Tattoos, body chains, and dark lipstick.
Ina and Amé are two women who rewrite the game.
Follow them into their never ending world.
Written by Ina Seele and Amé Fengári
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"What?" He grumbled into the phone, with his eyes closed and with no idea who the hell was calling at this hour.
Did people ever sleep? Or let him sleep?
"It's Julian Bohren."
"Julian?" He opened his eyes and sat up. He rubbed his eyes and stared across from him. "To what do I owe this call? If it's this late for me it's not so late for you."
"Idina isn't next to you is she?"
He looked to his side. No. No she wasn't indeed. He moved the pillow aside and yup, she was gone. "Fucking Christ. What'd she do now?"
"She's in the basement."
"What basement?"
"I suppose you still sleep brother."
"There's only one basement that matters and that basement is safely hidden. Beside, there's only one key to my office and I have it."
"Do you? She got it. And she's in the basement, right now. She called me to ask where it was and I told her. You're welcome for the heads up."
"Right." He was wordless. For starters, he was still out of it, he'd been dreaming about something strange, like a giant sized rabbit with red eyes and shark teeth chasing his baby. It was weird. Secondly, why would Idina even care to go down to a basement full of grossness and unhygienic shit? "Thank you."
"Go get her."
"I will," and he hung up, and let his phone fall. He got off the bed and looked down, he was only in boxers. Did he want to get dressed? No. Why's it so dark outside still? He blinked hard and went to the bathroom to splash his face with cold water and brush his teeth, to wake himself up. He went back to the bedroom and indeed, she was not there. The more he looked at the empty bed, the more anger boiled up because she actually was in the fucking basement.
He put on sweats, his Nike slides and went to his bedroom's small library, where he had the Bible. He took it out, flipped through the pages, and got the spare keys to the basement.
He scoffed. She was really going to get it. Big time.
He was mad.
Ivaan Adinov's weakness was Ina Seele, the woman of his eyes and the only carrier of his love, but she knew of his pet peeves, the small ones and the big ones. She's officially done exactly what she knew would upset him, in a line of succession.
Take without permission.
Plot behind him.
Go where danger is.
Put herself at risk.
Put herself at risk without his supervision.
Put herself at risk without his supervision or second thought.
