—SAVIOUR
Part 7
bury a man!
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In a small space of the window bed fits a duvet and a single pillow. She will be sleeping in this makeshift bed as she was told. There are no molds nor holes in the walls and ceiling so it's better than anything. Warm enough to her likes.
Yet being locked in a house surely isn't nice.
It's been a leisure week of three days since Yugyeom took her in, wherein she's not allowed to even graze the ground outside. Windows are shut closed inside and out; doors are painfully padlocked, and Lisa is starting to wonder how quaint the empty town is through the window glass. The shower stalls are cold, the bathtub ran colder, the hallways are too narrow, floors are all merciless for the lack of carpet it provided.
Yugyeom won't even let her out the balcony.
For the hundredth time today, she's back to her habit, looking through the floor-to-ceiling window of an empty space that divides her room to his. Here, there was an unlighted fireplace intended for algid nights. The place seems like a motel at a farther sight, but inside, it is a house that was once graceful to boast.
Just then, Hendery makes a swift dash, carrying stuffs from his room, next to his brother's. Atleast Yugyeom's brother is not giving her a cold shoulder.
"Hey!" Lisa calls him across the space. The young man did not spare her a glance at first, busying himself to collect empty bottles he hides in his room to places them on a carrying cart. "Hey, I'm talking to you!"
The spritely boy seems restless like Yugyeom, always upto something distrustful. His grey knitted sweater is worn inside out, reminding her of a lost traveler. Lisa starts to think if he is raised with only a father present. Or worse, just Hendery and his older brother.
"Hendery, right?"
Frowning, he stops in his piling of bottles and carefully answers. "What do you want?"
"What's your brother doing over there? It looks like he's digging, what was that for?"
Through the moisten glass, she watches how her abductor stabbing the shovel into the soil for the last five hours.
"For your grave probably." Hendery snickers, the clattering of sparkling wine bottles were resounding as he takes the cart with him and stands beside where she is lurking.
There, across the backyard, over the off-white painted fence was Yugyeom, with gloves and mask on. He's far enough for the house not to see, but Lisa has keen eyes. An all-seeing bird.
Yugyeom is a man full of surprises, Lisa would know that his injury is still not fully healing, and now he's plowing a hole in a size of a man's body.
He's insane for a clever man like him. And full of secrets. She didn't even know he got that stray bullet wound.
"It's for a dead body, isn't it?" She asks.
"A criminal's dead body." The younger explains. "Mercy is unnecessary inside the household, unless if you're part of the family, then you are spared."
"I'm not family." Lisa crosses her arms, eyes open but her line of vision is cut short for her trance. "Does that mean I'm not spared here? Is this why I'm not allowed outside, because your brother might think I'd run away and left him with your missing limb? Is that what he thinks?"
"You're a family nurse now. Yugyeom trust you. So, you gotta trust him back that keeping you locked here means securing your promise not to escape. Give it a week or so, I'm sure he'd let you out in the sun in a nick of time."
Lisa hears him retreating back to his room to collect more bottles, leaving her a small hope that being trapped here is better than wandering back to her alligator home. To her cancer parents.
She wishes Yugyeom would show any sign of friendliness in him, other than his overbearing glares. Lisa didn't mind living here, anyway.
