EPISODE 18
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” I told you the last time that you should get your death certificate ready, you thought I was joking right,” he said laughing as he puffed out rings of smoke from his mouth.
"Those fools over there with all the connections and powers their father posses knows better not to anger me because I'm a flowing river that can swallow them all at once," he boasted as he walked over to Paulina, held her chin, puffed smoke in her face, and then burst out laughing.
One of the guys in the room went and returned with a bucket of water after he snapped his fingers.
Weak vapor erupted from the water, which Simon collected with a big grin aimed at me.
He lifted the water and dumped it on Pauline, who gasped and screamed as she opened her eyes.
As he walked closer to Helen and did the same to her, he added, "welcome back darling."
She shouted as well when she awoke.
He emptied the bucket's remaining water on me, and I learned that it wasn't as hot as I had assumed, but it was still going to leave a mark.
When Simon finished emptying the bucket on me, he added, "It appears this man likes bathing in hot water because he didn't cry or react when the water contacted his skin."
"Please, Simon, I'm in pain," Pauline said through tears.
" Simon, please, I'm in agony," Simon pleaded in a dramatic tone, imitating Pauline.
" Shut your f——-g mouth there," he yelled as he moved closer to Pauline.
"I was ready to turn from my bad boy ways because of you, but what did you do?" he questioned, his voice rising in pitch and his tone displaying wrath.
Weeping, she pleaded, "I'm sorry."
"It's late, I'm back to my terrible attitude, and you're all going to face the brunt of my retaliation first," he shouted fiercely, rubbing his palm across Pauline's cheek as she winced.
"But I have nothing to do with this," Helen objected vehemently, reminding us that she, too, was present.
Simon burst out laughing, and his dogs, who were his colleagues, also burst out laughing.
"She committed a terrible sin with the help of that fool," he continued, pointing at me, "a sin that deserves only death as its punishment, and you're professing to be a saint, you're both going to die first," he said, his voice horrible.
I couldn't decide whether I should be delighted or sorry about the decision I made earlier in the morning when I was walking to the lecture room: I dropped my most favorite toy since I didn't think it was suitable to take it with me.
My only weapon was a Karambits knife tucked into my pants pocket.
I could still feel it inside my pant, indicating that they were unconcerned.
I began looking around the room to see if I could learn anything about it.
I had the impression that we were still inside the school's enclosing wall.
"But gentlemen, I think it'll be a waste if we just slaughter these girls like this without having fun with them," Simon added, as the other guys in the room erupted in applause, chanting his name.
He tore Helen's fabric, showing the pink bra she was wearing and beaming proudly as he completed his deed.
He grabbed her boob with his hand inserted into her bra.
"Please, don't do this to me," Helen begged, her eyes welling up with tears, as Simon laughed maliciously.
" Coward," I uttered haltingly.
"Who just said that?" Simon said, shocked, as he took his hand away from Helen's bra, which he was about to lower. "Stupid coward," I snarled again.
” You must really wish to die ”As he got closer to me, he raised the base of his shirt, displaying a little revolver tucked between the band of his trouser.
I spat in his face and burst out laughing.
He became enraged as he drew the revolver from his pocket and placed it on my head, pulling the trigger.
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I was terrified and panicked when I cried for aid and received none, even though I knew I shouldn't have. I took off the mask that was slightly above her face and placed my hand on her chest, using minimal force, but she didn't wake up.
I remembered one of our conversations from a day earlier when she told me about how to resuscitate someone who was about to die by allowing oxygen to pass through their mouth.
I decided to give it a shot as I dropped my lips to hers, blasted air into her mouth with my eye closed for reasons I didn't understand, and then filled her lungs with air from my lungs.
As I was about to jump down from her bed, she coughed again, frightening me.
"What happened?" you might wonder. She inquired, her eyes helplessly fixed on mine.
"I believe you were on the verge of death, but I believe I saved you," I boasted.
" Thank you," she replied hesitantly, and I was taken aback.
She never expresses gratitude for my assistance right away; instead, she mocks or teases me first, so it was strange to see her praising my efforts.
" I believe you should continue to be unwell," I joked.
"You want me to die right, so you can have this place to yourself," she joked, but her tone was weak, and I smiled.
"How are you feeling right now?" I inquired, concerned.
"I think I'm going to live," she smiled as she sat her head on my lap and clasped my hand tightly in hers.
"You know you have to be strong before tomorrow," I replied, attempting to be less intimidating.
I wasn't sure if the bunker had any drugs, let alone a first-aid kit.
Since we've been there, I've been trying to keep healthy until we finish our training, as I'm sure the other breathing kids have done as well.
No one will strive to succumb to illness, especially after seeing how the boy who complained of a severe headache a few days ago was treated.
That day, his head was blasted off by Miss Eagle, and he developed a headache.
"We don't raise weaklings here," she told us, and since then, even a simple cough has become my adversary.
Hannah had to have been suffering from the signs of sickness for a few days and had done everything she could to keep it at bay.
" I believe with you by my side, I can become stronger than I was before," she remarked as she dozed off, clutching my hand tightly.
I was perplexed by her final statement and glanced at her sleeping face as if the puzzle had been solved there.
As I watch her sleep, I find myself smiling. Her small nose, small pink lip, the dimples that seemed to be permanent on the two sides of her cheek, her full natural eye lashes, her perfectly braided hair, and the gentle rising and falling of her chest as she breathed all contributed to her cuteness.
I placed my index right finger on my lip as I wandered it on it as if her lip had been glued to it, recalling how I had just awakened her by placing my lips on hers.
I pecked her on her head as I helped her in putting her mask on.
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