AKUTÄ ⋆ THE DARK EYES OF HELL

Chapter 32

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— Fuck....

Danny mumbles, walking towards the door of her house, being accompanied by Ramsei, who was holding her hands, being wrapped around her neck, feeling her strength weaker and weaker. Ramsei looked at her, holding her closer to her, walking slowly with her inside the house. She puts Danny on a couch, taking off her shoes and putting her rifle on the table to help Danny further, taking a glass of water and gently giving it to her, looking into her eyes, as she kneels down and spoke calm.

— We are not just  colleagues, we are friends Danny, so tell me if something pressure you or if you need help.

Ramsei spoke calm, looking concerned at her, as she puts her hands on her knees and sighs, rubbing her knees slowly to make her a bit warm, as Danny sighs and looks tired at Ramsei, breathing deep.

— There's no need, there's enough stress that you came after me...

— No Danny, tell me. I do whatever you need, just tell me, okay?

Danny looked at her, her pupils being big, her chest raising up and down from the pain, as she sighs deep.

— Can you help me with the shower? I...

Ramsei nods, smiling a bit.

— Of course Danny, come..

Ramsei gently grabbed her hands, lifting her and both walking slowly to the bathroom, gently opened the door and let her lean against the edge of the bathtub, gently taking her socks off, and then gently grabbed the edges of her black shirt, gently unbuttoned the buttons, and then took them off, leaving her somewhere in the corner of the bathroom. Ramsei looked all over her scars, feeling somewhat concerned and thinks, breathing deep, as she takes her hand and helps her to stands, taking her pants off slowly, where her wound was.

— How did you get that wound? You never came with a wound from a gun usually...

Danny grunts, breathing deep and sighs, looking away. Ramsei slowly manage to take off her pants, being just with her bra and panties, having tattoos and scars all over her body.

— Dämon. I mean, it was my fault. When I was trying to take his gun from his hand, He was aimed at my leg and his finger was on the trigger and by mistake, due to pressure, he dropped his force on the trigger and accidentally shot at my leg. But it was my fault so... I deserved it, I had to be careful.

Ramsei sighs, as she stands and cross her arms, looking at Danny.

— Well... Yes.. But you can't always be perfect, I know you're our boss and you want to be our role model, but you can't always be successful, it's okay to be wrong.

Danny sighs, looking at her, her eyes being heavy with fatigue, her green from her eyes being easily erased from so much stress.

— How you like the water? Cold or hot?

Danny thinks, breathing deep.

— Usually I take cold... But a hot one doesn't bother me.

Ramsei smiles, nodding and He walks towards the shower, turning on the hot water, putting some foam in the water and giving off an inviting vanilla scent, coming out steam slightly and then combining the water with the cold one, making it suitable. Ramsei takes steps back, looking at Danny, seeing her wound.

— You need help with something else?

Danny shakes her head, breathing deep and looks at her, her blue hair falling on her cheeks.

— No, it's okay... Thanks Ramsai.. You can go...

Ramsai nods, looking at her and turns, walking, but stops suddenly at the door, looking at Danny.

— If you need help, call me, okay?

Danny nods, Ramsei smiling and walks away, soon closing the door from the house as she drives away. Danny sighs, stands a bit and takes off her bra and panties, looking at the water. She leans over the bathtub, putting her feet in the slightly hot water and letting her body light, the foam being like cotton wool, the water bringing a state of pleasure and her nervousness disappearing slightly, letting her head lean against the edge of the tub. She sighs deep, closing her eyes and feeling the hot water being all over her body, getting carried away, breathing slowly and her mind being black. At times, her leg throbs from the wound, sometimes feeling a sting. Another scar. Another pain. How beautiful...

She grunts, moving a bit and looks at the ceiling, feeling a bit better, putting a hand on her stomach. A few minutes pass, and she decides to sink into the warm water with her head, gently dropping and holding her breath, her blue hair being silkier in the water, looking like blue algae. She opens her eyes, looking at the ceiling from underwater, feeling anxiety fly gently. Minutes pass, and then she comes to the surface, taking a deep breath and feeling the water flow down her face, feeling warmed and her wound gently cleansed.

She takes her shampoo, gently tapping into her hair and massaging, causing a state of pleasure and closes her eyes, until the foam comes out, and then rinses gently, her hair coming out silky, having a coconut smell. Minutes pass and she rises from the water, stepping onto the bathroom carpet and taking a towel, wiping the water off her skin, and then grabbing some alcohol and bandages. She rolls alcohol over her wound, feeling alcohol enter through her nose again, feeling deep in her lungs, then puts on a light bandage, pressing a little, and takes a deep breath. She stands, looking in the mirror, looking tired. She leaves the bathroom soon, entering her bedroom and puts her things on the bedside table, leaning in her bed and sighs, feeling as good as ever, feeling the cold, fluffy bedding. She smells deep the smell of balm, feeling her eyes heavy as soon she close her eyes, the moonlight fall slowly on her blue hair and her body, the clock already showing 2 at night. She breath deep and sighs,feeling more sleepy, drifting into a deep sleep with a clear mind, feeling more better now after all of this trouble. Still, she is in trouble, but she needs rest for now. She falls asleep deeply, feeling the world around her fall into black and her body feeling tired of everything, not making a move. The only sound was her breath.

But somehow, her mind sometimes goes to Dämon's words and his voice, sometimes feeling shivers in her spine. His eyes. His voice. His aura. He was from the dark. He was different that North. What caused this? Why does he hate her so much? Why did she even think? She sighs in her sleep, moving and putting a pillow on her face, feeling the cold cotton, breathing deep and once, tried to sleep.

He is so cold. He suffered. But from what? And why?