Buzz Off

Samantha doesn't hesitate to appear in front of Morgan, only to find him standing before the mirror, naked, eying himself up and down in horror as he sees the nail marks all over his body.

"Are you okay?", inquires Samantha, which is so stupid for her to ask that question as she can already see what exactly is happening to him. He is fine, obviously, but she still chooses him over others who are badly in need of her help.

Morgan's chest heaves up and down violently as he sharply stares at Samantha through the mirror. 

"Leave." He coldly asks as he himself holding back his temper. "Are you happy to see me with these?"

"Yes. I'm happy. That only proves you're my possession." Samantha tries to act normally, but a part of her mind is telling her to rescue the people in the neighborhood. "You are carrying my marks. You can't deny me anymore." 'As if. That's not my mark at all. In a week, that will disappear. If I were to leave my mark on you, it's not this way.'

Morgan grits his teeth. "Shameless! I've never seen as shameless as you." He shivers from rage that boils inside him. "I'm telling you this once again. Stop claiming me as yours. Because no matter what you did to me or what you're planning to do to me in the future, no matter how you rummage through my body and dirtied me, I will never be yours. I'm not yours. I… AM… NOT… YOUR POSSESSION!… Stop being shameless, okay?…  OH yeah, right. You're a monster, what do you know about shame?"

Samantha waves her hand lazily in the air, giving him an eye roll. "Same words, same whines, same complaints. Don't you have any other words to say? Urgh, to be honest, I'm too lazy to listen to them. And, save them for yourself. Because no matter what you say, it won't change the fact that you are on my house. Most of all, you married me, and that alone is enough for me to claim you as mine. Stop arguing with me, boy. You can't win against me. I better go." She naughtily brushes her hand on his chest, which he quickly swats away.

Samantha feigns a chuckle. "Shower thoroughly, my boy. To be honest, you stink badly now. But, it's fine with me if you don't take a shower." She draws closer and coquettishly smiles, "The more you stink, it's fresher. I like it. Grr!"

"Buzz off!!" Morgan unexpectedly pulls Samantha by her hand and harshly throws her out of the bathroom. He kicks the door panel close, as if afraid that she will sneak inside again. "Damn that woman!! She's detestable!"

Samantha doesn't linger outside the bathroom. Finally, she has decided to take a quick visit over that burning house as their weeps calling for help don't stop haunting her ears. She just hopes that nothing will go wrong with Morgan when she's alone.

Even though she is hesitant to leave him, Samantha teleports over the burning household. By the time she reaches there, she immediately regrets it, as she is sensitive to fire. To be honest, although she doesn't want to admit it, Samantha is afraid of fire. 

Samantha gnashes her teeth as her eyes cock. No matter how she tries, she can't set her vision directly to the fire. It hurts her eyes. 'I wonder how I managed to cook for that ungrateful fool, since I'm afraid of this damn vicious thing.'

Samantha catches one of the neighbors, who is running back and forth with a bucket in his hand, and makes a query. "What's happening here?"

The man points inside the house, eyes brimming with tears. "That asshole! He is going to kill his entire family. He has gone crazy!"

"What?" Samantha finds it hard to believe what she hears. 'How can a man bear to kill his whole family? This is insane! He's worse than a monster! And what am I doing here? This has nothing to do with me. But… urgh.'

Enraged, Samantha tears the hem of her dress and uses it to blindfolds her eyes. As for the neighbors, they are all snowed under. Their only goal is to put out the fire that is already starting to eat up the roof, as quick as possible.

The neighborhood that is usually dark becomes bright due to the fire. Smoke covers above them; clamors of fear, pain, and panic fills the scene. Despite this, everyone tries their best to save the house, especially the people who are trapped inside.

After securing her eyes, which doesn't calm her nerves even a bit, since she can vividly feel the torrid temperature of the fire. That alone makes her inexplicably uncomfortable.

Samantha faces the fire. She gulps a lump in her throat as her fists clench even tighter. And just like normal humans, she breathes in deep before she teleports inside. 

Just as she arrives, Samantha feels some sticky liquid splashes all over her body. Some spurts towards her cheeks. Her nose immediately crinkles, as she knows what it was. BLOOD.

"Holy Christ! My God, my God! Adolfo, what have you done to our son?" The mother bawls. "You're a demon! You're a psycho! A psycho! Help! Please help!!"

Someone has just passes away. Samantha doesn't have to ask. The horrified and grieving cries of the woman and her two little girls convey everything she needs to know.

Using her other senses, which are starting to fail to work properly due to the fire, Samantha lunges towards the man before he can attack again.

She nimbly snatches the machete from the man and uses its tip of the handle to hit him on his chest. With the force she releases, the man is thrown out of the house, penetrating through the rotten bamboo wall.

As for Samantha, she grabs the two little kids by their clothes as she orders the mother, "Grab my dress!"

Even though the mother doesn't understand how she enters and what she can do to help them, she immediately clutches on Samantha's dress, as if it is her only way to save her pathetic life. However, when they are about to leave, the burning beam suddenly falls in front of them, blocking their way.