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kingdaddydaichi · 2 years ago

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Winter bb, I could feel your love for Kuna threaded through every word of his back story. I just adore the way you write him. So dynamic, he feels so REAL! I forget he’s a fictional character when I read your fics about him. 🫶🏻 Well done, darling! You do him proud!

To the end (Chapter 4)

The end of the world as you knew it began with the virus spreading in your dorm. Six months later, you are once again on the run. By your side is Sukuna, the bad boy of your camp, the most unlikely companion you expected. But maybe this is exactly as it should be because sometimes hope comes in the form of a smug smirk and a tattooed pair of sword-yielding arms.

Chapter 1 ++ Chapter 2 ++ Chapter 3

Pairing: Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: Zombie Apocalypse AU, horror, smut and some fluff Word Count: 3.5k Warnings: 18+, this chapter is rather tame, but the overall story contains violence, gore, angst, smut, cumshot, cum-eating, squirting, rough sex, zombies, fighting, knives, blood, mentions of several side characters' deaths, alcohol, cigarettes, suicidal thoughts. This AU is based on The Walking Dead, so imagine a world like this. It's cruel and hopeless at times, but there is also a love story :) All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

A big part of your everyday life now is to explore the vicinity of your hut. Combing through the forest to look for traces of Yuuji and for everything that could be useful for your survival out here. Food, supplies, and weapons.

Today's excursion is a successful one. You and Sukuna stumble upon an abandoned construction truck, which from the looks of it, used to serve as a break room for former timbermen.

The lock is easy to break. Excitement washes over you as the metal chain rattles softly in your hands. Before you can pull open the door though, Sukuna's hand lands on your arm, and he pushes past you.

"Let me go in first."

"I can do that too, you know? I'm not completely helpless."

He huffs and grins at you over his tattoed shoulder, amusement sparkling in his maroon-colored eyes.

"Maybe I just want to get my hands on the best stuff in there. Too bad for you that you let me go first, huh, princess?"

You roll your eyes and put both hands on his broad back, shoving him playfully. Or trying to, because you can't move his muscular body even an inch.

"Shut up, and open the door. I am curious what's inside."

Two weeks ago, you wouldn't have dared to talk to him like this. Sukuna always seemed so intimidating in your old camp. He used to be someone you didn't want to get too close to. Funny how being stuck together in a small hut can change the way you feel about someone. And maybe sharing kisses with him and fucking like rabbits helped too.

The door swings open with a soft creaking sound. Sukuna's muscles tense under your hands as he lifts his hands with the knives in them, carefully checking the inside for any surprises in the form of undead souls.

"Clear."

You let out a breath of relief at his low voice that carries a triumphant tone in just that one word.

Your hands fall to your sides, and you slowly follow Sukuna into the truck.

Sukuna whistles appreciatively as he strolls into the narrow space, his hands buried casually in the pockets of his cargo pants.

"Nice! Guess those guys used to have a fun workday."

Your gaze follows his, and you chuckle.

A rather extensive collection of beer and coke cans line the metallic shelve that's installed at the wall. On the small table beneath it is a stack of cigarette packs and several bags of chips and cookies. The crown piece of the former lunch supply is, to your amusement, an almost full bottle of vodka.

You and Sukuna put all the stuff into your backpacks before you make your way back to the hut, sharing a package of chips and a can of coke on your way.

The few zombies you encounter on the way pose no challenge, and Sukuna slays them casually with one hand while taking a sip from his coke.

You huff at the cocky display of arrogance, but when his maroon gaze lands on you, he raises an eyebrow and tells you in a far too smug voice,

"Oh, don't gimme that look. I know you get wet from watching me fight."

Your heated attempt at denial gets silenced by Sukuna shoving the coke can into your face and a loud laugh coming from him.

Later that day, when the sun is starting to set, Sukuna rummages through the newly acquired supplies and pulls out the vodka bottle with a big smirk on his face.

"Hey, brat, wanna have a party at the end of the world?"

You can't help but snort, but the offer sounds too tempting to turn down.

You try to remember the last time you went to a real party. The memory is blurry, like most things that took place before the virus. It was another world back then. And somehow, you find it hard to relate to the person you had been back then.

She had spent hours getting ready for a party, excited and nervous because she might see her crush. She sang along loudly to her favorite songs and danced in front of the mirror without a care in the world. Her biggest worry was whether to wear a black or blue shirt.

That girl doesn't exist anymore. Only traces of her are left now that your world has been turned upside down.

A year ago, you went to a party with that nice and a bit nerdy guy from your English course who started to stammer when you just held his hand and who you could have brought home to meet your family at any time.

Now you lift your head to smile at a heavily tattoed guy with a vodka bottle in his hands who has a body count of at least three people and countless zombies. Literal body count, not sex-wise. Though, judging by the way he fucks you, he has a high body count in that department too.

The craziness of it all makes you laugh out loud, and you shrug,

"Oh, why not? Let's have a party."

The twinkle in Sukuna's eyes lets you know that you picked the right answer.

The two of you end up sitting next to each other on a blanket on the floor of the hut, leaning back against the wall, legs stretched out comfortably in front of you.

It feels homely, like an indoor picnic you might do on an evening with friends or a sleepover. A candle is flickering softly in a small glass jar, shedding a warm glow on the hut's interior. The blanket is filled with opened chips and cookie packages, a coke can for each of you, and in Sukuna's tattoed hand is the vodka bottle.

He lets his head fall back against the wall and takes a big gulp directly out of the bottle.

You watch his eyes close, long eyelashes fanning out over his high cheekbones when he drinks. Not for the first time, you catch yourself admiring his beauty. The angular shape of his jaw, the gracefully curved lips, the smooth tan skin. The black filigree lines of his tattoos don't taint that beauty but add to it. Framing his handsome face enticingly.

He is a work of art. A walking contradiction. Beauty and violence combined.

Sukuna's adam's apple bops when he swallows the drink, followed by a satisfied sigh that pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Damn, that's good! It's been too long! Here, have some too."

Sukuna hands the vodka to you, the corners of his lips lifted in that typical boyish smirk. Your fingers brush over his as you take the bottle from him.

The taste is rather vile. The vodka is too warm, and it must be a cheap one, tasting too strongly of alcohol. But it fills your stomach with comforting warmth, and your head gets cloudy with a soothing buzz almost instantly.

This is nice.

It's nice to sit here on the floor surrounded by snacks. It's nice to sip vodka and slowly get tipsy from it. To feel the tension leave your body. Almost as if the world isn't ending out there.

It's nice to be here with Sukuna, sitting next to him, so close that you almost touch. You are suddenly filled with an intense feeling of gratefulness. You are glad that he is here by your side. That you aren't alone in this hell. And Sukuna proved to be a good zombie apocalypse partner. An excellent one.

You find yourself drifting closer to him until you are leaning against his side, and you can rest your head on his shoulder, snuggling comfortably against his muscular frame.

Your worries seem far away right now. It's like you and Sukuna exist in a bubble detached from the harsh reality. As if you are just two regular college students who went on a hiking trip or something in the woods. Two people who snuck away from their group to enjoy an intimate moment of bonding while getting drunk together on cheap vodka.

The alcohol makes you feel less tense. It lets you push the constant fear and worries into the back of your mind where they aren't as overwhelming anymore.

You're feeling warm, and your head is spinning in a good way. You find yourself giggling and laughing, joking around with Sukuna while the bottle of vodka passes from his hand to yours and back again. It looks like his grin gets broader with every sip he takes.

He is more relaxed, too, laughing and flirting even more with you than usual in his typical rude but charming way. It's lighthearted and funny. Playful banter like you would have at a normal party too.

You find yourself talking a lot more with him than ever before. Telling him stories about your former life. About your college courses, your dream career, and the funny things that happened in your dorm. About all the things that were your life before the virus put an end to all of that.

And Sukuna laughs and toasts to it and, to your surprise, shares his own stories about his former life. A life that is long gone and will never come back.

You lift your head from his shoulder to look at him as he talks. His maroon eyes glitter in the candlelight, looking so alive and warm in the golden glow of the candle. The grin on his handsome face is so genuine and open, like you have never seen him before, as he talks about college, his sports team, and the stupid stunts he pulled at parties.

The alcohol in your brain makes you more direct. Before you take the next sip of vodka, you blurt out,

"Why do you have all those tattoos? Especially the face tattoos. They are pretty extreme, you know."

You chuckle and reach out to run a finger over the black lines on his jaw, tracing them slowly with your fingertip.

Sukuna shrugs and smirks at you. His low voice sounds amused,

"Let me say this first: I was a difficult kid. As long as I can remember, I have always gotten into trouble. I'm just not good with authorities. I get angry when people try to tell me what to do or when they are stupid or...I don't know. I just get pissed off, and I do some dumb stuff."

You laugh loudly as you look up at him, nodding in agreement that you can imagine that all too well.

Sukuna grins back at you and runs a hand through his pink hair, smoothing it down before continuing his story of how he got his tattoos.

"The thing with the tattoos started when I was mad at my grandpa for something. I can't even remember what it was, but I left the house to go to some shady bar and get drunk. And there was this guy who did tattoos for the Yakuza. I decided the best way to piss off my grandpa would be to get tattoed. So I told that guy to take me to his shop and do it right away. He found it funny, I think. Took me to his place and did the face tattoos. Those were actually the first ones I got. I came back a few weeks later to get the ones on my body done."

You shake your head, eying him with a skeptical look.

"Those were some drastic measures just to piss your grandpa off."

Sukuna shrugs and huffs,

"Yeah, what can I say? I didn't care about the consequences at that moment. I just felt this need to show my grandpa that I am the only one who has a say when it comes to my life. Even if it meant showing him that I could always get worse. It was pretty stupid. I lost my job at the cinema snack stand because of those tattoos. And I think I was about to get suspended from college too. But I didn't care. It's not like I had a dream career or something like that. I would have probably ended up doing some illegal shit to get by. Well, in the long run, none of it mattered anyways. I guess the zombie apocalypse saved me from becoming a real Yakuza."

He laughs softly, but a shadow flickers over his face, and he averts his gaze, eyes fixed on the flickering flame of the candle when he continues softly,

"It was typical of me. I just couldn't fit into regular life. It wasn't for me. All those rules and obligations. I always wanted to break out of that, and I fought anyone who tried to make me bend to those rules. Maybe that's why I seem to handle the apocalypse so well. Maybe I was made for a world like this. For chaos and anarchy."

For a moment, silence settles between you. Sukuna's little tale started as a funny and dumb story but turned into something much more serious.

His words make something in your heart twist painfully. You catch yourself thinking that this boy with the smug smirk is far more broken when he wants anyone to know.

His past sounds like the re-telling of an accident that you know will happen but cannot prevent. Sukuna had been heading straight into his very personal apocalypse even before the virus outbreak. And Sukuna is smart. He knew that he was working towards his own ruin but was unable to stop it because he couldn't let go of his urge to rebel, to always stand proud, and never grovel before anyone.

His story is that of a lost cause. A troublemaker who would never fit society's standards. The type of guy who everyone would have warned you about and told you to stay away from so he wouldn't drag you down with him.

You remember that moment after Sukuna killed those two guys who had wanted to take your supplies. That moment when he had been worried you were scared of him. Half convinced that you would push him away. Because maybe that is what had happened all his life.

It makes you feel a strange kind of sympathy for him. As cocky and dangerous as Sukuna appears, the last weeks with him have shown you that there is more to him than his tough shell. He might be an asshole, but he is a rather nice asshole. His humor actually makes you laugh. You respect him for his many skills and his intelligence. And you know that without him, you wouldn't be alive at this point. Because Sukuna can actually be quite protective. It's kind of tragic that most people never got to see this side of him.

A heavy silence has settled between the two of you.

You aren't sure how to react. Reach out and put a hand on Sukuna's knee to show him you understand? Or elbow him and laugh about his wild past. Before you can decide what to do, Sukuna is the one who eases the tension. He smirks at you, eyeing you with a teasing glint in his eyes,

"Why did you want to know about my tattoos? Do you like them? They are sexy, aren't they?"

"Yeah...I mean...kind of?"

"I know you're into them. Ok, my turn. What are your favorite movies?"

You can't help but giggle at his reply, elbowing him and rolling your eyes. Still, your annoyance isn't real, and it's obvious when you snuggle back against Sukuna's side, getting comfortable again as you tell him about your favorite movies.

You spend hours like that, talking about the things you like. About movies, about your preferred coffee order, things that are far away and that you will probably never get back. And yet it feels nice to get filled with sweet nostalgia as you remember those things that used to bring you joy.

At some point, Sukuna's arm wraps around you, holding you closely against his side.

He feels comforting, a body full of strong muscles and reassuring warmth. His voice is low and soothing, tongue slightly heavy from all the vodka. It sounds good on him, though, sexy and smooth.

He tells you about his family. About his parents, who died young, long before the virus, back when Sukuna and Yuuji were only children.

And he tells you about his grandpa, who the twins grew up with.

The grumpy old man who taught them how to fight and who took them to bars and pachinkos at a much too young age but always tried to teach them to make friends and use their strength to help others. A man who did his best to raise his grandsons to become good people.

A man who, in Sukuna's opinion, failed because he only had one grandson who is a good guy: Yuuji. Sukuna's twin brother.

Sukuna's voice becomes a bit rough when he talks about him. Obviously worried about Yuuji, obviously missing him by his side.

The brother who is closer to Sukuna than anyone else.

The brother who built pillow forts with Sukuna when they were little and stayed in his bed the whole night because he had nightmares, and Sukuna told him he would protect him and chase all the monsters in Yuuji's dreams away.

The brother who is sunshine incarnate and so full of kindness and compassion.

"My brother is the most important person to me. Yuuji is...he is a good guy. Sometimes too good for this world. He is too selfless. I have to find him to make sure he doesn't play the hero. He is my little brother. I am responsible for him."

"You are twins, Sukuna. You are the same age."

"I am the older one! By a whole three minutes!"

He exclaims loudly in mock exasperation. Something you know he must have said so many times ever since he and Yuuji were little that it has become an automatic reply, a reflex. It makes you laugh fondly.

It's sweet somehow to see this side of Sukuna. To see beyond that arrogant and ruthless shell. He isn't just a zombie slayer or survival expert. He is also a brother, a grandson, and a friend. He has people he cares about and who care about him. And you seem to be one of them now.

The smirk on Sukuna's face is boyish, so attractive that you can't look away. He shakes his head slightly before continuing,

"But seriously, Yuuji always has my back. I mean, sure, he gets mad at me and tells me off for getting into trouble. He even punched me in the face one time. Gave me a nice black eye..."

He laughs at that, eyes focusing on a spot behind you, clearly seeing a memory flash before his inner eye. A memory that makes a smile play around his lips.

He is still smiling as he trails a hand down your arm, making you shiver at his soft touch, at the now familiar feeling of his skin on yours. His long fingers gently pry the bottle of vodka out of your grasp. He brings it to his lips, tilting his head back to take another gulp. The last one, you realize.

Sukuna sighs as he puts the empty bottle away and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, and then he continues, picking up where he left off,

"Even though he doesn't approve of what I do, Yuuji has my back. He gets me out of shit. I would have been in a lot more trouble in the past if it weren't for him. He never gave up on me, no matter how much trouble I got into. That's the way Yuuji is. He gives second chances and wants to save everyone. That's a dangerous thing. Especially now. I hate not knowing where he is or what he's doing. I should be by his side and protect him, just like I promised him when we were little kids."

You can see a strange softness in Sukuna's eyes. He truly loves his brother. You can see that. It tugs at your heartstrings. Somehow seeing a tough guy like Sukuna talk so affectionately about someone hits you hard. A crass reminder that he isn't a heartless monster who goes through this world unbothered about what happens to others.

He has a heart, and he loves with that heart. Loves deeply with it from what it looks like.

Sukuna is worried about his little brother. He is worried and restless until he gets reunited with Yuuji again.

Before you know it, you reach out and place your hand on Sukuna's, giving it a reassuring squeeze before you intertwine your fingers with his.

"I hope we'll find your brother soon."

Thank you so much for reading!! I cried while writing the part about Sukuna's past. I am so weak for him!! I hope you enjoyed his little backstory and the party at the end of the world :) Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs make me happy!

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kamiversee · 8 months ago

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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 44 || The Question at the End

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, heartwarmingly filthy smut (includes choking), fluff, & a ticklish tinge of angst.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.7k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

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——YOU WEREN’T PREPARED FOR the man that is Nanami Kento. Nope, nothing could mentally ready you for the way he eases his cock into you for what felt like hours on end, making you lose all sense of thought as he forces you to feel each and every inch and vein that decorates his member.

You don’t remember anything from when he was finger fucking you in his vehicle to now as your legs are pressed up against your chest with Nanami’s hands roughly squeezing onto the plush underside of your thighs while he stuffs you full of his girthy length.

“Fuuuck,” Nanami groaned, his hair disheveled and his eyes lustful and low-lidded as he gazed down at the flushed fucked out expression on your face. “You’re-, shit… you’re milking my cock, darling… hah, squeezing me so damn tight,”

Through the course of the list, you’ve experienced all kinds of sex but nothing quite like this. When Nanami said he fucks rough he wasn’t referring to his pace, instead, he was referring to the filth that leaves his lips and the stretch of his dick squeezing into you. It’s more of a buildup to that roughness he was referring to and you liked every second of that.

He’s a confident man, he knows how women react to his size. And as for you? Oh you felt like a virgin trying to take him in at first. Thank god for the car ride that consisted of him fingering you because you quickly realized how necessary that was.

Not only was that helpful but Nanami’s sexy voice was in your ear as he eased himself into you. He spoke so softly, so kindly, his tone laced in honey with how sweet it was as each word went straight to your core and only made his entry more slippery.

He hadn’t tied you up just yet, he’d revisit that idea later.

As he initially entered you, those soft lips of his were against your ear, saying things like, “Shhh, I know it’s big but you can take it, right?”

To which your nails would scrape against his back and your jaw would fall, leaving your mouth open with obscene moans leaving you, “I c-can’t-, f-fuuuck… ohmygod…” You whined and whined, to which he only went slower.

You’re not sure if it helped for him to go slower or if you just wanted him to thrust the rest in but either way, you were struggling.

“C’mon, that’s it, I’m almost-,” He grunts heavily, his warm breath hitting your skin, “A-Almost all the way in. You’re doing so good f’me, such a good girl aren’t you?”

You nodded weakly. He was halfway in but you couldn’t really tell. Your legs wrapped around his large muscular body and god he was a big man. His build was so damn perfect over you and his gentleness just made you melt beneath him.

“Uh-huh…” You babbled out to the man.

Nanami shifted down to the area right below your jaw and kissed you passionately before whispering to you, “You’re taking me so well, love.”

Yep, your walls suddenly clamp around his cock and Nanami lets out a moan against you.

“Kento,” You squeaked out, a whimper following his name as each inch of him was buried inside you, “You’re s’deep,” You slurred out.

Nanami nods, “Mhmm, I know… Here,” He moves a hand to grab your arm and you feel his fingers slip along your palm before they interlace with your own, squeezing your delicate hand in his own, “Hold on to me, I’ll make sure you feel good soon, okay?”

The sex was so soft and light that it had you utterly flustered. You didn’t even know what to do with yourself in a situation like this. Nanami moved so that his face was over your own and his eyes gazed so deeply into yours while he held your hand to comfort you through his hefty size.

His hips begin to draw back and you hiss when he then presses himself down into you again, the tip of his cock simply mushing into that tear-jerking spot inside you. Your delicate fingers squeeze onto his hand for dear life as Nanami works up a steady and simple pace. You were breathing so heavily and your eyes were hardly open.

Your jaw remained slack as soft moans poured from your moist lips, “M-Mmmgh… Kento,” You called, voice breathy.

The man tilts his head at you, his brows furrowed as he tries not to lose himself in the way your cunt just sucks him right back in each time he draws himself out, “Hm?” He inches his face to yours, “What is it, pretty? Talk to me.” He requested, and damn the way his voice was just as breathy as yours.

The whole situation was so hot, heavy, and intimate, far more intimate than you were expecting it to be. Your eyes dipped down to his lips and you felt his hands move your thighs farther apart before his chest pressed against yours.

“K-Kiss me,” You breathed.

Nanami chuckles, just barely, “Is that how you ask?” He groaned out slightly, his cock stretching you open as he voices his words to you.

You bite your lower lip for a moment to stifle the next whine that threatened to escape before turning your head to the side and uttering a desperate, “Please?”

The man moved his lips to your cheek, then slid over to your ear, “Look at me first,” He instructed.

Just before you get the chance to do so, his hand suddenly weighs into yours and you feel your fingers dip into the mattress a bit as Nanami holds himself up using your clasped hands. Then, his free hand comes up to your face, specifically your chin, and forces your head to turn to him.

Pleasureful tears are welling up in your eyes and you feel so embarrassed as you look at him. Nanami gives you this comforting small smile and your heart flutters like crazy.

“Please kiss me,” You say softly.

Nanami inclines himself down to you just a bit more, his warm lips brushing over your own, “Beg some more f’me,” He grunts, and you feel his dick sliding out of you a bit more than before, and he thrusts right back in moments later.

That was when things started to shift. “Please?” You’re so quick to follow his words, almost without a second thought.

He frowns to mock you, “So cute. Say it again.”

“P-Please?” You moaned this time, feeling his thick inches knock into you a bit harder than before, making you choke on air for a moment.

Then, your cunt simply floods around his cock when Nanami pushes his lips to yours, groaning out a very low and very sexy, “Good girl.”

Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed and the kiss with Nanami was slow and firm, wet and plump lips slipping over one another before your tongues connected sloppily as his pace picked up.

You got so unintentionally loud, moaning against Nanami with little to no control over the sounds escaping your lips. His name left you like a damn mantra with the way he begins to, slowly, yet roughly drive his girthy cock into your squelching cunt.

Sounds of sex filled the air, loud as it always was, yet your moaning was slightly downed out by Nanami’s deep and guttural groans. That, along with the lewd sounds of your pussy just slobbering around his shaft.

Nanami’s lips pried from yours at some point and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his dick simply clobbered into your gummy walls, the wet slap of his thick base to your cunt echoing throughout the room.

“You’re one perverted girl, y’know that?” Nanami suddenly pointed out as he pushed himself up a bit. His hand releases yours and the man sits back on his heels, placing those large hands of his to your upper thighs and then giving your body a tug.

A pornographic moan is ripped from your throat as his cock is felt impossibly deeper inside you. The slight change in positioning made Nanami penetrate so much further inside you, your pussy squeezing around the man ridiculously tight as he ups his thrusts.

Your entire body twitches when his thumb is felt at your clit, rolling such slow but painfully pleasurable circles around the sensitive but.

“M-My god-,” You gasp, your back arching off the bed, “M’gonna cum, s-shit… K-Kento-,”

“Mhm,” Nanami hums, biting his lip for a moment at the sight of your breasts jerking forward with his each thrust, “I knoww,” He coos, “Cum on my cock, lemme’ feel it, darling.”

The harsh smack of his pelvis to yours as he fucked his length into you filled your ears. You couldn’t think for a moment, couldn’t see, drool was dripping down out of the corner of your mouth, and his name rolled off your tongue more times than could be counted as your orgasm crashed over you.

Your legs tried to close around him but his free hand prevented that action as it was placed on your thigh, keeping you spread open for him. Instinctively, your hand reaches down to where his thumb was driving you over the edge and you try stopping the touch, overstimulation clouding your mind.

“C’monn, don’t push me away, pretty girl,” Nanami hushes out.

His voice made the entire thing so much worse. And he knew it too, he could feel how your cunt twitches and clamps around his already slick member, knowing his tone and words made you wetter than you were.

Your hands continue to try and move his hands away from your clit, wanting just a second to try and collect yourself. That was when Nanami decided now was a good time to revisit his thoughts from earlier.

There was a previously disregarded tie lying idly on his bed not too far from the two of you. One hand remains on your clit, driving you absolutely insane as his other hand reached for the tie.

You didn’t even realize what was happening until the pressure from your clit was suddenly lifted and your hands were brought together. You let out a filthy cry of pleasure as Nanami leans his muscular body over yours, pinning your hands up and above your head.

He shakes his head at your expression and his hips just don’t stop pounding his hefty cock into you, the bed beginning to rock with his each thrust. “Kinky woman you are.” He comments, “You probably wanted this to happen, huh? S’that why you were being so disobedient?”

A slight smile pulls at the corner of your lips, the sight not going unnoticed even through your fucked out expression. “M-Maybe, ah, fuuck…” You moaned out, “B-But, haah… y-you’re the one who-, m-mmmh… wanted t-to tie me up, aagnh-, a-anyways…” You get out, your words slurred and broken due to his heavy balls slapping against your skin as he bottomed you out.

You felt a fabric wrapping around your wrists, the feeling of being restricted completely foreign to you.

Nanami scoffs and his ability to fuck you and tie your hands up at the same time genuinely amuses you. “Oh? Someone’s quite talkative now,” He teases, clearly mocking how just a few minutes ago the most you could get out was his name.

You bite your lip hard for a second, trying to keep a whimper in whilst Nanami’s hand squeezes around your tied wrists, pinning you down to the bed while he begins rolling his hips down into yours, again making you really feel his every inch and vein.

“Ha-ahh… fuck, s-shut up,” You babble out.

Nanami cocks a brow at you, “I’d love to see you try and make me.” He tests, leaning down so that his lips ghost your own, “Shut me up, go on-,”

His words cut off suddenly as you purposefully close your walls around him, using what little strength you have in you to do so. The man moans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock so suddenly, completely eating his words to you.

You flash a lustful smile at him, “Mgh… You were saying?” Your words are still breathy but even so, your confidence turned the man on like crazy.

Nanami bites his bottom lip and then scoffs, “Do that again ‘nd see what happens,” He challenges.

And who were you to not accept said challenge? Again, you clench around Nanami’s dick but this time, you’re all too quickly put in your place.

He lets go of your pinned hands, pulling the tie from you as he leans up and tosses his head back with an almost annoyed groan. “I had no plans on actually fucking you like a slut but,” He rolls his head back into place and meets your eyes for only a moment, “Seems’ like a brat like you needs to be put in her place.”

The tie that’d been around your wrist is brought up to the man’s mouth as he holds it there while moving. Your body is rapidly manhandled and Nanami pulls out of you for just a moment to flip you over. He then lifts your hips and forces your back into an arch.

After which, you moan loudly into the mattress as he thrusts his cock back into you. Then, your wrists are taken into his hold again, quickly crossed over one another behind your back, and then tied together.

And if that wasn’t enough, once your hands are firmly tied together, Nanami reaches over for something you don’t see. You don’t get a chance to mentally process the way he takes his belt and moves it to loop around your neck, using that to tug your head up from the mattress as his hips beat into your ass.

Your eyes widened, air and your voice left your throat completely, and you felt so stupidly cockdrunk in what felt like seconds. Your hands were tied behind your back, and the upper half of your body was forced up by a belt that wasn’t pulling you too tight but tight enough for you to have zero control.

“K-Kento, f-fu-uck… p-please-,” You whimpered as you felt his massive tip just pound into your sweet spot, making your eyes cross in lust.

Nanami scoffs and tugs you back enough so that he can speak into your ear, “Please what?” He grunts, “I thought you wanted me to shut up?”

His voice is so damn low now, almost lower than before? It’s husked in arousal and you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

“M’sorry,” You whine, “Ohfuck, f-fuck… Kento, mmmh… m’cumming, s-shit-,” It came so unexpectedly, your release coating his member in a messy slick as he fucked you from behind.

He chuckled suddenly and your eyes rolled back when he suddenly moved his free hand to shove two fingers into your mouth, “Give it to me, love,” He whispered so sweetly despite his hips crashing into yours so angrily.

Your jaw just fell and his fingers dove deeper into your mouth, drool and spit leaking out your mouth as you moaned and groaned around his thick digits. Your entire body spasmed and twitched as instead of just experiencing an orgasm, a different, but familiar, sensation takes over and you squirt unexpectedly.

Nanami groaned deeply against your ear, “Fuuuuck… You-, mgh… hah, messed’ up my sheets, pretty girl,” He points out, as if the fabric wasn’t long since soiled since he brought you into the bedroom.

You couldn’t respond to him. Your legs were shaking, an airy whine was leaving your lips, your throat trembled as the sound left you, and your eyes squeezed shut. Nanami let up on you after that.

His fingers leave your mouth, you choke out a staggered exhale, and his hand releases the belt, allowing your body to go forward and limp in front of him. His hands then find comfort on your hips and his thrusting slows only a bit to give you a moment's rest.

You’re moaning weakly into the sheets and your tied hands are trying to reach back and feel the man. Nanami, feeling pity for you, grabs ahold of one of your hands as he continues to stroke your insides juust right.

“Did’ so good for me, darling.” He praises, “So fuckin’ good.” His words left him in pants and you could tell you weren’t the only one feeling drained.

You found the strange sense of comfort wash over your body whilst he slowed his thrusts but kept holding your hand. While his thrusts grew slower, they also grew harder. Slow and harsh jerks of his hips into your ass just made you so dumb, his well-defined pelvis felt clashing into your ass over and over and over.

His stamina was top-notch, something you could hardly keep up with anymore.

“K-Kento… mmmh… s-so-, oh… s’deep…” You mumbled into the bed, missing the way he smiles softly at your fucked out state.

Nanami shrugs a bit, “Could’ go deeper if you want.”

You shook your head no amusingly fast. “N-No, you’re… aah… you’re de-eep enough…” Your words were coming out in broken moans and a tear slipped out of your eye as you simply took what he gave you.

The man chuckled, “Uhuh, I bet I am…” He mocked.

You wish you would have argued with that but your brain was too fuzzy with lust, arousal, and satisfaction that you couldn’t think straight.

Nanami took his other hand that wasn’t holding yours and placed it on your ass, spreading you apart slightly so he could get a good look at the mess you’ve made of his cock. The sight was like no other, it made his breath hitch.

“Shit,” Nanami cursed, “Such a messy girl…” He points out, then tosses his head back as he feels you pulse around his shaft. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep-“

You move slowly, with the last of your energy to force your hips back to meet his heavy thrusts. Then, you turn your head and meet Nanami’s gaze.

Good lord that man was sexy. He was sweaty, his eyes were so low and clouded in this dazed stupor, lips parted with pants leaving him, and his abs were so clearly tensed.

His thrusting slowed and slowed until he came to a half-stop, watching the way you fucked yourself back on him. Nanami lets out a grunt, then a groan, like a really deep pussy-throbbing groan that let you know he was close. That, and you felt him grasp onto your hand tighter, his mouth shutting as he grits his teeth and furrowed his brows.

Even fucked out, if there’s one thing you still knew how to do, it was how to have lazy sex (Choso was to thank that for that). You rolled your hips as you continued your movements, feeling his cock glide in and out of you so smoothly.

Nanami lets out a moan and then suddenly grabs onto your hips, quickly pushing you so that his member slipped out of you before allowing himself to cum on your ass.

Somewhere deep deep down inside, you wished he came inside you but, you knew you needed to start being more careful. You’ve had sex with too many men to simply let the majority of them cum inside you. In the chance that you were to get pregnant, you wouldn’t want to have to go through the stress of figuring out whose it is.

That thought aside, Nanami was quick to untie your wrists and then lean his body over yours. You pushed yourself up just barely using your elbows so that your faces could meet and it seemed like you both had the same thing in mind, moving to share a sweet and sensual kiss.

You felt as the bed dipped a bit on your left side, Nanami’s right hand going to caress your obviously tired body as he kissed you.

When he pulls away, his eyes are gentle on yours, “You did so good for me,” He whispers.

Those words make you smile sleepily, “Did I?” You murmur back to the man.

He nods, “Mhm,” He then gives you another peck, “Now that that’s done,” Nanami shifts to kiss your forehead and then leans away from you, “Let me clean you up.”

In no world would you have been allowed to protest against that as Nanami was quick to move to act on his words.

In terms of aftercare, you think you’ve experienced the best of the best but… Nanami is just…

Well, you’re not sure any of the men you’ve dealt with have not only given you a bath but also massaged your feet as if they were a damn professional. Then, if that wasn’t enough, Nanami didn’t even allow you to lift a finger for the remainder of the night.

He asked if you wanted to stay or if you wanted him to take you home and after you settled on the first option, Nanami not only insisted that you sleep in his bed but also made sure you were completely taken care of.

Before allowing you to drift off to sleep, he offered you tea, meds, and even food-- all of which you sleepily denied, telling him you’d be fine until the morning. He then insisted that you take at least one of the offered items, to which you settled on the tea.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Nanami was such a caring man. Perhaps in another life…

No, you’ve got enough drama on your own. You don’t need to add a third man to that list-

Speaking of lists…

That’s…

That’s it.

It’s over. The list of people Gojo Satoru blackmailed you into seducing to clear his debt is complete.

As this information renders to you, you are now sitting up in Nanami’s large bed, the man sitting not too far from you flicking through channels on the big flatscreen TV as you sipped on the tea he’d given you.

After today… You could just run to Choso.

Or…

Or Gojo.

You blink at your own thoughts.

Or Gojo? What the hell? Since when was he an option? Despite you being conflicted, thinking about running to either of them to live some kind of happily ever after makes your heart feel all fluttery.

You sit back a bit, resting against the pillows behind you and you drink more of the given tea. Then, a sudden thought sparks.

“Kento,” You call, your voice as delicate as ever.

He finds some channel and when you look over to him, you notice he’s wearing reading glasses. He really is stupidly attractive without trying.

Nanami turns to you, “Yes? Everything okay?”

You grin, “Mhm, everything’s fine. I just uhm…” You swallow, “Can I ask you something.”

His eyes spark in curiosity, “Of course.”

You glance away from him, “Uh, you know who Gojo is, right?” Why did your question come out so dumb? You don’t know, you’re tired and you wanted to see if you could get even the slightest answer about that debt of his.

Nanami quirks a brow, “Gojo, as in, Gojo Satoru? Gojo the walking headache Satoru?” He grumbles.

You giggle, “Yeah, him.”

“Yes, I know him, why?” The blond asks.

You let out a sigh. There’s no reason you can’t ask Nanami about the debt right? With that thought, you look at him, “Does he owe you anything?” You ask vaguely.

Obviously, you know the answer to that since Gojo said he’s in debt-

“Owe me anything?” Nanami echoes in a confused manner, “Like what?”

Think, think, think, think-, “I mean like, does he owe you any favors?” You manage out.

“Why?” The blond deflects.

It was odd he didn’t answer the question just yet. Was he hiding something or was he truly confused?

“W-Well, Satoru owes me something so I was curious if he uh, owed things to a lot of people,” Yep, that came straight out of your ass.

You’ve gotten way too good at lying. Choso might not like that-

“No,” Nanami says.

Silence followed his answer.

No? Your brows furrowed and you chuckled, “No? No, what?” You murmured, acting as though you were questioning.

“You asked if he owed me anything, right?” Nanami shrugs, “The answer is no, Gojo doesn’t owe me anything. But I’m not surprised someone like him owes you something,” He jokes.

You just blink.

Did you hear all that correctly?

What…

What the hell does that mean??

If Gojo doesn’t owe Nanami anything, why the fuck did you just sleep with him? Well, it’s not like you regret it or anything, the sex was great but…

What the fuck is going on??

Nanami suddenly snaps his fingers, “You alright?”

You blink out of your thoughts, “Y-Yeah. So wait,” You return to your questions, “Satoru’s not in debt with you or anything?” You ask, receiving a confused stare from Nanami. To make yourself not seem weird, you quickly add on, “L-Like he is with me?”

Nanami laughs a bit, “I’m afraid not. I wouldn’t even allow Gojo to owe me anything, he’d never pay it back knowing him. Even so, is everything okay with you and him? Do you need help getting him to pay the debt he owes you-“

“N-No,” You unintentionally cut off, “Sorry, thanks for offering to help but uhm,” You turn your head to face forward, losing yourself in deep thought, “I’m fine. I’ll uh, figure things out with him myself.”

Nanami gazes at you for a long moment and then he brushes the topic off, turning back to the TV.

You, on the other hand, have never been this damn confused in your life. Why… Why would Gojo make you sleep with Nanami if he doesn’t owe him anything?

What if… What if Gojo really is just an asshole after all? What if you just forgot who the hell that man was?

You must have.

Yeah, you forgot. This is the same man who’s threatened you numerous times. You’ve been blinded. You forgot why Gojo really said he was doing this to you.

Forget the debt of his.

Forget those stupid and bullshit lies of him claiming to love you.

Fuck his stupid ass tears and confessions.

Screw this damn diamond necklace that still lay around your neck at this very moment.

Fuck Gojo Satoru.

That’s the same man who said from the very beginning…

He only started the list, because he was bored. How’d you forget? To him, it was all just a fucking game, remember?

‘And what better entertainment than watching Shoko's roomie get slut-shamed by the whole school?’ You forgot about that.

Your heart caves in your chest and you feel this twisted and burning feeling well up inside you. Before you settle on hating Gojo again, you want clear and direct answers.

R-Right?

Shit. You can’t stop the flashing and haunted memories of his sobbing. Why would he cry like that if this was all just a game to him? Does he just regret it that bad? Did he want you to feel sorry for him?

Shit. You hate this. You want to cry and scream at the same time.

Replaying his soft words makes your heart ache. No matter what happens, even through death, my heart will always beat for you.

But then, replaying his other words brings anger to your veins. I want the whole school to see what a fucking slut you are.

So…

Which statement is the real Gojo? Which words poured from his lips hold the truth?

Does he actually love you or… have you just been a pawn in his fucked up little game all this time? A piece to his twisted puzzle? Or, the missing fragment to his fractured heart?

What is it that you symbolize in the eyes of Gojo Satoru?

Now that the list is over, you’re left with two final options.

A. Demand Gojo to explain himself even though the chances of that being successful are slim to none.

Or;

B. Forget Gojo, free your mind, & run to the man who’s freakishly devoted to you; Choso Kamo.

The choice was yours.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

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visionsofmagic · 1 year ago

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day 2: ryomen sukuna [breeding kink]

࿓ synopsis • sukuna just wants a womb to put his babies in but it changes when he fucks you.

―❦ nsfw, explicit language, f!reader, heian era!sukuna who has fours arms, concubine!reader, contains of a bit dark themes, licking, marks, pet names, humiliation, sukuna is being sukuna, a bit of fluff, sex addiction, fingering, cum, overstimulation [‘is all I guess?] • 1.8k • the first time I am writing for my favorite villain from jjk. Excited but there can be mistakes. enjoy! [kinktober m.]

“fuck brat!” a dark chuckling, mocking you as his crimson four eyes look at below - at the mess you are making because of his thick cocks inside your walls, deep enough to make it ache like hell yet magnificent enough to give you the pleasure no one can. “look at how my seed is coming out of your pathetic pussy.”

he doesn’t wait for you to respond- to even comprehend what he’s saying, holding your smaller face by the chin as his palm stays on your cheek.

he lowers your head down, making you look at his cocks disappearing inside your pussy, and a bit of his hot semen dripping from it to his abdomen.

“it’s-“ you try to say, sounding husky since you have only moaned, and screamed in the last few hours. closing your eyes, a jolt of electricity mixed with pain and pleasure runs through your body, even in veins, when he moves his hips, thrusting into you one more time before making you sit on his cocks once again - oh, his two damn big cocks should’ve ripped you apart if he wasn’t this gentle, surprisingly calm and gentle because he wants you to stay alive - you will have his legacy inside your womb after all, the reason why he fucks you for the past few hours.

“is it too much?” mocking again, his tongue on the abdomen takes a lick from your abdomen, traveling to your breasts from there, sending another mix of tears and moans.

“suku – aghh!“ a slap on the ass, “my king! oh, it’s - it’s too much! I can’t - I can’t -!”

he only laughs at your poor attempts, “you can’t?” he asks, not a question though, only a treat as he sounds like pure poison. one of his hands holds you from your neck harshly enough to make you shake in fear for a moment while the other free one caress your hair - the opposite actions of his two arms gives you a dizzying sensation that takes your logical side from you, giving you pure insanity in return.

“be grateful that I fuck you whore,” his other two hands hold your waist as he makes you move forward and backward, riding you slowly. you only hear your own breaths as if there is nothing left inside your lungs, eyes already blurred that look at his bastard but attractive face, hands standing beside you because you have no brain to use them, not anymore, not after he fucked you in 5 different positions already. “there are thousands of women and men who beg for my cocks, you know that, right brat?”

his hands move from your waist to your ass, grasping the flesh tightly – too tightly to leave red marks as you believe after feeling a sudden heat rushing to the skin he is holding, however, he doesn’t care at all – why he should anyway? you’re just one of his concubines – maybe his favorite one for the moment, and him showing you mercy and a bit of affection – unlike he does for others – doesn’t mean anything; you’re just there to take his hot semen every now and then, whenever he wants to fuck that pussy and brain of yours so that you can have his legacy inside you, heir to him – lots of heirs.

“puff –“ he says, scoffing after that, picking you up – a pathetic and cuckdumbed woman in his arms, he thinks, gazing at your half-closed eyes, agape mouth – salvia running out of it, “disgusting,” he says in a low tone but contrary to his words, his actions are proof that he likes what he sees because he keeps going and going until his eyes travel from that open mouth of yours he wants to put one of his cocks in, to your breasts full of biting marks that turned to red, moving to your pussy from there.

his cocks’ tips standing beneath your pussy that is pouring his semen ‘cause it is too fucking much.

shaking his head in arrogance, he puts your body on his lap with a bridal style, left hands staying on your back while a free one stays on your pussy, caressing it and he watches how your body begins to shake again, a hand is put on his chest, holding his wide open sleeve’s side tightly as if you have right to do that, and even your head fall into his shoulder, breathing rapidly yet lowly as he holds your body close to him.

why he does that – why he allows you to do that; remains unanswered.

he doesn’t think much, not now, he has a desire to put that damn semen into your wide-open pussy.

holding your thighs apart, his fingers – two long and thick fingers enter into your messy slit, white wetness joins into hot walls one by one, and it continues until sukuna is satisfied with it. “do not fucking dare to move now, woman.” he treats you. he sounds he is one step away from breaking your neck if you do move. you should fear him, you know, oppositely, you do otherwise, giving astonishing state to sukuna, making him freeze for a moment when he feels you getting closer to him, a hand travels on his neck, and a head sits on his shoulder, you even open your legs wider.

you don’t say anything, the mouth is too dry to speak aloud; he gets it though – and that gives satisfaction to him, and his responses end with a new position.

being the definition of menace for desires live within him, and you witness it when he puts you on the carpet, hovering below you as he cages you between his four arms, then, one of them appears on your abdomen, pushing it into the floor – gently yet it feels terrifying.

you look into his crimson eyes, hoping to see sanity inside them – what a fool you’re to try searching.

no, no – you think to yourself, conscious coming back even though you're high – he will not fuck you as a concubine now, he will fuck you as if you’re his queen, you’re so sure of it and the words slipping out of his smirking mouth prove you right.

“I will fuck so many babies inside this womb that you won’t be able to even walk, pretty slut,” a compliment, huh, sounds different than you thought, still, gives a jolt of happiness throughout your entire body that lying beneath his massive body, ready to take him one more – or maybe even more – time. “I will make a fucking queen out of you with my children. don’t you worry whore,”

the only thing you can remember is seeing his big smile – entertaining before the only thing you can comprehend is his presence below you, behind you, under you – hands conquers every part of your body because you’re his – the one who will give him heir, stay beside him, being a fucking queen of kings of curses. “you’re entirely mine now. mine to have – fuccck! – mine to fuck! and mine to breed.”

❦ tagging: @lilvampirina !

#💦 kinktober 2023 first week #kinktober 2023 #day 2 #ryomen sukuna #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna x f!reader #sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk x reader #sukuna smut #jjk smut #💌 by me #red #THANKS FOR READING #I have never wrote for this man so it was a bit hard to stay in tone and cannon but I hope you like the final work! it was entertaining!#maybe a bit dilemma but I tried my best #thank u!

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mggsv · 11 months ago

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GOOD FOR ONE THING༉

f!reader x ryomen sukuna (18+) | not proof read | reblog if you like <3

summary : Sukuna gets tired of this “dumbass jar” you made.

warnings : bimbo!reader, plug/gangster!sukuna, sukuna calls reader a dumbass, degrading, hair pulling, rough sex, smoking during sex, second hand smoke, spanking, mild choking

If you had a penny for everytime Sukuna called you a dumbass, you’d have a lot of little pennies…and you do have a lot of little pennies.

“Kuna…you have to put a penny in the jar.” You followed behind him with a small frown, holding the half filled jar of copper. He grunts and shakes his head. “M’out of pennies mama.” The he puffed the smoke around the blunt in his mouth, digging in his pockets. “Nothing.”

“Well- that’s too bad. I need a penny.” You shake the jar to let him know you meant business. You were very serious when it came to a lot of things, like your relationship, like this jar. Sukuna curses and puts the blunt out as soon as you followed him into the kitchen. “I’m not putting a fucking penny that I don’t have in that shitty fucking jar. I said no damnit.” You huff, setting the jar down on the counter, watching him grab the chinese food you had grabbed just an hour before. “As long as you do put a penny in the jar.” You grumble. He glances at you, squinting. “I won’t, now what huh?”

“You have to!” you frown, “you promised me you would everytime you called me a dumbass.”

“Then stop being a dumbass and I wouldn’t have to put a fucking penny in the jar-“ “Thats two pennies now Kuna-“

“give me the damn jar.” He starts for you, making you flinch before you’re darting out of the kitchen- snatching up the jar. “No!” He’s on you in an instant, you barely made it down the hallway before he snatched you up.

“M’this fucking jar.” Sukuna holds it up from you. “I’m gonna put it away, find a fucking penny for it, and you’re gonna be satisfied you hear?” You nod, watching him look down at you before pecking your forehead. “Stressin’ me out and shit.” He mutters, walking past you. “I want you on your knees when I get back.” You knew where he was headed. His closet of “work” he called it. You knew the work Sukuna did and stayed out of it. He placed the jar next to one of many jars of weed he had, reaching over to put two pennies into the jar. He grabbed one of his many jars, huffing as he rolled up a blunt. His thoughts darted back to you, licking over the blunt before he lit it, cock twitching.

When he came back you were just like he wanted, on your knees..looking sad. “Tsk tsk, if you’re gonna be that way i’m not sticking my dick in your mouth.” Sukuna’s fingers graze over your lips, picking your chin up. His thumb taps your bottom lip, and on command you open to let it slip in. “You don’t give a shit about that jar. You just wanna get me riled up..fucking slut.” The word going straight down to your clit. He let out a puff of smoke, making you moan softly.

His mouth parts as you swirl your tongue around the thumb fucking your mouth. “That’s it..coat it real fucking good.” You moan around Sukuna’s thumb. He smirks, pushing it deeper into your mouth. “You need to learn to shut up sometimes huh?”

Nodding quickly you suck the way he’d want you to- like he taught you to. “You done being stupid? Want me to fuck your brains out or what?” You whimper, your thighs closing to stimulate that throbbing between your legs. “Gonna be a good slut for me mama?” you hum in reply, his thumb popping out of your mouth with a wet pop!

Now, if you had a penny for everytime Sukuna fucked you into tomorrow..you’d have many, many jars filled.

“a-ha…ah fuck-“ you whimpered into the couch cushion. You couldn’t breathe. Sukuna’s large hand held nearly your head, the grip on your hair insufferable. He held your face down into the cream colored cushion, his cock slowly pushing its way through your dripping cunt. Your perfect..perfect little pussy. “can’t..breathe K-Kuna..” you whine, trying to push back onto him, but he held your hips in plac.

“Don’t pass out on me mama.” Sukuna grunts, his thumb rubbing small circles into your skin. He cooed softly, cock slipping past that tight ring. You felt your eyes water, gasping when he pulls you up by your hair. You take a deep breathe before your face is back into the warmth of the couch. Your cunt squeezes around his cock, inch by inch disappearing until he’s fully sheathed inside of you..He lets out a shuddering moan as he bottoms out, head tipping back at just the feel of you. “That’s the stuff…” You choke on a small cry, cunt adjusting to him once more. He lets go of your hair, taking the blunt out of his mouth. “Talk to me mama..let me know if i can keep going hm?” He held the position, you shakily lifted your head, nodding, “Yes..yes please.”

“Gonna be good from now on?” His hand comes down on your ass. The smack sending a shock throughout your body. Your pussy squeezed around the thick length. You felt on fire. “Not gonna be a dumb whore?” Smack! “y..yes-“ you groan, eyes clamping shut while he rubbed up against that spot inside of you. Smack! “nnmm…” you were a sensitive little thing. Perfect for Sukuna, who loved every little bit of you.

“Promise you’re gonna be good for me from now on.” The first thrust knocked the rest of air out of you. Trembling lightly as he used his thumb to part your cheek, watching his slick coated cock slip back into your wet cunt. “P-promise…i’ll be good i promise ‘Kuna.” You squirm in his grasp, the hold on your hips becoming unbearable. Sukuna pounded into you. You did your best to work with him, you liked that..fucking yourself on his cock while he smacked your ass. The smoke going straight to your head. Lost in your pleasure, you felt your stomach cool before warming. Knowing that he budged your belly, threatening to fill you over and over again.

The sex raw. Sukuna didn’t like condoms, he liked to feel every inch of you. He wanted you pussy- his pussy filled until it spilled over. You reach back to slap at his hand, the pace becoming too much. Your eyes rolled, his balls slapping at your throbbing sex. You felt the hotness of your cunt gushing running down your legs, slick catching the pink hairs resting at Sukuna’s base. “Take it.” He watches you with a shitty smile. “..i can’t..i can’t hold it.” You reach down to rub your clit. “can’t..oh i can’t.” hips jerking at the sensitivity. Your body leans up, Sukuna’s hand coming down to wrap around your throat. He squeezes lightly, taking the blunt and putting it in your mouth, blowing smoke over your face. “You cum and i’m getting you pregnant,” he bites your ear with a small chuckle, “dumbass.”

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makuzume · 5 months ago

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YOUR SUKUNA SMAU WAS SO CUTE RAGHHZHSH

If it’s alright with you, can I request some Sukuna fluff? Possibly some period comfort with a clueless but acting like he knows everything Sukuna?

Like the reader is giving him a heads up for the following week and he’s just like ??? Week???

Sorry if this is confusing, the PMS emotions are causing Sukuna brain worms and I love your work!!

Eat a well balanced meal, sleep well, and ofc get yourself a little treat ♥️♥️

bf! Sukuna Pretends to Know About "Periods"

🔅content: f!reader; light crack/comfort; period talk

🔅a/n: Anon don't make me fall in love with you giggling so much I will kiss your forehead affectionately lovingly aggressively and yes I will get a sweet little treat and I'm taking you with me

[JJK Masterlist] [Sukuna Asks Uraume About Periods]

tags list: @zhenyuuu @megumisdivinedogs

Credits to @makuzume on Tumblr || Do not steal, translate, modify, reupload my works on any platform.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #sukuna #Sukuna.#jjk sukuna #ryomen #sukuna ryomen #period #x reader #fluff #crack #smau #jjk smau #f!reader #sms #imagines #comfort

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questioningmyexistence432 · 5 months ago

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'ᴀᴛᴛɪᴛᴜᴅᴇ.'

warnings - can be taken as some toxic thinking. hair-pulling, slight dacryphilia, manhandling, and mating press. fem!reader.

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

men who encourage you to keep the attitude with them. it was fun for them to fuck a brat back into their place. folding your body into a mating press - his cock buried inside of you. the squelching sounds your body made as his thrusts had you tightening around him. his eyes lingering on the sight of your cunt taking his cock, doing so well for him but your attitude? he’d smirk as soon as he noticed the sharp tone you decided to have with him when he’d entered your apartment. honestly, at this point, he’s wondering if you only do it to make him more encouraged to be rougher with you.

he’d manhandled you down to your own bed. listening to your whining and complaining as he stripped you bare. ripping your panties off as you started to squawk a complaint about that too. not replying - he didn’t have to. you’d be too cock drunk to be a smartass soon. he only speaks after your moans mixed with the unmistakable sound of you sobbing - reaching a hand up to your hair as he gripped a fistful. he’d use the leverage to guide your head to face him - looking down at your pitiful tear-stained cheeks as he just keeps thrusting. a grin on his lips as he shakes your head a little - your breath hitching as you squeeze your eyes shut at the disorienting action.

“now, where’d all tha’ fucking attitude go? just needed some fuckin’ dick to bring ya back to your senses, didn’t ya?”

:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

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truedove · 5 months ago

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midnight caller

word count - 994

content warning - smut (minors dni), f!reader insert, pervy behavior, extremely dubious consent, somnophilia, frottage

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who's eyes always seem to bore into you whenever you come over to their house. you always make sure to forgo the pretty skirts and dresses you have in your closet, instead opting for the most baggy jeans and sweatshirts you can find.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who constantly invades your personal space, pressing up against you in the most inappropriate ways. you've grown accustomed to the feeling of his breath on your neck whenever he stands too close, the way his hands seem to linger just a little too long on your shoulders or hips when he guides you out of his way.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who never misses an opportunity to tease you until you're red in the face. he has a way of making even the most innocent comments sound dirty. when he's not doing that, he's trying to get you alone. always asking you to help him 'study' even though you know he's top of his class. it's a thin excuse to get you into his room, where he can finally have you all to himself.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who takes to jerking off to the innocent selfies he's found of you on your social media. he envisions all of the ways he could touch you, ruin you. he pretends the tight grip of his hand is your mouth instead, imagines how pretty you'd look on your knees for him, petal soft lips stretched around his cock as you look up at him with those wide, trusting eyes of yours.

♡ your best friend's pervy older brother who sneaks into the room one night during your sleepover, his sister fast asleep next to you. he makes his way over to your side of the bed and carefully climbs in beside you, pressing his aching cock against your bottom and relieving some of the pressure. he's never had you this close before, all of his attempts being thwarted by your iron-clad will to deny him. not tonight though.

his free hand make its way under your nightshirt and he revels in the feel of your soft skin, the warmth that emanates from your body. he's waited so long for this and he wants to savor it, take his time in exploring every inch of you, learning all of the ways he can make you feel good - he truly does - but he's also itching to just finally have you. with a hushed groan, he tentatively begins to rut against you, harsh pants dampening the crook of your neck. his hand wanders from underneath your shirt to inside your panties and he feels a rush of triumph when his fingers find you warm and wet. he should feel guilty, violating you like this, but it's not like he was hurting you, right? you're so wet for him and whether you wanted to admit it or not, he knows that you want him too. you were a bashful little thing, always playing so hard to get. the only way that this was ever going to happen was if he took some initiative. he strokes your clit lightly, feeling it pulse under his touch and you stir slightly in your sleep. your body responds to his touch, betraying your feigned innocence and his cock twitches in anticipation, pressing more insistently against your backside. the pressure builds and his rutting grows clumsy, erratic, his fingers faltering momentarily before he finds his rhythm once more, determined to make you come for him. so caught up as he is, he doesn't notice your eyes slowly opening, the haze of sleep dissipating as the realization of what's happening sets in. your body twitches under his touch before tightening as pleasure overwhelms you. you fail to stifle your whimpers and a hand shoots up to cover your mouth, the grip firm, just teetering on the edge of painful. a chuckle rumbles from his chest, vibrating against your back. "shh, shh, shh." he hushes you, a certain lilt to his tone that makes it sound like he's amused. "it's alright, sweetheart. just relax." your eyes are wide with shock, the sight of your friend’s resting face just a few inches away from you rising a fierce blush to your cheeks. he continues to grind against you and against your better judgement - you let him. a low groan tickles your ears when he comes, his body tensing for a brief moment before going slack. his grip on you remains firm as he catches his breath, heaving heavily. you’re having a hard time processing what just happened. your heart races in your chest, the sound of it an uneasy accompaniment to the siblings contrast in breaths. one steady and peaceful, the other ragged and heavy with satisfaction. a kiss pressed to your temple catches you by surprise, gentle and warm, affectionate. he seems to have no plans of moving at all, hand still nestled between your thighs and his gentle petting causes you to shudder. your eyes shut of their own accord - you have so many emotions swirling inside you. anger, confusion, lingering desire, weariness. the weight of his body against yours is comforting in a backwards sort of way, and you find yourself relaxing back into the warmth of his touch, the solidity of his form. "hm, that's it. get some sleep, pretty girl." he coos, his voice low and saited, before trailing off into a yawn. you try to fight your own fatigue, but soon feel the warmth of sleep creeping up on you once more, your eyes growing heavy. the next morning, he'll be gone from the bed. your clothes will be righted but your panties still uncomfortably soaked through. and when he pulls you into his lap - his sister none the wiser as she scarfs down breakfast in the dining room - you don't protest that time.

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emmyrosee · 7 months ago

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Awww, I just had a cute thought, what if Yuji braids readers hair before her date with Sukuna and Yuji puts butterfly clips into her hair that goes well with her dress and Sukuna think she’s the prettiest thing in the whole wide world

I wasn’t sure if this was for toddler yuuji or not but it was sent after toddler yuuji sooooo don’t hate me if this isn’t what you meant PFFF-

NO BC YUUJI KEEPS CLOSING THE DOOR ON SUKUNA WHENEVER HE COMES IN TO ASK IF SHE'S READY BC "no, not weady"

“Okay but the reservation’s in 30-“

“Not. Weady.”

And yuuji is so focused on this task, so determined to make you look good, he’s got the tip of his tongue sticking out as his chubby fingers work in various directions and ways, clipping hair here and braiding these strands until he finally cheers and claps his tiny hands and lets you look. Your hair is braided messily, neon butterfly clips nestled in your locks and a few strands out of the braid to frame your face. For such a small boy, he definitely has paid attention to your own styling of hair. Coupled with your makeup, you feel genuinely pleased with the work his tiny hands were able to conjure.

“Awww, yuuji,” you coo, scooping him in your arms and planting a kiss to his head, making him giggle. “You did so good! You think Sukuna’s gonna like it?”

“Sukuna just wants to go!” His gruff voice yells from the other side of the door, and you snort before opening the door, watching as Sukuna’s face of annoyance turns to you, and it melts into one of awe, crimson eyes dancing over your face.

You snort and shake your head, “where’s all that big talk now, huh?”

“I…” he trails off as he lets his eyes glaze over the entirety of your being, and you watch his Adams Apple bob as you continue to beam at him. “You look… fucking beautiful.”

Yuuji gasps at the word, “‘kuna says no-no word!”

“I know, I’ll deal with him later,” you shush, putting down the small child and letting your arms loop around Sukuna’s neck, his hands settling on your waist. “Say thank you to yuuji, he worked very hard on my hair.”

But Sukuna says nothing. He still looks awestruck at you, his lips curving into a small smile of pride before he sinks his teeth into his lip. “You drive me crazy, you know that?”

“Had a hunch,” you assure with a smile. He leans down to press a kiss to your lips, and you reciprocate the affection eagerly, tightening your arms around him. You hear yuuji giggling as he watches you both kiss, and you pull away to peek down at him, leaving sukuna to keep sponging kisses along your cheeks and jawline.

“Smoochie kiss!” Yuuji croons, and you reach down to ruffle his hair happily, relishing in the warmth of your chosen family.

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mochi-mika · 2 months ago

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october 1st - dacryphilia w/ tsukki, mikey, sukuna

content warnings - swearing, degradation, slut shaming, implied unprotected sex, spanking

MDNI!

༊*·˚ kei tsukishima

"Keep your fucking mouth shut," he warned, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down your spine as his hips snapped against yours with relentless force. Each thrust hit deep, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating through your body, causing your back to arch involuntarily. The sound of skin meeting skin echoed in the dimly lit room, mingling with the heavy, labored breaths that filled the air.

You instinctively covered your mouth with one hand, stifling the moans that threatened to spill forth, while your other hand clung to his shoulder for support, your fingers digging into his warm skin. The heat radiating off his body enveloped you, intensifying the sensation of his every movement. Tears streamed down your cheeks, a mix of overwhelming pleasure and frustration, as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The sweet, intoxicating scent of his skin mingled with the faint musk of sweat, heightening your senses and making your heart race.

"Crying like if you didn't beg for this, pathetic little slut," he taunted, his breath hot and ragged against your ear, sending a thrill of electricity coursing through you. Each word dripped with disdain, yet ignited a fire deep within. The pressure built inside you, coiling tighter with every thrust, and you could feel the heat pooling low in your belly, urging you to let go.

The world around you faded into a blur, leaving only the rhythm of your bodies entwined and the delicious tension that hung in the air. Every thrust was a reminder of your surrender, a tantalizing mix of pleasure and pain that left you breathless and yearning for more, as you danced on the fine line between control and surrender.

༊*·˚ manjiro sano

"I'm s-sorry, Mikey!" you cried as another harsh slap came down on your backside. The sharp sting radiated through you, a hot pulse that contrasted with the cool air around you. Each impact felt like a jolt, igniting your skin and sending shivers down your spine.

"You know better than to act like that," he said, his voice low and steady, cutting through the tension. The warmth of his hand lingered on your skin, a reminder of the teasing glances you had exchanged earlier—the way his fingers brushed against your arm, the playful nudges that hinted at something deeper.

You squirmed, the soft fabric beneath you adding to the sensation of being utterly exposed. The scent of his cologne enveloped you, a mix of oak and musk that made your heart race. "Just admit it," he continued, his tone a blend of amusement and authority, "you loved every second of it."

A whimper escaped your lips as another slap landed, each one sharper than the last. "I-I did! But I didn’t mean to push it so far!" Your breaths came in quick gasps, the thrill of vulnerability mixing with the warmth spreading through your cheeks.

He paused, the room suddenly silent except for the sound of your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The air was thick with anticipation, almost electric. "Then let's see if you can learn your lesson," he said, the weight of his words hanging heavily in the air. You braced yourself, the world narrowing to the sensations coursing through you, both thrilling and terrifying.

༊*·˚ ryomen sukuna

"Who owns this cunt?" Sukuna growled as his stiletto nails dug into your hips, trying to ground himself. The room was hot and humid, filled with the intoxicating mix of sweat and desire. The sounds of skin against skin echoed, punctuated by the constant moans that intertwined with your ragged breaths.

"Sukuna. This is—shit. This is Sukuna's cunt," you barely managed to babble, your words slurring into the air like a spell. Every syllable was a declaration, a claim amidst the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through you.

His gaze bore into yours, predatory and possessive, as if he were trying to etch his essence into your very soul. The weight of his presence enveloped you, a heady mix of danger and allure that left your heart racing. The way his fingers dug deeper, the sharpness of his nails contrasting against your soft skin, sent shivers cascading down your spine.

"You think you can just take it, don’t you?" he hissed, his voice low and gravelly, each word laced with a challenge. The heat radiating from his body felt almost electric, crackling in the air between you. You could feel the pulse of his power, a wild force that both terrified and thrilled you.

Moans mingled with gasps as he moved, the rhythm of your bodies becoming a chaotic symphony. The world outside faded, leaving only the intoxicating intimacy of the moment. The scent of his skin, musky and primal, enveloped you, pulling you deeper into the abyss of sensation.

"You’re nothing but a vessel," he teased, the corners of his mouth curling into a smirk. But even as he spoke, his hands explored, mapping every curve and contour of your body with an urgency that belied his words.

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ivy-loves-chocolate · 1 year ago

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Note: I don’t write very often for him but imma do it religiously from now on. Oh, and I had his original form in mind while writing this hehe. If you want you can drop some suggestions in the comments or ask box. I also take commissions so check my ko-fi if you’re interested 🤗 reblogs are appreciated 💖

Pair: Ryomen Sukuna x F!Reader

✧.* He was very vocal about his attraction to you. From the moment he saw you, he told you right away that you attract him a lot.

✧.* He liked that you didn't give in to his advantages right away, and he enjoyed the mutual teasing. In fact, the more you fight back, the more he'll like you.

✧.* His approach was a combination of gentle words and praises with dirty and sexual remarks, and you never knew in what mood he was, which added to the thrill of being courted by the strongest sorcerer.

✧.* He also paid close attention to you, to the people you spoke to, to how you dressed, to how you trained, and so on.

✧.* He also got rid of competition, either by intimidating them or by simply eating them.

✧.* During the day, he'd wrap one arm around you, lean closer to your ear, and compliment your appearance in a soft tone with that smooth, seductive voice of his that made your knees weak. You blushed instantly, which didn't go unnoticed by him.

✧.* Speaking off, It was so easy for him to notice your reactions because he had four eyes. It was so easy to notice when you would be embarrassed or when you'd try so hard to hide a smirk, and he'd quickly tease you about it.

"What's the matter, Princess? Don't go all shy on me now."

✧.* After all that teasing, it was obvious you'd get into something serious.

✧.* He doesn't like to share his "belongings" with anyone else, so when he claimed you to be his, everyone knew.

✧.* You are by his side everywhere he goes. From battles to breakfast, you are close to him.

✧.* He cares a lot about aesthetics, and he gave you expensive clothes and jewellery. You walk by the side of the King of Curses, so you have to dress accordingly.

✧.* Sukuna won't call you his queen right away. You need to earn that title.

✧.* He likes to call you his princess because he sees you like one, and he spoils you a lot. You don't get to finish your request, as you immediately have the thing you desire in your palms. He will put the world at your feet if that's what you desire, and most importantly, if you earn it.

✧.* He is not that gentle in training, and he will express his disappointment if you fail to meet his expectations. He wants you to be a fast learner, despite how overwhelming the knowledge he shares can be. He'll give you scrolls and books to help you in your studying, and you'll spend days trying to comprehend the techniques and incantations. He will help you if you have questions; he is patient, but he won't forgive you if you make mistakes. He seeks only perfection from you.

✧.* This man has an insane sex drive and a lot of stamina, which makes it difficult for you to keep up.

✧.* Eye contact is important to him. Those beautiful, bright red eyes will stare at you as he does whatever he pleases with your body. His glance is full of passion and desire.

✧.* Praises you for your efforts.

"C'mon, Princess, I know you can take me.” “You are such a good girl for me.”

✧.* Having two dicks can be challenging sometimes, but he stretches you well.

✧.* His thick fingers will go in and out of your holes for hours if necessary because he knows how hard it can be to take his thick cocks.

✧.* There are a lot of combinations that can be made with his extra arms and mouth, all of which can bring you pleasure.

✧.* He absolutely loves when you say his name during sex, when his name slips out of your lips in a whisper, or when you’re no longer able to control the intensity of your tone and end up screaming his name while urging him to go faster or harder.

✧.* He likes to tease you in public. His lower arm will go down to your waist, gently massaging your flesh in an attempt to embarrass you. You’d flinch but manage to control yourself, but that won’t stop him from going further, and it won’t stop the smirk from appearing on his face.

✧.* He will grab your ass with a powerful grip, and the sudden move will make you whine.

“What’s the matter, Princess? Having a hard time focusing on your duties?” He’d whisper in your ear while lifting up your dress.

“Kinda…” You turn to face him, and once he sees your red cheeks, his smile grows wider.

His fingers are now groping your thighs as they move upwards through your core. His touch burns your skin as your desires keep growing.

“I bet this heat is so hard to control. Do you need my help?”

“Well, after all this, you might as well do something.”

He’d laugh and take you to the bedroom.

✧.* He loves when you play with his cocks. With a hand gripping your hair and his head tiled back, Sukuna will moan as he feels your mouth and tiny hands worshipping those cocks. He can thrust his hips without a warning and send that cock deep down your throat, making you tear up and gag, so you need to be prepared.

✧.* Definitely tried to put both dicks in your pussy. He spent hours trying to stretch you, but when he finally did it, it was pleasant for both of you. Not to mention the cute bulge in your lower belly that drove him insane.

✧.* He sometimes does aftercare, but only if he is in the mood and if he has spent a lot of time preparing you for some insane kinky stuff. Most of the time, he falls asleep shortly. He also snorts with both mouths.

#true form sukuna #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #sukuna x reader #sukuna x f!reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #jjk #jujutsu sukuna #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #jujutsu kaisen

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kamiversee · 6 months ago

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➶-͙˚ ༘✶ F*CK THE LIST

✧.* "SO I HAD SEX WITH ALL THOSE GUYS FOR NO REASON?"

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A continued tale after Gojo Satoru's blackmailing seemed to have much more to it than meets the eye.

[ { NEED TO KNOW } ] ➤ This is a prequel & sequel to my fic; The F*ck List.

[ { WARNINGS } ] ➤ afab!reader, explicit nsfw scenes, alcohol, college non-curse au, toxic altercations & interactions, heavy blackmail, obsession, possessiveness, hints of; stalking. kidnapping, violence, mentions of whore activities, gen z references, & above all; 18+ themes.

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader.

❥ Chapters !

|| @kamiversee || ff status; ongoing || updates; spontaneous

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visionsofmagic · 1 year ago

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✤ rougher please [yuuji + reader + sukuna] ✤

―❛ age up yuuji, pussy eating, cum eating, vessel switch, gentle, rough, harsh, humiliation, pet names, swearing, slapping, licking, biting, eating, sucking, two tongues, porn without a plot [?] • 987 words • just came into my mind & couldn't resist the urge to write. • [masterlist]

you watched how the pink hair disappeared between your thighs, leaving his black part visible more than before, after closing his sparkling eyes with excitement yet you paid attention to his tongue in your folds in the particular moment.

itadori yuuji was so good with his tongue, playing with your folds, licking all the juice your clenching pussy was making, chest raising up and down rapidly at how well he was fucking you with his hot tongue that entered inside, earning a yelp from you.

he chuckled childishly at the action, hands still holding your inner thighs, separating the legs aside so that the pink pussy of yours was wide open for him to eat out.

eyes closed, head thrown to behind only to kneel down closer to him when he began to make fucking noises that sent jolts into your slit. “mmmhh - aghhh mhh - fuc aggh! taste so gooood - shiii -“ his tongue began to go in and out in a slow yet effective rhythm. “aaagh pretty pussy - the fucking prettiest pussy!”

hand inside his hair’s folds, pulling it upwards - a source of balance to stay still after feeling so high because of his now wet tongue, leaving lewd sounds mixing with your pleases - moans and his. “yuuji!”

he chuckled once again, listening cute voices you make.

you stayed like that for a certain time before you put your legs on his wide shoulders, pushing him harder into your pussy so that his nose began to scratch the tip of your pussy - euphoric!

looking down at his face, you see him paying all his focus to enjoy the moment without hurting you.

smiling widely, you caressed his hair, making him look up around your face with his sleepy yet shining eyes. “rougher yuuji - fuuck - please please pleas - uh - oohhh -!”

you lost it when he began to work on your pussy again, only this time - it felt different and you were so high to understand the reason until he left a deep chuckle this time - the sound of it didn’t belong to yuuji, no, even the body wasn’t full of yuuji now - it was someone else’s and you see it when you look down after earning a slap on the pussy - what?

“slut,” he said, the fucking king of curses the moment you witnessed the marks on his face, eyes became four in an instant, crimson color had menace - not excitement, maybe a bit of it; lips that were covered with juice you made smirking devilishly. “the brat can’t go any rougher, but I can.”

the hands on your thighs got heavier, his grip got tighter enough to leave bruises, and the breaths you had no longer functioning.

“fuuuck!” you said, mind didn’t comprehend the situation you were in because how could it? especially after you earned another slap on the slit with the following bites. “yuu -“

a lick that took away the last brain cell from you with a slap on the thigh, “no fucking yuuji. that brat can’t do shit - not like me. did you forget whore?”

the difference hit you like a ball, yet, you showed no weakness, you just moaned his name this time when his tongue went from bottom to top until it reached the tip of the pussy, sucking the flesh as if it were the most delicious thing he can taste.

“sukuna - aggghhhh - ‘kuuna!”

he laughed at you without breaking the contact with your pussy, a hand reaching into your mouth and your messy brain couldn’t make a meaningful statement about it until the hand covered your mouth, bitter taste of the palm changed into something more - a fucking mouth of sukuna as he kept sucking, licking and eating your messed pussy.

“fucking dumb slut,” his bitter words didn’t affect you- already got used to it as you kept kissing the tongue on his palm, closing your eyes, losing yourself in the moment; a mouth kissing you, biting the lips, tongue entering into the wet mouth that leaves salvia behind whereas the other one does the same with your pussy - biting it, entering it, getting wet in sync.

already lost in paradise and hell at the same moment, your moans no longer heard, shut down by the mouth you’re kissing.

that mouth left yours, hand traveled through your body from chin to neck, breasts to abdomen ‘till it reached its final destination to join the other one by licking and leaving salvias - a few bites too, in every place it visited on your body.

no matter how much you tried to hold decency, it vanished in thin air when sukuna began to fuck you with his two tongues after putting his palm at the bottom of your pussy. “agghhhh, mmhhhh - ‘kuna, ‘is soo muuch - I - I can’ - mmmhhh - fuuagghh!”

never listened, never left, never got gentle.

he kept going only to stop when you cum hard on his tongues, dripping into them and to the floor shamelessly, screaming louder - his name was the only thing you comprehend.

leaving you there, the body already collapsed into the bed under you, he rose up on his feet, fingers collecting the last drop of your cum from the lips, disappearing inside his mouth as he licked and drank it, saying ‘hmm’.

“tasteful,” he smirked, looking at the mess he made out of you with pride. “as always, my cute little whore,” he then put his hands on your sides, kneeling down to your level, smirk still on his face as he caressed your cheeks, “would fuck you now, makin’ you paralyzed for a few days but the brat is being so noisy. it’s his time to fuck you this time, but,” he winked - oh that bastard! “the next time will be mine.”

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ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 1: 𝔈𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔤.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎. 𝚃𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙰𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛… 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚢𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙵𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜, 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗, 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛. “𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚞𝚙, 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢,” 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚕𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝.

𝚃𝚢𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙, 𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚘𝚑 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞’𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎.

𝚃𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚢𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚎𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜, 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜, 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚊𝚕.

𝙳𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝟷𝟻 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚞𝚟𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚑, 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝙽𝙿𝙲.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚞𝚙/𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎, 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚍-𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚏. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚏𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚢.

𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚍��𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚠 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐. “𝚂𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚢,” 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚢 𝚞𝚙, “𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗’.”

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 ‘𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢’ 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚞𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚗𝚝𝚒-𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐-𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕.

𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜. 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚊𝚙𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝, “𝚐𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌,” 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢. “𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔’ 𝚜𝚊𝚔𝚎,” 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎. “𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌!”

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚙 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗. 𝙰 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜-𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗-𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, "𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑?" 𝚃𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜, 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚑𝚘𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙, 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

“𝙿𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕. 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚞𝚙,” 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚞𝚜𝚔𝚢 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍, 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚍-𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚊𝚟𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍 ‘𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗.’ 𝚄𝚙 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚊 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜. 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚓𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔. 𝙿𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜, 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍… 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗? 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍.

“𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗,” 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚍. 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗'𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎.

“𝚂𝚘, 𝚞𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚊 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛?…” 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗, 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚢𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚋𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜, 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚝, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠 .

“𝚈-𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎,” 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚎𝚣𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚔𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖, 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝙲𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚋𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜— 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎. 𝚆𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚢.

𝚁𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚔𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚞𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚛.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚢 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚐 𝚣𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚋𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚓𝚘𝚋.

𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢, 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚙 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚗𝚝.

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙰𝚍𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, “𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗?”

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚘𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞? 𝚈𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚘𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚍𝚜—𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝙴𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛.

𝙼𝚢, 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗…

𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚖��𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙳𝙹 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚐𝚘𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚕𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚙 𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛.

𝙽𝚘, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙱.𝙾. 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚓𝚘𝚋 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎'𝚍 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕, 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢.

“𝙰𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝,” 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙰𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗. "𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛-𝚘𝚏-𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎.

𝙴𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍-𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎-𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚒𝚛-𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 '𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢'. 𝚂𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝. 𝚂𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝚂𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚜.

𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑, 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚢 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚒𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. "𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝. 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎." 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚒𝚌 𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚛, 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚣𝚎𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚎- 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐- 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚜.

"𝚂𝚘, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢?" 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑? 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 ��𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐? 𝙶𝚘𝚍𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚞𝚖𝚙.

"𝙿𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗' 𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐," 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜, 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚢 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚘�� 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎'𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖. 𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌.

"𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜?"

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍, 𝚑𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑. “𝙽𝚘𝚙𝚎," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 '𝚙'. "𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚗’𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚂𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎.”

𝙷𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚎𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚟𝚎 𝚐𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚍. 𝙱𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚕.

“𝚂𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚎?” 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚛. 𝙷𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚐 𝚋𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚞𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚝𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚎. 𝙷𝚎’𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚜… 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚕𝚍.

“𝙼𝚢 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢.” 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚐𝚎, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍… 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚎𝚠.

𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢.

“𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛… 𝚙𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢?” 𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗, 𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏.

𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚞𝚙, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚏𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.

“𝙲𝚊𝚝, 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗,” 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚑𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜. 𝙶𝚎𝚝 𝚊 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕.

“𝚄𝚑 𝚑𝚞𝚑… 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎’𝚜 𝚒𝚝?” 𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚎. “𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚗’𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝 𝚒𝚝, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝’𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗’,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚐𝚛𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚕𝚢. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚎.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚏, 𝚐𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚜 𝚜𝚘, 𝙷𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚊𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚍 𝚐𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 ��𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚡 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛. 𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚙 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

“𝙽𝚘 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎, 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚍. 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗’𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢,” 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚔, 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝 𝚜𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞.

𝙷𝚊𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎? 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐.

“𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢, 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚢. "𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕-𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍."

"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚍," 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙸𝚏 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚔.

𝚃𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚞𝚐 𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚙 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚍𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝-𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎-𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚛𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚂𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚞𝚙.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚙𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑. 𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚟𝚒𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚛𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚏 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚍𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚘𝚕. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚢𝚒𝚜𝚑. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎. “𝚂𝚘, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚘 𝚙𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕-𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎, 𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚐𝚒𝚐?” 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖, 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜.

𝙷𝚎 𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. “𝙽𝚊𝚑, 𝚒𝚝’𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚓𝚘𝚋. 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.” 𝙿𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚗. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚙𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚋𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚊: 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚏𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚊𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚜. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜.

𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙰 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕. 𝚂𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚍𝚞𝚕𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕.

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 ‘𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝’. 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎? 𝚆𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚗? 𝙰 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚎𝚛? 𝙰 𝚙𝚒𝚖𝚙? 𝙾𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕? “��𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜?”

"𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎," 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚋𝚒𝚝. "𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚌𝚞𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗’ 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛," 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚙.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍, 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚖.

𝚁𝚢𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜.

“𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚠, 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚗𝚘𝚠, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙷𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚊𝚣𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚙𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚢. “𝙶𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚜, 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔. 𝙾𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍.

𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚜. 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘��𝚝 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚟𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗.

𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝, 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝙱𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚒𝚝𝚎.

“𝙳𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕,” 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚑𝚒𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔– 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚕, 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙾𝚛 𝚊 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗’𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚎.

𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚕𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍– 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚊𝚒𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚍 𝚟𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚟𝚎– 𝚐𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢. “𝙰𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞,” 𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚝𝚑 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢.

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