Chapter 5.2

"She's not yet awake?"

"Not yet, boss."

"Talk to her when she woke up, alright?"

"Alright. Can I touch her?"

"If you touch her, I'll kill you."

"It's just a joke, boss."

"I changed my mind. Call me when she woke up. I'm doubted with you."

"Ouch. I knew what to do, boss."

"I know. I'll just watch."

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I heard voices. My head is spinning, it's too painful. I can't feel my hands and feet, both of them feel numbed. I tried to open my eyes, it's too dark.

"Boss. She's awake." I heard a voice not far from me.

"Who are you?" I asked him. My eyes roamed around the room, it's too dark to guess where I am. It looks like a barn, or something. He stared at me, for the nth time of my life I feel so scared. I realized that my hands and feet are tied. "Where am I? What am I doing here? What do you want from me?!"

He put his hands up in the air. "Don't worry. I won't harm you, but I might... down there if you want to." He looked at me with lust and then he laugh. I want to hide myself from him.

"You're insane!" I shouted at the back of my lungs.

"Oh, yes, yes I am! My insanity wanted to touch you so bad!" He laughed again. I can hear it, the same laugh of my uncle.

"Help!" I shouted.

"No one is here. You won't get help from anybody, so don't waste your voice. Save it when I'm fucking you." he said again while laughing. I can feel goosebumps from his laugh and every words.

"Stop it! Let me go! You want money? I'll give it just let me go!" I shouted. He stopped for a while.

"Money? Hmm, not a bad idea but my boss wanted something else." He touched my hair, my sweat is running down my face.

"Boss? Who's your boss? What do you really want from me?" I asked.

"You, or maybe not." he said and give off his demonic laugh again.

"You monster!" I shouted.

"Monster? Who's monster? Me?" He put his face in front of me, "Am I the monster?!" he laughed again. "Am I the monster," he suddenly stopped laughing and point his finger at me, "or you?" he asked.

"Lucy Zeffodir. Lucy, Lucy, Lucy." he circled around me. Is he a stalker? A crazy fan? Who the hell is he? "You, you are the monster. A murderer!" he shouted.

"No! I am not." I shouted back.

He went close to my face and shout at me again, "Yes! You are!" I smell the mint breath on him.

"I am not!" I shouted again. He laugh. He really is crazy. Please, God. Let me get out of this.

He suddenly put his hand on his pocket. He's holding a paper and waved it.

"You're not a murderer, eh? Then tell me. What. Is. This?" he showed me a photo.

I froze. No. How? Why? Who are you?

"No. It's not me. No. He— he's wrong. It's not my fault. No!" I shouted. I was trembling, all of the memories of me was coming back. All of my darkest past that I wanted to bury.

"You're a monster, Lucy!"

I wanted to cover my ears. I don't want to hear anything, anymore.

"Stop! Stop!" I shouted.

"You're just like your mother!" He gave me again a big laugh.

Mother? "You knew my mother?" I asked.

"Yes, I do." he said.

"Who is she? Tell me who is she? Where is she? Is she still alive?" I asked questions all at once.

"Secret." He put a finger on my lips as a sign of shush.

"Just who the hell are you?!" I shouted again.

"I... am just a spawn." He laugh crazily for the nth time.

"You're a crazy bastard!" I shouted, "Once I get out of this chain, I will definitely kill you!" I glared at him, and I was fuming mad.

"Kill me? Hahahahahaha! Try if you can get out of that chain first! Even if I touch you," he suddenly traced his finger above my breast. I forcefully tried to move to remove his finger on me, "You can't unbind yourself from that chain."

"Just tell me, what do you really want from me?!"

Instead of answering me, his looks became serious. Now, what?

"How?" he looked at me with a tense of seriousness, "How can you kill my father?! Why?!!!" he shouted at me. I was shaking, I can feel his anger.

"Father? T-that child is you?" I asked him.

"It's bold of you to fabricate the whole story! You killed him! You killed him while I was watching!!" He shouted at me while tears are flowing down his face.

"NO! I WAS JUST PROTECTING MYSELF! I didn't mean to... I was... No! No!" I shouted. The voices came back. My conscience, everything. No. No. I can't. I don't know.

"Stop it, stop it, stop it." I whispered to myself.

"You killed my father, you brutally murdered him!" he shouted again to me.

"I am not a murderer! It was self-defense! Stop it! No!" I shouted back at him.

I fell out of the chair. I'm losing my sanity. 'I'm not a murderer, I'm not a murderer' 'It's not real, it's not real!' I whispered continuously.

I'm losing my sanity. I didn't realize that I was bumping my head on the floor. I heard a voice from a distant.

"That's enough." the voice said.

"Fine. Is it alright now?" he asked.

"If my theory is correct, yes. That'll do it."

I can feel a pang of pain on my head. It's too hot, I feel like I'm burning.

"Aaaaaa!" I shouted.

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