Nisha arrived at that house carrying her own torment.
He met her in the nights where she feared the most, she became his salvation and the torment of those who wanted to harm her
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That afternoon where several truths about what happened in the Heelshire mansion occurred, also led to Nisha's desperate attempt to continue normal, trying to ignore what was the ghost of a child, the voice on the phone, or worse, that the demented Greta was right in many of the things she said; which led her to question how safe she was in that house and that if she believed the woman's words, it was not a child that inhabited the place.
However, she always considered herself an intelligent young woman and questioned those in movies who screamed like crazy and ran in the face of danger, she had stated hundreds of times that if she lived something like that she would try to be as intelligent as possible, and if the situation escalated to such a point that her life was in danger, and her only option to survive was to please him, why would she be so insane not to comply? Even if her life wasn't that interesting.
She spent the next few hours talking to the doll as if seen from the outside it wasn't crazy, playing music and drinking tea, telling it about her miserable days at university and what it was like to stop having them because of a mistake years ago, but in a way everything around her, what she was living in and seeing herself talking to a doll, didn't seem so strange to her, the years after her cause she had always found that the best company was from herself, talking to herself, taking refuge in literary characters that would never come out of books to answer her questions about actions, she also did not feel strange that the words were natural on her lips, knowing that they did not listen to her and that most likely she herself would be the one to answer back, insulting herself or giving reason to her brain.
But as soon as the night began to fall a single thought in Nisha's mind settled, the one that gave answers to the stares she constantly felt, to the closed doors, to the babysitter's delusions and that in a way put her life at risk, if she was right.
What if...
The times he had that phrase in his mind the biggest idiocies occurred, this one was no different.
The doll was left on her bed after climbing the many stairs to her room, resting so that it seemed to be asleep, and she, Nisha began to strip her body of all her clothes. The pants were left on the sheets, the shirt and her fleece coat alike, the only thing keeping her from the icy floor were her socks, the black underwear they wore not only made her shiver from the cold as she walked to the shower; it made Brahms Helshiree's mouth open wide, the saliva gathering on her lips fighting with the attention controls to keep from drooling, the bodily changes of her body, the temperature rising and dragging her member with it, raising it so high that she closed her eyes as she felt it throbbing under her hand.
He removed his mask, the torn one he had been trying to fix, refusing to miss such an image and spectacle that his Nisha was giving him, to see her remove the linens that covered her intimacy and the nipples that were rouged by the cold. Bending down careful not to fall from the steam of the hot water, taking the soap and giving him for the first time a much more intimate image than he knew, she was not the first woman he had seen naked, but the first to bend down before his eyes and make him discover more of the human anatomy than in the science books he read.
