"𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙚, 𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙙?" he asked me sweetly, and I could not remain silent with his lips near my ear.
"On yours..." I answered under a whisper, still looking at the floor.
With the gentle brush of his finger...
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༻𝐋𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚༺
"Daddy the grandmaster, daddy I want it faster," I sing excitedly while flipping the waffle maker. Opening it, I get the most angelic smell of sweet flour bread and strawberries. "Those bitches you're fucking with, I know they're gon' need some practice. So bring 'em along with ya, I'll teach them how to smash ya-"
I run into my brother after doing another dance, almost dropping my waffle from my plate. He holds me still before walking to the nearby fridge.
He looks like he just woke up. His white T is heavily wrinkled and his curly hair is springing every which way.
"T-thank you," I say and place a hand to my heart.
He doesn't answer me...as usual.
Sadness heavily hits the pit of my stomach, and the four waffles on my plate suddenly don't look so appetizing.
Is he mad at me for something? What did I do?
I just want to be his friend...
Could he hate me for something I did in the past too?
My thoughts are interrupted when I feel a hand pat my head, but I don't move until one of those fingers tilt my chin upwards.
Newman nods at me before walking out of the kitchen with a glass in his hand.
And my cheeks start to tightly knot into a smile.
Is it bad that I feel happier now because of one simple instance?
I hum the song, "Freak", once again and rest my plate on the kitchen island to dress my waffles with more strawberries, syrup, and whipped cream.
I can't stop thinking about how wonderful last night was.
I want more, even though my hips feel rather weak at the moment.
"Woman, woman, woman," a voice says from in front of me.
I blink out of my daydream again and see Dacien. He's sitting down across from me, unable to finish his sandwich because of my presence.
"I won't hurt you," I say, and slowly reach my hand out to him.
He quickly leaves his seat to go sit against the wall, and tucks his head in his arms. He's shaking like a mad dog.
To no surprise, Ciono, sitting underneath the roof of the table making chain bracelets, calls out to me, "Heard he's raped a woman, Liara. I wouldn't go near."
Raped?
I don't believe for a second Ramerio would keep someone near to me who could do harm.
When Dacien crosses his arms over his crotch, I begin to understand.
He's safe.
"Dacien," I whisper and slowly walk around the table to meet him.
"Won't touch," he repeats, twitching quite a bit, "w-won't touch."
