nothing worked. He was too heavy and his grip was tight.

(Stop! EasyStillListen)

(LISTENWHATAREYOUANIDIOTYOUATTACKEDMEOUTOFNOWHEREANDNOWYOUWANTMETOLISTENOKHOWABOUTTHISIWILLLISTENYOUANDTHENTHENKICKYOURBALLSWHILEYOUARETALKINGBECAUSETHATISEXACTLYWHATYOUHAVEDONEJUSTAMOMENTAGOANDWHATTHEHELLAREYOUTALKINGLIKEBRAINDEADF**KINGRETARDWAITAMOMENTYOUCANSPEAKHOLYLANGUAGE?HOW)

While I was resisting he was continuing to press my face and started to order me around. Still, I refused to stop or yield. I didn’t even try to answer and continued my silent resistance. 

'Wait a moment. Did he speak in Holy Language just now?'

(Mouth… Close… Silence!  Listen! Still. Put.)

He was talking with a thick accent and broken sentences, some of the words he was using completely alien. But still, it was understandable, ordering me to stop resisting obviously.

 (no…iwillnotlistenanythingyousayyouungratefulb*****dnowgetoffGETOFF)

(Silent! Still! Listen! Listen!)

He ordered, again and again, angrier each time. Then abruptly stopped ordering and started groping me above my clothes.

(WAITWHYAREYOUTOUCHINGMESTOPTOUCHINGMEYOUSSONOFAB***HOHYOUAREDEADYOUARESODEADJUSTWAITUNTILIGETMYHANDSONSOMETHINGIWILLCUTTHOSEHANDSANDFEEDTHEMTODOGSYOU)

Now that he showed his true face I increased my resistance. I refused to be humiliated, raped, and tortured. Even death would be better than being toyed like that. I believed that if I resist enough, I could make him mad enough to grand me a quick death in a moment of anger.

He continued groping me while I tried to tear the sleeves of the coat that binds my hands while he is not holding them. He started to lower his hand from my shoulders and waist toward my thighs as I increased my resistance. Then he found one of the daggers on my thighs and stabbed it right in front of my eyes. For a moment my brain froze.

(SILENCE! OR DIE! STAY STILL! OR DIE!)

It was not because of the threat of death. I was already steeled my mind, even hoping for it. All I was hoping for was a quick one indeed. But the change in his tone was so suffocating that I could not help but stop. If he was distant and frosty before, he is closer and raging with fire now. Not like cleansing blue holy flames but like cursed orange flames. It felt like, I am going to regret deeply if I refused to stop now.

(OK! DON’TKILLMEIWILLSTOPPLEASEDONTKILLME)

I stopped but still refused to show my fear. I refused to beg for my life, even despised the thought of it.

(SILENT! STILL! LISTEN! WATCH!)

He continued ordering. Even he said me to watch, I closed my eyes not to see the reflection of my eyes on the blade of the dagger. Not that I can see it. The blade was too thin and not shiny enough to do so. Still, I felt like closing my eyes. I waited for the killing blow hopefully but knew that it would not arrive soon. Still refusing to beg I steeled myself for the upcoming rape and torture.

(OKIAMSILENTANDSTILLJUSTDONTKILLMEPLEASEIDONTWANTTODIEYETBUTIDINTWANTTOBERAPEDORTORTUREDEITHERIAMSCAREDOHGODDESESABOVEPLEASEHELPMEPLEASEIDONTWANTTODIE)

With that, he got off me. Forced me to stand up and put the tip of my own dagger on my neck.

(huhthatwaseasy…putthatdaggarawayitistoosharpanditismyowndaggeridontwanttodieadogsdeathbymyowndaggers**t)

(SILENCE! LISTEN!)

(iamsilentwhyareyoustillsayingthesamethingowerandoweragain)

(MOUTH SILENT! MIND NOT! SILENCE MIND!)

(F**KAREYOUINMYMINDZHITCANYOUREADMYTHOUGHTSS**TS**TS**TISTHATSOMEKINDOFARTIFACTISITTHECOATWASHETALKINGTOMYMINDLIKETHATALLTHETIMEICANTBELIEVEHOWCOULDINOTREALIZETHEREISNOSOUNDBUTICANSTILLHEARHIMOHGODDESSESPL-)

(SILENCE! YOUR! MIND! OR! I! WILL! KILL! YOU! DAMN! WOMAN!)

(JUST! HOWCANISILENCEMYMIND! IDONTWANTTODIEOKBUT I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SILENCE MY MIND PLEASEPLEASEP-)

(EMPTY YOUR MIND! BREATHE! THINK ONLY WHAT YOU WANT TO SAY! NOTHING ELSE EMPTY YOUR MIND!)

(OK! I! WILL! TRY! BUT! PEASE! MOVE! THE! FREAKING! DAGGER! AWAY! IDONTWANTTODIEYETIAMTOOYOUNGTODIEINAF**KINGCAVEINTHEMIDDLEOFNOWHEREPLEASE PLEASE! PLEASE!)

With that, he slowly moved the dagger away but the blade was still close to my neck

(DON’T MOVE! STAY WHERE YOU ARE!)

I did exactly what he said. Stood still and tried to breathe to lower my pulse. Meditating now was not an easy task. My mind was in chaos.

‘Gods! Just what did I put myself into. A mind-reading otherworldly monster in human skin? No! No! Think positive. Hello! Hellooo! Can you hear meee? Please don’t kill me.’ I thought while still trying to empty my mind. Now, how can I not think anything while I know someone was literally inside my mind.

While I was sweating bucks and trying to school my mind, he was walking in and out, this side and that side. Meanwhile, he washed his face, eyes, ears and then walked some more, searching for something. All the while, I just stand still and try to empty my mind which I couldn’t. Then his footsteps started to get closer, stopped, and grabbed my nape.

(HOW MANY PEOPLE?) He thought. I understood what he was asking and thought about the teammates that run away in the middle of the fight and left me to fend myself off alone. Immediately I remembered that he can read my mind and tried to think something else, but the damage was already done. If I could have made him think that I have teammates nearby it would have increased my chances but there was no way other than telling the truth now.

(JUSTME! ISWEAR!)

(HOW MANY AWAY?)

‘Can’t you read my mind already? What is the point of asking?’ I thought but regretted it immediately. Then schooled my thoughts.

(TWO)

(WHEN WILL THEY RETURN?)

There again, he was asking. Maybe he can’t read my mind when I schooled my thoughts. But how can I not think about the b*****ds that left me for dead while I was trying not to think about them? Still, all of this may be a test and now he may know that I considered that probability too. All I could do was, tell the truth for now. There simply were too many unknowns to risk my neck.

(RETURN? THEYWON’TRETURN. THEYSOLDMEFREAKINGBASTARDS. PLEASEITISONLYYOUANDMEHEREAND I SAVED YOUR LIFE PLEASE DONTKILLMEIDONTWANTTODIEOUTOFGREEDDONTKILLYOURSAVIOROK-)

I told or thought. Does it really matter in this situation? Did he hear my begging and prayers? Oh Goddesses of mercy, is this how you answer my prayers?

(Easy! Relax! I will not kill you. NOT YET. AS LONG AS YOU BEHAVE. JUST ANSWER SOME QUESTIONS.)

He said but this time he was not raging with fire. He was frosty and distant again but much more than before. It sent chills to my spine and now I realized. This part of him was far more dangerous. I was so frightened that I thought I would die while he was raging but inside somewhere I knew that he would not kill me. At least not immediately. But now I could not feel anything when he said he won't kill me. This was literally mind-blogging and more so when I think about the fact that he may be listening to this thought process of mine. I tried to school my thoughts again and answered.

(OK. JUST ASK ANYTHINGYOUWANT AND IWILLANSWER-)

(What happened to the other man. The man you were fighting against?)

(DEAD! YOUKILLEDHIM! BLASTEDGODSIHAVENEVERSEENPURPLEFLAMESJUSTWHATATEYOUPL-) I lost myself again when I thought about the lightning and the purple flames before the explosion.

(Breathe. Relax. Don’t let your thoughts wander around. Empty your mind. Focus your thoughts. NOW ANSWER. WHERE ARE MY BELONGINGS?)

(BELONGINGS? OHGODS! THEREWASNTASINGLETHINGONYOU JUSTCLOTHES! NOTHINGELSE! PLEASE! IAMNOTHIEF! IHAVENTSTEALANYTHING IDONTKNOWWHEREATEYOURBELONGINGSPLEASEBEL-)

(SILENCE! SIT DOWN! STAY STILL!)

Then one more time, he released his grip, left me there, and started walking inside and outside of the cavern. This time rummaging through my belongings, probably searching for his'. As I was waiting, and watching him with the corner of my eye, I tried to talk to him in my mind. But got no answer.

‘Are you listening? Not bothering to answer?’

He found his boots and socks inside them and I realize. I removed his boots and socks while I was searching him. These should be the belongings he was asking for.

‘I swear there was nothing on you except for your clothes. I’m no thief.’

I thought while he was wearing them, sitting on the stone elevation that served as the bed of the temporary encampment. He did not remove his eyes from me for a single moment.

‘He didn’t even blink.’ Or so I thought.

After he finished wearing his boots, he started to collect everything inside the cave towards the cave entrance. One backpack, one satchel, and two sacks. He searched the insides of them for gods and goddesses know how long and then he came to me and grabbed my nape again.

(HOW MANY DAGGERS?)

(WHAT? DAGGERS?) I was startled for one moment while still looking at the one in his hand. Was he asking about the daggers inside of the backpack or the ones on me?

(HOW! MANY! WEAPONS! ARE! THERE! ON! YOU!)

(I-I DONTKNOW! NEVERBOTHEREDTOCOUNT)

(STAY! STILL! SEARCH!)

Once more, he started to touch my body. This time almost in a sensual way but the feeling in my mind was anything but sensual. He put one of his hands on my tied hands and rubbed the palm of his other hand over my body, removing daggers and throwing them away as he found them. I was also curious and started to count with him, also thinking about their places.

Just like that, probably because he was reading my mind he found them almost too easily. One on the right ankle, one on the left calf, three more remaining on both tights apart from the one he removed initially, and I don’t know how many are on my belt or in the backpack. There were two more he couldn’t find, especially at places he didn’t have searched, which made me relieved that he didn’t touch those places.

Immediately then, I remembered that he can read thoughts and started to count the thirty-three deities of abundance and their domains, hoping to distract him from my real thoughts. While I was counting the deities, he started to tie me again, with a rope he found in my backpack. First my legs, then calves and thighs… Then strictly warning me not to move, he untied and removed the coat that hugs and ties me. When the coat was untied, he put me in a sitting position, put the backpack on my back while sitting, and tied my hands at my back, with a piece of rope this time instead of the coat. At last, he removed the ropes that bind my ankles, calves, and thighs. He used the longest one to tie a long leash around the ties on my hands and pulled me on my feet.

Without further ado, he shoved me out of the cave and we started to walk, with me being on the front and him a few steps behind. At first, he didn’t speak, maybe he was listening to my thoughts. Only after I stumbled the third time did he grab my nape and talk again.

(Be careful.)

(ITIS TOOHARD TOWALKLIKETHISTIEDANDWITHANOVERLOADEDBACKBACKONMYBACK. I CAN’T KEEPMYBALANCE)

(Slow down. Relax. Organize your mind.) He said, or… Thought?

(WHEREARE WEGOING? DESTINATION)

(High ground. As high as possible.)

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