#true form sukuna x you

[peachsayshi]

i think it’d be so cute if sukuna is napping and his son comes to put flowers in his hair 🥹

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: fluff; domestic - wc: 704

"Rai?"

You glance from room to room, your worry pinching between your brows. The two of you had just come back from the garden and while you were distracted speaking to your ladies in waiting, your son decided to scamper off with his little basket of treasures somewhere else within the palace. It takes you a few minutes until his possible whereabouts click in your head, so you turn on your heel and head towards the opposite direction.

The screen door is open, revealing the cursed king's quarters. Sukuna was fast asleep, taking his usual mid-afternoon nap. Rai is standing by his side, one hand holding his basket while the other slowly rummages through the delicate flowers inside.

Your son places a yellow flower between the blades of his father's pink hair, having already curated a small field while you've been searching for him this whole time.

Rai scrunches his nose thoughtfully, a unique little trait he does when thinking which Sukuna recently pointed out to you. He rummages through the petals and leaves, until finally pulling out a purple bloom that suited his eye. The stem is longer and thicker than the others, but you hold back a laugh watching your son directly stab the end atop the crown of his father's head.

Sukuna grimaces.

Rai huffs out a breath of disappointment, mirroring his father's disgruntled expression as he tries to plunge the flower into the roots of his scalp once again.

Sukuna groans lightly, bringing one arm to lightly wave over his head, assuming it might just be a pesky fly.

Rai pulls the flower close to his face, staring at it thoughtfully before raising his brow as an idea passes through.

He then, smartly, slides the stem through the crack behind Sukuna's ear, effectively waking up your beast from his slumber.

Sukuna's eyes flutter open, one hand reaching to swipe away his son's tiny palm but the second he feels the warmth of his skin his whole body relaxes.

"What are you doing, pest?" he murmurs, the scratch in his voice a sign of his exhaustion.

"We got flowers!" your son squeaks, the basket slipping from his hand as Sukuna scoops him up from the ground.

He stands upright - his height daunting, and your child almost a comical figure clutched against his muscular frame.

Rai brings two hands to his cheeks, "You look nice, papa!"

"I was sleeping," he pouts with frustration, noticing your presence when he tilts his head to face you.

His shoulders relax, his body angling your way as he approaches you. He shakes his hair out halfway through, a rain of flowers cascading into a trail behind his feet.

Rai whips his head furiously. "Papa, the flowers!" he exclaims, wriggling slightly to release himself.

Sukuna sighs as he crouches onto the floor, allowing Rai to gather up the flowers that fell.

"Wait, I'll put 'em back on..." his son insists.

Sukuna rolls his eyes before gazing up at you helplessly from underneath his lashes, remaining kneeled to stay on his son's level.

"Just toss it away-" he curly replies.

Rai pauses and looks down at the flowers in his hands. A few seconds register for him to comprehend his father's command, but he misunderstood the snide comment and instead through the flowers above his head like they were strings of confetti.

Sukuna facepalms, and you chuckle.

Rai giggles at both your reactions, and picks up the bruising petals and wilting stems from the ground.

Despite his withdrawn reactions, Sukuna's body responds with devotion. He makes room for his son to slot himself back into his frame, and naturally tilts his head lower so that he can stick the flowers back into his hair once again.

You inch closer to the pair, your lover instantly curling an arm around the back of your thighs to welcome you into his embrace.

"He's right," you blurt, "you do look pretty..."

"Don't start with me, brat," Sukuna teasingly responds through gritted teeth.

When Rai manages to stick the last flower back on, he seals the act by holding his father's chin and kissing him softly on the jaw.

The cursed king hums, and your heart flutters with love.

[kiwicopia]

🔞 MDNI | Kinktober: Exhibitionism 🔞

🎃 True Form!Sukuna x Fem!Concubine!Reader 🎃

TW: Jealousy, two cocks, fondling, cumflation, cum marking, belly bulge, mentions of murder, slight blood, cunnilingus (tummy tongue), reverse cowgirl position, squirting, rough riding.

tags: @stygianoir @shes-so-insane @uzxotic

Ryomen Sukuna was a lot of things. King of Curses, The Disgraced One, the strongest, a murderer, possessive… but one thing you never thought he’d be was jealous. Possessive, yes, but the man never once donned a jealous expression, until now. When he caught a servant flirting so shamelessly with you while his back was turned. You didn’t belong to that peasant. You were Sukuna’s—his little toy to do with as he pleased. Such insolence was met with a swift demise for the servant and a punishment for his little concubine.

A sharp gasp slipped out as his stomach’s tongue wiggled inside your cunt, stretching your gummy walls even further as it tasted you. One pair of arms kept your thighs apart as you sat in his lap, back pressed firmly against his chest while his hands on the other pair cupped your breasts. His thumbs rolled over your nipples, drawing a soft moan from your lips. “Master Su—.”

“Don’t speak,” he said, cutting you off from speaking. One hand left your tit and grasped your face before tilting your head back, letting your eyes meet his. “This is a punishment. You need to be taught a lesson and remember who it is you belong to.” His thumb stroked your cheek before his grip tightened a little more, causing you to whimper from the pressure. It wasn’t enough to harm you, but it certainly got his point across.

To make matters worse, he had summoned every single servant at his disposal to witness it. He was going to let them all see that you were his, and that they were not allowed to speak or touch you. His hand turned your head once more, forcing you to look out at the many eyes that watched as his tongue savored your little cunt. Your body squirmed from having an audience and the fact that your arousal trickled down onto his thighs.

His stomach’s tongue reached deeper inside of you, the tip pushing against your cervix harshly. It hurt, but you couldn’t deny how good it felt as well. A small whine broke out the second that pressure was removed, only to be replaced by a moan when the tongue roughly licked up against your clit. Your legs trembled lightly from the pleasure it gave you, and as much as you wanted to move your hips against the appendage, his arms kept you spread in place. “Master,” you moaned, drawing a smirk from the curse.

Your legs shook a little more, and your hands slid down to further the pleasure, yet you were apprehended as his other hand left your tit and gripped both of your wrists. “Ah, ah,” he tutted, his smirk broadening, “don’t you dare.” His hand tightened around your wrists, pulling another whine from your pretty lips. He wasn’t about to let you do as you pleased, oh no. This was punishment, not pleasure, and you needed to be reminded of that. The tongue then retracted back into his stomach as the arms that kept your legs spread apart lifted you just enough for the head of his cock to settle at your entrance.

Sukuna showed no mercy as his arms suddenly slammed your body down, causing you to scream out as his dick shoved its way inside your pussy. Your walls had no time to accommodate to his size, and you felt yourself clench at how full he made you feel. One hand let go of your leg and gripped your waist as he moved you up and down, forcing you to take more and more of his length every time. The hand that held your face tipped your head downward, allowing you to see the way he made your stomach bulge from his size.

It was painful with him not letting you get used to his size, and it would’ve been worse if you hadn’t already been so wet from the tongue prior. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as his thick cock bullied your little cunt, forcing you down more and more before finally bottoming out inside of you. He growled low at the tightness, marveling in the way your pussy gripped him like its life depended on it. It didn’t matter how many times he took you, your body was always the same, and it would end the same, too.

His hand moved your head again, now forcing you to look back at the peasants that watched the scene. He heard their whispers but paid no mind to them. All he was focused on was showing them that you were his. “Look at them,” he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear, “look at the way they watch you bounce on my cock.” His smirk was still plastered to his face as he relished the moment. Your eyes closed halfway as he continued moving your body up and down on his dick, building up the pleasure that slowly consumed your body. His second cock twitched, the movement causing it to rub against your clit.

Your body jolted up at the feeling, and it only made the curse hum in delight as he thought. His other hand soon let go of your other leg as it drifted down to his throbbing erection, and it wasn’t long before you felt him press it against your bundle of nerves. Pleasure shot up your body each time he brought your body down on his first cock while the second rubbed harshly against your clit. Your thighs clenched at how intense everything was for you, and the way the audience watched you did nothing to deter you from wanting to climax. You didn’t care if it was in front of them. Not when they’ve already seen you bare and taking your master’s cock like the good girl you were.

“Gonna cum,” he mumbled, “gonna fill you up and make them see.”

Your mouth hung open as you attempted to speak, but incoherent babbling was all anyone heard as he forced you to ride him so roughly. Your mind was muddled with lustful thoughts as your body clenched, a simple sign that you were fixing to cum. Sukuna knew this and his movements increased as he brought you down on his dick, shoving it further inside of you. The tip kissed your cervix harshly before bringing you down one final time. A low groan left his lips as his nails dug into your waist, drawing a little bit of blood as his first cock shot a thick load inside you. His second came shortly after, decorating part of your face, chest, stomach and thighs with thick, white ropes of seed.

It was all too much. The pressure of his first dick inside of you followed by an increase of that from him filling you up was what brought you over the edge. Your entire body shook as you unraveled, your pussy fluttering wildly and creaming all over the cock that was still inside of you. His dick caused a large stomach bulge, yet his cum added on to that. The crowd watching murmured low with one another as he marked and bred you like a bitch.

When the man lifted you up off of him, your slick and his cum seeped out of your cunt. He then lowered you back down, letting you rest against his chest as you stared at your audience with a look of being fucked out of your mind on your face. Now everyone knew you were his. They weren’t allowed to talk to you, to touch you, not even look at you, either. You belonged to Sukuna and only to Sukuna. His little toy. His little concubine.

No one would forget this day. How could they? The way your chest heaved with exhaustion, the marks on your waist from his nails, how his cum painted your body so beautifully, and the fucked out expression on your face would be burned into their memories forever.

[xxnghtclls]

„Would you still love me if I was a worm?“

You ask, while picking at the fabric of your kimono, not daring to see his reaction in the first place.

… But it‘s a question you had to ask.

Sukuna turns his head to you, making you feel his eyes on your skin and his sneer in your bones.

A soft breeze flows through the room, tickles your naked feet while you lay on the bed with him, some space between the two of you.

„How insinuating of you.“ he hisses, cocking his eyebrow.

You frown and turn to him, humming in confusion.

„Mh?“

He smacks his lips in response.

„Maybe you would be less pathetic as a worm. You wouldn‘t be able to talk.“ he sighs, closing his eyes again.

„What if I could talk though?“ you keep pushing. „What if I went just poof right now, staying the same y/n as I am now, just that I was crawling over your fingers instead of laying right next to you in this moment?“

You can see him rolling his eyes under his closed eyelids, before he opens them again and you have to suppress a giggle. Of course it‘s your favourite hobby to annoy the shit out of him.

He shifts, turning to you, his face close to yours, breathing against your face with four eyes boring into your soul.

„Princess, if you went poof like you said, turning into a slimy little worm, because I can tell that this little game of yours rails you up between your legs the more and more you keep pushing me...“ he starts whispering intimidatingly. „I would hope that your mouth would be so tiny, I couldn‘t grasp the noises coming out of it, before I rub and squeeze your slimy little figure out of fun.“

Oh his words do rail you up.

„Rub and squeeze you say?“ you breathe against his lips.

„Rub and squeeze…“ he smirks.

A pause.

„…before I might smack you through the room and watch how your slimy little body may stick to a wall like a fresh cooked noodle.“ he continues. His voice so hot, but his words so insulting.

But sometimes you like it.

You swallow your pride, as your hands wander to the bulge between his thighs. He is as railed up as you. His two dicks pulsating and growing under the touch of your hand and the sound of your cheeky little voice.

„A fresh cooked noodle huh?“ you breathe, rubbing him through his pants.

His lip twitches, before he chuckles darkly.

Sukuna‘s hand grabs your chin harshly, squeezing your cheeks and making your lips pop forward, while his eyes linger on your pretty little mouth, while his voice turns raspy from arousal.

„Yes.“

[hornyhermitry]

Eat Me, Drink Me

Word Count: ca. 5,000 Sukuna x Reader, True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: NSFW, 18+

Warning: dark, explicit, gory, filthy, violence, power dynamics, horror, porn without plot, consensual near death sexperience, monsterfucking, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration, blood, blood as lube, sukuna in chains, drinking blood, its a lot of gory fucking but its hot, in case anyone is wondering what it's like to die on his dick - this hopefully comes close // I was invited to a beheading today I thought I was a butterfly next to your flame A rush of panic and the lock has been raped This is only a game, this is only a game I see my horror mirrored in the sundown of your blank stare Eat me, drink me, this is only a game - Marilyn Manson - Eat me, Drink Me // Eat Me, Drink Me - Sukuna x Reader

Sukuna found himself in the middle of a dimly lit space, sitting on an old-fashioned wooden chair, his wrists and ankles chained to the ground. The air was hot and muggy and when he scanned the area, the ancient curse noticed candle-lit walls with all sorts of rusty chains attached and others dangling from the ceiling.

You closed the distance between you and him and put both your hands on his thighs, absentmindedly straightening his loose-fitting robe’s wrinkles with your thumbs. You leaned over him and whispered an “I’m glad you’re here.” into his ear that he met with a confident laugh and forcefully yanked at the chains, expecting them to break free so he could snap your neck in an instant.

The metal pieces rattled and bit into his flesh. Sukuna’s laugh died in his throat and he stared at you - a lowly human turned into his captor - in disbelief.

He pulled at the chains again using more strength, expecting them to rip any second, but nothing happened. The chains withstood his attempts at breaking free. Not even with cursed energy did their links budge.

“How are you...?”

You let go of his thighs. You let your thumb trace along the ink lining his jaw and confidently smiled back at his glowing red eyes.

“This is my domain, King of Curses. You have no power here.” The expression on Sukuna’s face changed into a bored dismissal.

“Isn’t this torture chamber set up a bit outdated? What are you, from the 1100s?”

He rattled his chains again for effect, not expecting much to happen this time but using the distraction to take a closer look at his surroundings and the nature of your domain.

You moved your thumb up from his jawline, carefully tracing his lips, and lingered there while you studied his eyes.

“You need to clear your mind if you want out.”

Sukuna met your gaze and after a long moment of silent contemplation and gauging your intentions, he placidly licked your thumb, the bored expression not leaving his face.

While your eyes were locked as he did so, your hardening nipples did not escape his second pair of eyes. His casual voice matched the lack of a smile on his face.

“Leave or you will die today.”

A tired half-smirk and you pulled away, walked around the chair and stopped behind his back. One hand was now resting on his right shoulder. He could hear the other hand shuffling something. On the back of your hand he could see a gloating demonic face inked into your skin, laughing at him. A snake and hieroglyphics from the book of the dead were winding around the arm out of sight. Mustering it, he mused that it was possibly connected to you curse technique. Or maybe you were just really into death. Something stirred in him.

After some clattering sounds that could have been from shaking small objects in a container behind him, he felt your breath on his neck.

“As long as you desire, be it my death or something less sinister, you will be chained here.”

There was another sound he couldn’t quite identify and then he heard you sharply inhale. Your body winced, in what he assumed to be sudden pain, behind him. Your attempt to prolong your technique backfiring did not escape his attention.

Relaxing his shoulders into your grip and leaning back into the chair, the King of Curses closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring up for show. “You’re bluffing. Your technique is not tied to desire. I can smell your fear.”

Your left hand grabbed him by his scalp and pulled his head back so you could observe the arch of his muscular neck while your right hand slid around it and pushed down the collar of his robe to reveal his defined collarbone.

“I can smell you’re rotten inside out.”

Sukuna smiled patiently, eyes closed. “I can also... smell your excitement." He leaned his neck back against your arm snaking around him. "Back in the day, women would run from me, terrified. Terrified I'd tear their flesh and bones off and feed on them alive and screaming. What strange times I’ve incarnated in.” He audibly inhaled and after a few seconds scrunched his nose in disgust. “You’re in heat.”

He pulled at his chains again. The constraints did not give in, but he felt you were briefly startled before you tightened your grip on his scalp.

“Stop it. I told you you won’t be able to free yourself.”

Your eyes were relishing the sight of his exposed neck, but when the curse opened all of his four eyes with a wide open-mouthed grin and looked up at you, his captor, he saw a flicker of doubt on your face. You noticed that he noticed and just as he sensed your heart skipping a beat, you landed a hard slap on his face.

A wolfish grin exposing sharp fangs split his face from ear to ear and his eyes widened in malicious anticipation.

“Your name, suicidal fool. I want to know who I’m carving up tonight.”

You forcefully pushed his head away from you and down onto his chest before stepping away from him.

Once again, he could hear something metallic whir in the air and then heard you catch it with your hands. Pain shot through your body when your ankle snapped as your curse technique failed and your breath turned heavy. Your gambling spell had backfired. Your heart rate increased and your growing fear permeated his nostrils. Sukuna had heard your bones crack.

When you came back into his view and stood in front of him, tucking a brazen coin into your pocket, he noticed the change in your posture. You were doing your best to hide it, but your left foot was visibly injured.

“Alright, we’re gonna have to speed this up a bit.” was what you threw at him with a lopsided half-apologetic sneer before ripping his robe open, exposing his marked and well-toned body. Your hands made quick work of your own belt and pants, with the latter awkwardly hanging around the calves as you pushed the knee of the injured leg on the little seating surface between Sukuna’s unabashedly spread legs. He was still held in place by tight chains - but for how much longer would he be? After steadying yourself on one leg by briefly holding on to his shoulders, you pulled your shirt over your head and revealed bold black ink spanning from your sternum to your belly button while your knee gently pressed against his crotch.

A minute ago, Sukuna had wondered how you pathetic mortal could ever so arrogantly assume you would get what you wanted from him, but that perfectly centered ink spread over your torso practically invited him to cut your flesh open right there and pleasure himself with your hot and wet entrails spilling out. He reconsidered your desire. The thought of wrapping your failing organs around his cock as you would watch in horror, bleeding out on him spilling his seed into your dying body, stirred up an irksome need in his groin.

When your flat hand slid along his inner thigh and over his growing dick, the feeling of his smooth, hot skin under your fingers made your breath hitch for a moment. You grabbed his wild pink mane for balance, murmuring your name into his neck.

“It's (Y/N).”

You placed your right hand between your own most sensitive spot and his and started getting to work. With your fingers gently wrapped around the base of his semi-hard on you started stroking him, closed your eyes and reveled in the sensations your strokes sent through both of you.

Sukuna’s clenched fists were firmly held in place by the now-dangerously strained chains and he smiled at you with narrowed eyes and furrowed brows. Gaze locked with yours, he exhaled into the motions of your servicing hand, musing that this should soon be your cut open throat as your decapitated head watches in its last moments alive. When he spoke, his voice was as cold as ice.

“I will kill you, (Y/N).”

“Yeah. I know.” You continued in between strokes, working both of you up, heavy breathing onto his cheek.  “What I did today was really pretty damn stupid.”  You pulled his head back a bit and looked at his four eyes, let go of your grip on his dick and mounted his thighs with your right leg. With a hopelessly crooked smile, you dragged your slippery folds along his whole length and buried your face in the curve of his neck. You were absolutely lost in the foreshadow of the pleasure you were about to draw out of the monster between your burning thighs and slowly rubbed your groin against his.  “But, you know. Now that I’m in this mess, I plan to enjoy it before it's lights out.”  You hungrily licked up his neck and face, over his smaller right eyeball and pushed your lower body down until his dick filled you up completely. He could feel how your pussy was working extra shifts right now trying to accommodate him in one go. After all, you were rather tiny and he was the King of Curses.

The King of Curses stared at you in disbelief as you breathlessly chuckled—still struggling with moving on his size—that it’s a bit disappointing to see someone with 4 eyes, 4 arms and 2 faces only have one dick.

The up-until-now tightly strained chains rattled loudly towards the ground as Sukuna let his arms relax and dangle at his sides. A wide smile split his face again and he probingly moved his hips, thighs and pelvis up, testing the alleged limits of the domain technique to see if he could shove himself deeper into you, because still, your insides had not yet adjusted to his length. His firm girthy flesh not only stretched the width of your insides but also pushed against the momentarily not so far end of your tunnel and made you groan in pain.

You let go of his shoulders and straightened your back, your hands looking for purchase on his thighs and knees behind you. He watched your face closely as he pulled back an inch and then, agonizingly slow but relentless, pushed his cock against your refusing inner muscles that were screaming at him for more time to relax and adjust. Sukuna wondered whether you were leaning back to have more room to get away from his thrusts or intentionally wanted him to have a better view of how he was penetrating you. The latter was the case, but as he found out when you told him to look at how deep inside your he is, but ultimately he didn’t care.

With your hips pushed forward, your nails digging into his knees and your upper body arched back, it was easy for him to imagine one slice to your abdomen. You rode him slowly and all he wanted was to open you up and watch himself penetrate your insides. The thought made him even harder and you gasped in pain when you felt him press against your most hidden parts, preparing to slowly impale you.

When you had steadied herself and your grip on his thighs, you gradually started meeting his thrusts and glanced down at where your bodies joined, the end of your tattoo pointing down towards his crotch. It was getting easier to glide back and forth, but Sukuna made sure each thrust hit a different spot deep inside you which made you close your eyes to let the individual pangs of pain pass through.

Your breathing was strained and your face was flushed when you looked up into the eyes of the 1000 year old King buried between your legs.

As you spoke up, your tone and your expression gave away that you were equally hurting and starving from need.

“Please fuck me up good.”

Shifting your weight onto your left arm and greedily taking in the sight of his naked body—how the strong black sigils stood out against his hard and rough muscles and guided your gaze down— you started grinding yourself hard against Sukuna. The cruel deity tattooed onto the back of your right hand caught his attention again—he knew this many-armed goddess of death well. She seemingly came to life, her twitching tongue mocking him under quickly flexing tendons when you pleasured yourself with your own fingers eagerly rubbing your clit.

Time was running out and your cursed gamble would end any minute now. You were very aware of it and the urgency of getting off before the murderous demon would snap your neck spurred you on.

Maybe it would even be painless and you’d climax just the moment he’d break free. It made your head spin that you were coming apart on a centuries old omnipotent god’s lap. The thought of maybe being the only human to ever experience this sensation made your pussy clamp down hard on him and you bit your lip.

Sukuna’s wide grin faded out and changed into a more subdued and cold smirk. He had stopped thrusting into you and instead watched you work your naked self into a state of ecstasy on his dick. Your grinding turned into slamming as you audibly grew wetter and strained groans turned into desperate moans.

A whisper fell between the two of you. "If only you knew how wet your cunt will be once I have it drenched in your own blood." Your clenching paired with a needy whimper fed the hunger in Sukuna’s groin and made him involuntarily twitch deep inside of you. You were a mortal woman purposely flirting with death and if death is what you wanted, he would give it to you. No one knew how to snuff out a human like him. He didn’t even have to wait until he was free of his chains.

A sharp pain pierced your insides and you cried out. Eyes wide in shock, you searched his disdainful face for an explanation, but found none. Instead, a new bolt of pain shot through you and it was so caustic, so uncomfortably deep inside, that it made tears well up in your eyes. The icy sneer on Sukuna’s face sent shivers down your spine and a sharp wave of pain momentarily paralyzed you when you realized Sukuna’s other mouth had wandered to his dick and sunk his fangs into your cervix. You bit your lip in horror as you felt it push its tongue into it. In a knee-jerk reaction, you tried to pull away from Sukuna’s lap and ripped at your own insides in the process. You gasped in breathless pain from the feeling of his teeth tearing at your cervix and leaned against Sukuna’s chest in an attempt to calm yourself with slow, deep breaths and force down the tears. When you peeked past his shoulder you saw the chains on the walls flicker. Time was up. Suddenly you felt nauseous. The temperature dropped. The hair on your skin stood up. A moldy taste filled your mouth. Your insides tightened, driving the teeth further into them and your toes curled up. You felt a hot breath next to your right ear and fear spread in your chest. With an ill feeling of nauseating needle pricks flooding the inside of your mouth, you turned your head. Sukuna’s face was right there and you flinched at the manic expression. Half of his face was bare teeth in a distorted grin, the other half was wide open eyes, with contracted fiery red pupils fixated on you.

“Let’s have some fun, stupid.”

Sukuna’s eyes widened even further in glee as the chains fell off his wrists and ankles and he was free. Time to play with his prey.

Your ears rang with the sound of metal crashing onto stone. The noise was disorienting and you couldn’t focus your eyes. Sukuna’s hands grabbed your thighs. Sukuna’s hands grabbed your neck. Sukuna’s hands violently pulled at your hair, jerking your head to the side. The pain inside you stopped but the relief was short-lived and immediately washed away by sickness dancing in your stomach. The room spun around you and you felt dizzy. Was he lifting you up? Tossing you? The next thing you felt was blunt pain when your back crashed into something solid. Pressing your thumb and index finger against the side of your nose to bring the focus back, you looked up and wished you hadn’t.

Towering over you stood Ryomen Sukuna in his full form, the open robe hanging down his sides and four arms framing his tall, bulky stature. With one left hand he combed his hair back. One right hand was lazily tugging at his blood-dripping erection, and the other two hands were generously flexing their fingers to get rid of the tingly feeling the chains had left. His face was split into two and with all four eyes he voraciously observed the volatile jujutsu aura surrounding you in front of him. With his burning eyes locked onto you, he had you trapped between his body and the wall behind you, naked and bleeding, at his mercy. The short-lived domain, your injuries and that aura around you blazing like a brushfire one second and nearly dying away the other - it all fell into place for him.

“I see what you are, foolish sorceress. You can gamble with curse energy to shape reality and your technique to contain me in a fake domain somehow pulled through. Were you trying to imprison me? Lock me away? Kill me?”

With each question the pitch of his voice went lower until the final question came out as an amused growl.

You stared up at him, your chest rising and falling a few times before you replied.

“You turn me on.”

There it was again. That spark of unexpected excitement chased through Sukuna’s chest and made him snicker through his fangs.

“Your spirit intrigues me,” he said, his voice permeated by a gleeful giggle. “In that case, let’s find out how lucky you and your jujutsu are today.”

He brought his unoccupied hands into position and pressed his fingers together—two eyes open, two eyes cruelly winking at his victim.  “Domain Expansion. Malevolent Shrine”. Your surroundings sped away as he uttered the words. A sinister temple gate rose up behind him and then you were surrounded by darkness.

Comfortably seated on a giant pile of skulls stacked up in front of the temple gate, Sukuna was observing how you looked around in the dark, disoriented, and leaned back into a generous backrest made from a giant shoulder blade. His insides were tingling in anticipation of what was to come.

On the one hand, you deserved to suffer before he would kill you for the insolence of attempting to trap him. On the other hand, his lower body also craved to explore your desire for his violence. The thought of abusing you on the bones of your mortal predecessors before he would make your one more skull cementing his throne brought him joy. It had been a while since he last took his time to spill his seed into a human. Above all, a willing one and not one sacrificed to him. A small mouth appeared in the palm of his hand and licked some of the drying blood off the softening flesh between his legs. Humans could only taste the metallic note of blood, but Sukuna could taste the actual person contained in the blood. He hummed to himself and relished the taste. Guilt. Willfulness. Hunger. A disdain for life which he couldn’t quite pin down. An intoxicating flavor profile that made his blood rise. He wanted more and it was audible in his deep, sensual voice.

“If you make it to me in time, I will consume your body just the way your filthy soul craves, (Y/N).”

When his words cut through the darkness, torches lit up left and right to his throne of mortal remains and allowed you to see.

There was a notable distance between you and he was looking down on you in a way truly befitting for a King. You felt infinitely small under his smug red eyes, but also elevated and fueled by his challenge.

Just as you took a step and were about to ask about the time, you were stopped in your tracks by another wave of dizziness that hit you. Your balance was completely off and the words didn’t come. Then you felt it. Something warm was coming down your throat and your eyes widened in horror as the realization settled in. Grasping at your neck and stumbling forward with wide, painful gasps for breath, you looked up at Sukuna who licked his lips and rested his head on his right arm. “Tick, tock.”

The blood you gurgled ran down your soft breasts and he took his time enjoying the view while your eyes were racing around the room, probably in sync with your thoughts.

You were able to figure this out, you told yourself. 'Stop panicking. You have 30 safe seconds to fix this. Walk. Slowly. Ignore the dizziness. Don’t look down. Think. Your heart is beating too fast. Calm down.' You couldn't help your thoughts running wild in panick and excitement. 'He looks delicious in this light. Will he really fuck me. I want to die on him. I want his cock so deep in me I’ll throw up from it. Stop. Focus. Calm down. Just a few more steps and then climb up the skulls. Hold tight. Yes, that. Hold. Tight.'

With both hands you firmly applied pressure to your throat to slow down the blood loss. Sukuna watched as you limped forward, chest rising and falling slower than before. The blood pouring out of your slit throat trickled down your body, over your thighs and dripped into the pool of blood you were wading through. With your bloody thumb, you flipped the coin hoping to at least stop the bleeding. The horror on your face disappeared and was replaced by determination and relief. Heads. You weren't powerful enough to fully heal yourself with a reverse technique, but you successfully gambled to redirect and seal the flow of your curse energy so you could control your blood pressure just enough to avoid losing more.

The voice Sukuna spoke with was deep and evocative, resonating with a need between your legs that made your knees weak. The terrifying wave of power that hit you in the aftermath was like a bat smashing your face and knees and you collapsed onto the ground.

“Crawl on your knees, like the vermin you are.”

The impact made you splutter blood from your mouth and neck despite the protective spell and you felt lightheaded. Everything seemed a bit distanced, as if you were Sukuna watching yourself creeping towards him. For both of you it was hard to say how long it took - five seconds or 5 minutes - you were mesmerized by the unfolding events, but between subdued fits of blood coughing, you made it through the lake of blood ready to swallow you up. As you reached the edge of the piled up skulls, you proceeded to pull yourself up by the skull horns, leaving a bloody trail where you dragged yourself across the bones.

Just as your right hand grabbed the skull next to Sukuna’s right foot, a wave of disproportional euphoria washed over you and he witnessed a very strange sound emerge from your open throat. He leaned forward with a raised eyebrow, the smug smile nearly reaching from ear to ear. “Was that miserable sound a laugh?”

As a response, you looked up at him and nodded while repeating the gurgling sound, this time louder and with a wide open mouth, the happy grin tainted by the blood covering your teeth. That combination sent his arousal on a roller-coaster ride from his tattooed chest down to his naked groin and did an extra loop at his lower stomach. In a swift motion, he impatiently pulled you up and onto his lap. Two of his arms kept you from falling off of him. Your body was sweating profusely and shaking erratically. You tilted your head and looked at him, your face still a euphoric grimace. The heat between your blood-drenched thighs was waiting for him and as your body was caught in another brief shaking fit from the blood loss that made your nipples delightfully hard, he felt how you needily pressed your groin against his. A few strands of hair had fallen over your face and hung in the bloody spit at the corner of your mouth. He pushed them back to get a good view of your piercing eyes and reciprocated your borderline lunatic anticipation. Rubbing his returning hard on against the puffy lips between your legs, he was pleased to feel that your insides were bleeding enough to skip the foreplay.

“I will satisfy your cravings, mortal. But I won’t tell you to not be frightened. You will also satisfy mine.”

Eagerly he pushed into you and grabbed you by your open neck with one giant hand, at both sides of your ass with another two and pushed your lips apart with a long sharp fingernail of the last one. Holding your body firmly in place, he moved you up and down on his dick a few times, relishing the wet and warm sensation of your spasming and bleeding muscles, until he had you in the right position to comfortably slam against that special spot inside of you. Under his hard thrusts and his unsympathetic grin, your eyes widened in shock - at how good he made your feel. The slow but rough way he hit that hard spongy tissue inside of you again and again turned your body and your desire into a windup toy wrapping tighter and tighter around his cock. Each time he slammed into you, you jerked on his lap and firmly pressed your open neck against his strong hand, nestling into his chokehold on you. He could feel you twitching around him—how you were approaching the high you chased—but he was hungry for more of your taste. Sukuna wanted to push you towards your breaking point, but also to consume you. His little additional mouth appeared on his crotch and between excruciatingly slowed down thrusts that stretched your hole to its limit, he started to suck violently on your clit. The sensations made you practically jump on his dick and you started whimpering under his actions. You were losing control of yourself, unable to focus on reliably keeping up the technique to stop the bleeding in the pleasure Sukuna forced on you, and he willingly drank from the blood pouring out of your neck again.

Some of it ran down your body, trickling down your sides and back and you couldn’t tell anymore what was sweat and what was blood running down your spine.

Unable to talk, stuck in limbo between life and death and going mad with pleasure, you were putty in Sukuna’s hands. So this was what it felt like to have your entire being broken apart by the King of Curses. It was wilder than what you had hoped for and the thrill of it was burning up your soul. Your mind couldn’t comprehend what you had done to deserve this, but then again the fatality of it was exactly what you deserved after all that you had done in your life. Your body was falling apart and yet you had never felt higher or more complete.

Sukuna enjoyed tasting these thoughts in your blood. It fueled him to feel how you drank up his unique mixture of death with such lust that set your core on fire, but you still weren’t broken enough for his liking. And he still had a misconception to fix.

With the huge middle and index finger of the hand on your lips, he sliced your tongue open and pushed deep down into your throat to make you gag until his fingers were sufficiently coated with your saliva and blood. His lips brushed your earlobe and his slicked up fingers wandered down your back and caressed your spread cheeks. Then he pushed his lubed fingers into the one place he hadn’t assaulted yet and more pain mixed into the pleasure his unnaturally big cock and his second mouth were already giving you. The sudden change of sensations made you gag on the blood in your throat even more. His thick, long fingers not only worked your defiant muscles but also ripped flesh open in the process. Quivering with anticipation, an unstable giggle was mixed into his words when he pulled his fingers back out and briefly lifted you up. “You’re gonna like this one.”

Before you had time to fully catch up, thoughts racing through a maze of pleasure, cursed energy and pain, Sukuna pushed both his dicks into your orifices and bottomed out at an erratic pace.

Now his giant hand wrapped tight around your neck and choked you with an iron grip so draining, it also served to hold you in place to take his deep thrusts without a way out. The two hands holding your thighs clawed at your skin to pull your violated holes even further apart. Your limp body was shaking from exertion and pleasure and your head was spinning out of control. Your thoughts were falling through a burning vertigo with no end.

A high-pitched wheezing came out of your windpipe and you grabbed onto Sukuna’s hair to ground yourself in a physical reality beyond the sensations he made your capitulate to. You tried to look into his eyes but were unable to keep yours open under his domineering movements. He started sucking and licking at your yearning clit again, while his two cocks pitilessly fucked into your overstimulated and hurting openings. He worked your aching body into madness. A sharp fingernail traced down your neck and playfully ripped at the flap of open skin on your neck. Sukuna savored how you winced at the sensation and your overstretched holes tightened around both his cocks while he drank more of your blood.

Pleased with your taste full of willful guilt and pleasure, he let his hand slide down to your right breast and gently scratched across the tender skin. You couldn’t make any proper sounds anymore other than animalistic grunts and gurgles and your muscles were contracting faster and more violently around him, but you reacted to his touch and arched your back to put your lusciously blood-covered breasts on better display for him.

Sukuna took note of both your responsiveness and your oncoming climax and hummed into your ear.

“Now we get to the frightening part. Shame you can’t scream anymore.”

With that, he started aggressively pounding into your and a searing pain shot through your chest. His sharp fingernails had pushed deep into your rib cage and his fingers were closing around your heart. The preservation technique was completely futile against this. Your life had been hanging on a very thin thread those past few minutes and relied on the blood you still had left. Sukuna's strong fingers squeezed your heart so violently with each of his deep and greedy thrusts into your cavities that blood squirted out of your mouth and covered both of your bodies in a crimson stream that started pooling between your legs. Hideous gasps for air echoed through the domain and grew louder with every impossible breath. Your body went into overdrive. You were burning up. He was draining you. Draining your sanity, draining your blood and draining your life. Sweat started coming out of every pore. The lightheadedness was getting worse, the nausea was back and yet your whole world was spinning in pleasure and pain so intense, something in your head snapped. Terror and pleasure. Death throes or an infinite climax. Your heart fought against his merciless fingers and lost. Pleasure washed over you as reality sped away. Your body spasmed violently on his and it took only a few more thrusts for Sukuna to shoot his seed into your dying body. All your muscles from neck to stomach to legs contracted around him in a wretched last act of rebellion against the inevitable and milked his lust to the last drop.

Your strengthless fingers let go of his hair and your arms fell to your sides. Sukuna watched exhausted as you slumped into his arms.

Muttering to himself, he pushed you off his lap and stood up to stretch his legs and tie his open robe back up. Your body slid down the pile of skulls and came to a halt midway. The curse energy surrounding your body cast a weak, subsiding light onto the bones around you. Stepping down from his throne, Sukuna produced a brazen coin from his pocket. After a few seconds of contemplation, he squatted down next to your motionless body, slapped your face and put the coin in your hand. For a brief moment, your curse energy flickered with a ghostly shimmer.

“Flip it. If you‘re fortunate you‘ll get to live for another round.” - written by Jisatsu777 // HornyHermitry, April 2021 Also on AO3

[m0ch1nut]

I love villains as they are. Fuck the "I can change him" trope, I don't want to. I love every inch of vile, evil corruption that consumes their damned souls.

Yes, this is my way of saying I'm writing a small true form Sukuna series,

and he's horrifyingly evil in this one.

(pt. 1 linked here)

[ravencat-art]

True form sukuna giving a stomach cream glaze twice as much.

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Had to triple blur it lets see if it stays up again

[retiredteabag]

Sukuna assimilating to you

Synopsis: After discovering that Sukuna has been wide awake every time you nap together, you become embarrassed around him.

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It is a scientific fact that when we are around people we love and trust, while in a healthy relationship, the release of oxytocin makes us sleepy.

Sukuna does not need sleep. He is the king of curses, able to continuously use his technique without ever becoming exhausted. When you first suggested that his chambers were "perfect for napping", he had simply raised a brow and considered what that could possibly mean.

You are like a weak creature to him. A kitten or perhaps a rabbit. And since you are never safer than when you are in his presence, you frequently find yourself growing sleepy when you are around him.

Throughout your strange relationship with the king, something that you loved most, is that there never needs to be words exchanged between the two of you. You were both contented to sit in silence. Frequently dozing off together, or so you thought.

You caught on eventually, that he was always awake before you. That his breathing pattern never really changed. That his face never relaxed more than it would if he had simply been sitting with his eyes closed.

One morning, after having stayed the night sleeping, you mumbled to him, "How is it you're always awake before I?"

He rose a brow at you, his upper set of eyes were looking into yours, the lower staring at how you lay across his bed sheets.

"I do not know your meaning." He grumbled out.

You huffed, rolling your eyes. "You never sleep in longer than I do, one day I would like to wake up before you."

"I never sleep at all." He stated before you had even really finished your sentace.

"What?" Your breathy outburst echoed slightly in his bed chamber, "What do you mean you don't sleep?"

"I do not require such things." He turned his torso now toward you, all four eyes studying your face, you had quickly sprung up, seemingly miffed.

"So... so all this time, you've just been... laying there while I've been sleeping?"

"I suppose I have, I do not see how this matters in the slightest." "It matters because I've been... It's just been a big waste of time for you. Sukuna you should have said something." You're upset, he can tell. Your face is scrunched up, your blood is pounding in your veins. Sukuna, however, does not know what to say in this situation.

In all honesty, he figured you knew and were just including him. Did you really think he was that weak? Or could you simply not conceive of a restless existence? Whatever the answer, he had no response for you, expecting a shrug of the shoulders- you he would discover, would not so easily let go of things.

And how humiliated you were. How many HOURS had you spent sleeping with him, within his grasp, in his space for him to have been conscious the whole time? You tried thinking back, attempting to recall a time you had requested a nap when he was uninterested.

He had never uttered a word about it. Never turned you down. Sukuna was not a kind king, he rarely ever did things that were not out of necessity, and he certainly did not do things he didn't like. That, at least, was consolation. You knew he had not been suffering for your sake, but even so, it was embarrassing.

Sukuna, still, could not understand your sheepishness about the subject. He did not care to explain that time works differently for him, that his mind is not so simple as yours and does not require entertainment all the time, that he could sit still for years and not be bothered, and frequently did before you came along.

He assumed you would get over it quickly. In your time as well as his. But days passed and he rarely saw you. You took your dinner with other people of the palace and spoke with him in the most cordial manner. One night, he informed Uraume that they needed to prepare a dish suited for you, something that would entice you, and serve it to him.

He figured this would bring you crawling back to him, tail between your legs. Yet, you did not budge.

Odd.

You were wallowing. You knew it. He did not care to spend time, what? Watching you sleep? Of course, he wouldn't, but it hurt your pride, to know you had been taking up such huge chunks of time lazing about in his presence. Well, not anymore. You slept in your chamber and your chamber alone. Gone were the days of blankets on the engawa, gone were the days of resting beneath the kotatsu while laying your head in his lap, gone were the days of sharing his bed.

If ever he wished for someone to share his bed, he had a whole cast of concubines, though you knew they were never of any use to him, they were mostly just house staff with a fancy title.

The evening he finally decided enough was enough, you were in the washhouse doing laundry.

Your back was arched over a bin full of soapy water. Your hands working tirelessly on some cloth.

"Have you not circumvented me enough?" He spoke in a low and slow tone.

"Lord Sukuna." You bowed, clothing in your hands, suds up your forearms, you bent your neck as to not look at him.

"You will reply now." He raised a brow, watching your hands quietly splash in the washbin.

"Was there something you would like me to assist to?" You questioned. Your head was full of possible reasons for what the king meant by seeking you out personally.

"Do you believe that by not sleeping in my presence I would come to believe you do not require rest?" He spoke in an unserious tone, eyes unblinking.

"No, my lord." Now what was he playing at? Of course that wasn't your intention.

"Then you hide yourself from me because you no longer have time for your king, I suppose." He mused.

Oh, for heaven's sake, "No, my lord."

"I see," He bent down to look you dead in the eyes, "So, you must no longer crave my occupancy of your space. You must not desire my hand running through your hair? I suppose you have tired of staying in my chambers?" His tone remained deep but his eyes were dead serious now.

"I-" You began, but suddenly you felt the urge to cough, swallowing you tried again, "I wished not to preoccupy so much of your time."

"And you made this decision without enlightening your king."

You said nothing.

"You will eat with me tonight, you shall stay in my chambers henceforth." He rose in record speed, turning without a second glance your way, maids were staring wide-eyed at the king of curses as he halted at the entrance of the washhouse. You could not see, but there was finality in his voice.

"I wish not to waste-" You were cut off by Sukunas voice, his broad back still facing you.

"Your wishes do not interest me now, so it seems. It is my wish for you to spend your time with me." His steps resounded through the compound, your face slack.

The maids smirked, and with shocked faces, side-eyed one another. A couple entered the washhouse giving you big open-mouthed smiles, and patted your shoulder as they passed.

That night Uraume made something you would go on to beg them to make for years to come. And when Sukuna pulled you prone from your seated position on his bed, he took a firm fingertip and stroked the space between your eyes, one of his enormous hands encircling your skull and massaging your temples with his thumb and ring fingers. He traced the bridge of your nose to your forehead, the way you would stroke a cat.

Perhaps he thought this would induce drowsiness but all it did was make you feel all floaty inside at his silliness.

And for the first time since that night, you slept alongside him. Within his embrace, and when you awoke, Sukuna's eyes were closed.

[gamblersdoll]

true form! sukuna can sense when you’re ovulating or when that time is coming.

and quite frankly, he loved both of those times. just a waiting game for him, seeing how long you can remain with this whole “fuck me , my period is coming soon if you dont” charade and it makes him chuckle, because a period doesnt stop shit for him. hell, it was common in the heian era.

however, he guesses that he can be a little less rough with you on your period. the heavy flows, the meanest cramps, fat and tender breasts, you feel everything for the next five or eight days. and because he is a man, he allows you to cling to him and he doesn’t get mad at that..

youre more focused on the cramps in your uterus and ass to focus on his heart beating faster, or when he shifts from uncomfortable to comfortable.

“uruame.” he beckons, a figure then coming out from the shadows of the corner in the room. “fetch her a heating pad, now.” and they only nod, leaving as soon as they walked in.

“you didnt have to do that..” you groan out, being tucked away in his arms and he scoffs. “what?”

“are you ungrateful, woman?” he asked, eyes flickering to you and a scowl on his face. “i dont have to do shit for you.”

“.. i am grateful, ryo.” you scoff back, not in the mood nor having the strength to argue.

“okay then,” he continues to rub circles in your back, a subconscious feeling that he loved when it came to feeling depths in your bones. they were smaller than his, you were smaller than him.

just shut up and let him be a man to take care of you.

[slvttyplum]

sukuna loved when you were scared, shaken up but still able to cum all over his dick. he made sure to shake up those nerves every chance he got, and a good way to do that was to let you run while he chased you down.

holding you tight as his mouth attacked your neck, licking from one point to the other, his arm tight around your waist, licking his way to your ear, making sure you could hear him well enough.

"when i let go, i want you to run." those words that left you shaken every time, your heart racing. his grip around you loosening, your legs wasting no time as you start to run through the house.

he always gave you a little bit of a head start; hearing the sound of your footsteps made his dick hard. he loved it so much; it turned him on in ways nothing else could, especially the thrill he got from catching you.

tossing you over his shoulder and wasting no time to devour you, wanting to do it all over again. you were good at hiding; each time you got better and better, and he didn't know how, ducking under cabinets and keeping your breath steady.

he found you each and every time, pretending not to know where you were, keeping his footsteps steady approaching the spots you were hiding, getting off on how easy it is to find you, and snatching you up from the spot.

"how do you want to do this? want me to fuck you right here?" crouching down to your level, hovering over you, this was the part you loved, getting caught by him and fucked until you couldn't take it.

most of the time you were hiding, which gave you time to recollect yourself, and the other times he didn't give you the chance to hide; he wanted to see the fear on your face in real time.

screaming when he catches you, roughing you up and dragging you into the bedroom. its not like he wanted you to fear him, but he knew you felt at ease with him, but still, it was scary if anyone was chasing you down.

the dick after getting chased down felt even better; the both of you loved the sex after. it was intense, stuffing you deep with his hand around your neck, grunting about how good you felt as his speed increased.

sukuna was never going to give up the chance of chasing you.

[chuulyssa]

it's not sukuna's fault you're so irresistible

smut nsfw mdni

aghhhh trueform!sukuna kissing you so hard, a hand caressing your face, another behind your head to press you further into the kiss, and the other two resting protectively on your hips and waist to hold you in place. so romantic, you didn't ever think the king of curses had a side so innocent to him.

trueform!sukuna who likes using his body to bring you and ultimately himself the max amount of pleasure he can derive with it. the hands on your hips slowly slide down, one to your ass and the other inside your panties. he then switches from calmly kissing you to fucking you with his fingers, and it's so sudden, you can't even comprehend the fingers inside your cute cunt.

trueform!sukuna who purposely conjures a mouth on the hand inside your panties, so when he slips his fingers inside you, he can simultaneously eat you out relentlessly while making out with you romantically. and you're so dazed, all you feel is fucking pleasure. loads of it. but too much of anything is bad, right?

trueform!sukuna whose foreplays are just another synonym for torture. his mouth(s) licking and sucking on every part of your body, hands holding you firmly in place so you can't even move away, or hit his chest, or kick him, or even beg for his cock. all you can do is wait till when he gets satisfied enough to give time for his own pleasure, and you slowly edge towards your 5th orgasm of the night.

trueform!sukuna who just can't wait to explore every inch of your body with his hands, and of course, mouth(s). by the time he's done with just the prep, you're already overstimulated, and he would have felt sorry that you had to take his dick in as well now after all that torture. all the while you don't understand how a simple kiss turned into dirty sex.

but he's just the king of curses a boy 🎀

© chuulyssa 2024 - do not copy, plagiarize or repost my works on any platforms. do not translate.

[phantasmique]

I will never apologize for the person I will become when his true form gets animated

Top images belong to aiiana_00 on Instagram, bottom images 0aicha.dl on Instagram

[xxnghtclls]

Permission

Chapter 45

(Chapter 44; Chapter 46)

True Form Sukuna x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warning: Graphic Depiction Of Violence

Please see Chapter 1 for tags!

Abyss

Your question fills the room, as you hear him biting into a finger.

He turns to you and eyes you up and down, before he pokes his tongue between his teeth and smacks his lips.

“Not here.” he responds carelessly.

Crack.

“I wish she would’ve waited for me.” you say in thought, as you walk to his door and take a peek outside, hoping to catch her walking down the halls.

No one is there. Only those quiet halls are staring back at you. Empty and bleak, as if nobody ever walked through it.

A lightning brightens up the walls. Still empty.

And suddenly the weird feeling from earlier grows in your stomach, as you remember.

She had to go to the kitchen to get his dinner… after Sayako’s punishment.

Crack.

A rumble.

Something isn’t right.

His eyes bore into your figure and as you turn back around, something suddenly catches your eye. Something on the cart’s handle. You squint your eyes, as you notice red smear on its right side. Moving closer, your heartbeat quickens. Leaning in, you touch it with your fingertip. You blink and you start feel nauseous, as the smear and lints stick to your finger and you realise it’s…

blood.

“My King?” you call him in worry and your breath quickens, as you look back to him, showing him your stained finger.

His upper pair of eyes focus on your finger, while the bottom pair stays on you. Staying silent, he keeps chewing, before his upper pair jump back to your eyes again.

No reaction.

And you get scared.

“Talk to me. Please.” you beg, your eyes grow wet while you turn back around. “Where is she? Did you order Uraume to take her-?”

The anxiety doesn’t even let you complete your question, as you open the chamber door another time and look into the halls again.

No one.

And no answer.

You keep staring into the emptiness of the hall, your mind running circles.

The handle never caught blood from the plates before and if she was wounded, she would’ve stayed here. Of course she would’ve stayed here. Waiting for me. Where’s she? And blood? Blood?? Only the right side of the handle. Lints. Traces of bandages? Could it have been…

Sa-?

Your heart beats in your throat and a chill comes over you, as you turn back and stomp to Sukuna.

“Who brought this cart?-” you raise your voice at him, but get interrupted, as your eyes finally take a glance at the plates on the cart.

Your heart almost stops beating and Sukuna… stays silent.

Four red eyes keep boring into you, as you try to swallow down a panic attack from the sight in front of you, panting in shock and anxiety, as you see the plates.

Just now you see them. Not having paid attention to them earlier, because you have seen the bits and pieces oh so many times. Not thinking of anything unusual, because most of them contain the usual. A heart. Fingers. Slaps of meat.

All except for one plate. The plate which sight makes you want to scream.

A plate with a tongue.

Bloody. Bright red. Fresh.

Cut. off.

No! No No NoNo!

Your mind short circuits and you burst through the door, sprinting through the halls. Pulse rising and beating in your throat and you feel nauseous, hoping what you fear isn‘t true.

Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap Tap

Around the corner.

Please.

TapTapTapTapTapTap

A rumble.

You run faster and before you can reach the next doors, they fall open.

Akiko, being pushed harshly through the doors, stumbles in your direction, her eyes ripped open wide in panic and shock, as a river of blood flows down her chin, neck and her kimono.

„AKIKO!“ you scream, before both of you collide, making her collapse in your arms. Akiko‘s weight pulls you to the ground.

You hear a devious giggle and you look up, seeing Sayako’s grin being lit up by the lightning from outside, waving at you with her right hand, bloody bandages covering her wounds and amputated finger, before the doors fall shut. Looking back down to Akiko laying in your arms, you panic.

„No! No No NoNoNo!!!“ you cry.

Unable to talk, Akiko pulls at your sleeves in agony, as her panicked eyes fill with tears. Dark bruises on her face from whatever they’ve done to her.

Another lightning.

The crimson blood keeps pooling in her mouth, the sight makes you want to scream in horror. A panic you’ve never felt before and you’re remembered of what this place truly is.

What can I do? What can I do?

You feel so helpless.

„No!“ you try to pull her up back to her feet, want to drag her to Sukuna, want him to heal her, so that you can throw her out of this shithole of a shrine. Make her forget you and you forget her. Make her forget she ever had to call something like you her Lady. Make yourself forget her little talks and smiles and meals and how nice she was to you.

She didn’t deserve to get to know me.

And I definitely didn’t deserve to get to know her.

Your guilt ridden mind repels any kindness to yourself, as you try to hoist her back on her feet.

But she can‘t.

Another rumble.

Akiko collapses again, her force on your sleeves pulls you back down with her. She starts to choke on her own blood, starts to cough violently. Her eyes fill with red, making her blue orbs drown into a red lake of her own blood. You tremble, the panic overcomes you and you freeze. Tears of shock and agony drip down onto her bleeding face.

“Shhh Shhh shhh!” you desperately try to calm her, holding her face, but she keeps struggling, keeps coughing, blood hits your face.

And you know she’s going to die. Right here, right now.

„I‘m so sorry! I’m so sorry!“ you whimper quietly.

Akiko shakes and twitches in your helpless arms, gasps for air and groans voicelessly. Her nails dig into the sleeves of your kimono, so tight, you think you can hear the fabric slowly ripping.

And there is nothing you can do.

“I’m here, I’m here. I’m so sorry!” you keep whispering and crying.

You press your eyes shut, hoping it is just a nightmare that you can wake up from. She twitches and twitches.

It’s just a nightmare.

And she stops.

It’s just a nightmare.

A pause.

Thunder.

Followed by silence.

Your open your eyes, see Akiko motionless in front of you. Until another lightning lights up her face.

Lifeless.

Your eyes widen in terror, as you see her empty eyes staring back at you, pain and suffering still noticeable in them. The blue abyss in the middle of her bloodshot eyes. Only traces of the blonde colour of her hair are left between the crimson massacre. Your shaking hand moves a strand of her hair out of her face, as you start weeping.

And your heart hurts. Hurts so, so much. Like it’s being ripped out of your body with an unearthly force.

And it burns. Burns so so much. With the fire of rage and hate. It’s eating you up, your brain and soul. You tense up and your whole body starts shaking. Clenching your jaw, you look to the door you saw Sayako’s ugly shitface giggling at you just moments ago. Your thighs are ready to make you jump on your feet again, but-

No!

I can’t leave her here.

I gotta bring her to Sukuna.

Maybe he can…

You swallow your pain and rage for a moment longer and stand up. Crouching down behind her, you carefully put your arms under hers. Then, you take everything you have in you and hoist her up, pressing her shoulders tight against your chest.

And then you take a step.

And another.

Another.

It takes all your strength to drag her lifeless body across the hall. Every step you take, makes the pain more unbearable, makes the rage more evident.

I should‘ve told her. I should‘ve told her.

To leave this place.

This gruesome place.

Full of blood and death and corpses.

Step by step.

And I knew.

It’s no place for her.

Holding on so tight.

Heavy.

I knew.

The distance to his chambers seems so long. Longer and longer and the weight of agony and guilt slows you down with every step you take.

Slowly, you reach his door, it’s still open. You drag her inside and look over your shoulder, seeing Sukuna sitting in his armchair, his legs crossed and his face leaned on his fist, almost as if he’s waiting. His eyes widen as soon as he sees you.

“My King!” you call desperately, as you try to turn around. Loosing balance, you collapse in front of him. Akiko‘s body slams on the floor right next to you. The loud muffled sound is unbearable in your ears.

„Please heal her!“ you beg, exhausted, while looking at her corpse. Her empty eyes still staring into the void.

He doesn‘t answer.

And his silence starts pissing you off.

„Sukuna!“ you shout, as you finally look at him.

And your eyes meet his red ones, see how they are watching you, squint at you, almost unnoticeable, as if he’s waiting for anything that you might do next.

But his lips keep shut.

The weight in his gaze is crushing your heart, making your throat feel dry as sand, as your lips start trembling, as your mind starts searching for words. But you can’t, shocked by his coldness and his refusal to do anything. He watches your struggle and starts mumbling, before you can say anything.

“She’s dead.”

Anger pools up your throat and you snap. Getting back up on your feet, you stomp in front of him and grab his jaw with your left hand, pulling him closer to your face.

“Don’t you dare to lecture me.” you spit. “Are you unable to heal her or unwilling?” you continue, your eyes growing sinister, making his lip twitch. His brow furrows and his eyes widen in anger and dance between yours, while his bottom right eye jumps back to Akiko. His jaw tenses up beneath your fingers, before he hisses at you.

“Careful.” so low and sharp.

“No!” you hiss back, tightening your grip on his jaw. “I’m not.”

“No… you’re not.” he repeats you lowly through his teeth.

“Answer me!” you dig your nails into his cheeks and you hear his nails scratch into the armrests of his chair. His jaw is tensing more and more, making your your heart beat in your throat. This is a line you have never crossed before, but your pain is pushing you and-

“Keep pushing-” he growls deeply, making you frown in confusion, as suddenly

Knock

Knock

Knock

You flinch at the sudden noises on the door and before you can turn around completely, you hear the door open and Uraume’s voice speak.

“Master Sukuna.” so calm and monotone. “Blood was shed-“

“Uraume!” you call them, letting go of Sukuna and walking straight to them, helplessly grabbing their hands and pulling them into the room.

Uraume stumbles after you and you pull them right next to where Akiko is laying in front of your King. Their eyes linger on her lifeless body, before they shoot to Sukuna. You follow their glance, seeing Sukuna glaring at the both of you.

Silence.

Your heart starts racing.

It’s too much.

This tension.

The apathy of them both makes you want to scream.

“Please!” you beg, grabbing and squeezing their hands hands again, shifting their focus back to you.

“Please, Uraume!” panic rises in your throat again and your voice trembles, as your eyes fill with tears. You kneel back down to Akiko and place your hand on her chest. “Can you heal her?”

Uraume clenches their jaw, a hint of worry in their eyes, before they crouch down next to you. Their hand hovers over Akiko’s face, before they stroke over her jaw. Blood sticks onto their fingers.

A pause, before they turn back to you.

“I apologise.” they say, looking you in the eyes and you think, that you have never seen them so sincere.

So sincere.

A wave of emptiness washes through your being like a wave, almost pulls you down into an abyss of lightless needles and smoke that suffocates your lungs. The tears keep rising and hopelessness overcomes you, as you look back to Akiko.

It‘s my fault.

My fault.

My…

“My mess. I saw you leaving. You brought her to the kitchen to clean up my mess, didn’t you?” you ask Uraume quietly, not pulling your gaze from Akiko, your voice growing thick. “I should’ve known… should’ve known. Should’ve known that you would send her instead of me.” you mumble desperately, referring to Sukuna. “Because you always kept me by your side. And I didn’t notice. Instead, I was enjoying myself… and you. I let myself drown in this victory of earning this special place at your side. Let myself drown in those malicious feelings, this bloodlust, instead of going with her and face what I’ve done. It should’ve been me.”

The guilt grows in your body like poison, pumping the deadly mixture into every cell that you’re made out of. Breathing becomes painful and you bury your face into your hands, let your self fall forward, as you’re kneeling right next to Akiko’s corpse.

“How could I not know that this monster would immediately seek revenge for my behaviour? For this punishment. Her finger for a tongue… The tongue. She told me about the tongue.!” you press your eyes shut. “I was so dumb. So dumb. So dumb.” you tense up more and more.

And then you break. You start to sob. Sob harder and harder, start to wail in agony over your loss and guilt. Tensing up so badly, it’s getting harder and harder for you to breathe.

It hurts. It hurts. It hurts.

Oh god it hurts.

“It hurts so much.” you cry and sob, before you faintly hear Sukuna shift. Suddenly his hand lays on the back of your neck. So gentle. So warm and soothing.

“Don’t let this agony consume you.” he whispers to your left, his voice a sudden balm for your soul.

“I couldn’t do anything. Just watched her die.” you keep talking, while his thumb gently strokes your skin.

And somehow, it keeps you on this earth. Keeps you from falling further into the abyss of pain and guilt and consuming darkness.

He leans his forehead against your temple.

“Y/N.”

His voice.

“What should I do?” you ask desperately. “I should’ve gone with her.”

“Y/N.”

Oh his voice.

“I should be the one who-“

“Y/N!” he suddenly growls loudly, ripping you back to reality, as his fist clenches into your hair. “Look at her!” he continues aggressively, yanking your head down, right in front of Akiko’s blood filled face. “How does it make you feel?”

Your eyes widen in panic, as the tears flow from your eyes. Desperately, you grab onto his sleeves, still wet from the rain, hold on to him like he’s a rock you hold onto in a hurricane.

“Sadness. Guilt. Fear. Panic. Sickness.” he spits. “Look at you! Your mind is oozing with those. It’s making me sick!”

Your eyes widen, his words stab you like a knife, as you’re forced to look dead Akiko in the eyes.

“But there’s something else.” he hisses. “What else is there? Say it!”

What else?

Your heart burns and your jaw clenches tightly, as his nails dig into your skull.

What else?

He swipes the index and middle finger of his upper left hand over Akiko’s blood filled bottom lip, before he shoves them into your mouth. And you’re tensing up, squirming, helpless, as he’s making you taste the iron of her demise and last proof that she existed. Making you taste the bitterness of Sayako and her cruelty.

The taste of hate.

The taste of revenge.

“Say it!” he growls, his lips move against the shell of your ear.

And then you remember it.

You’re at war.

Sayako.

The flames reach up into your throat, engulf your heart and let the smoke cloud your vision, makes you want to move. Sukuna’s fingers slip out of your mouth, bloody spit coating his nails and fingertips, as your eyes keep lingering on Akiko’s empty gaze and as your trembling fingers almost rip the fabric of Sukuna’s kimono apart.

Say it!

“Rage.” you mutter, making you feel him smirk against your ear.

“Oh I can feel it… rage.” he coos, squeezing your heart. “It’s burning in your soul. I can feel the bloodlust that creeps into your mind and the wish for crimson justice that tickles in your fingers.” he breathes, before his grip on your hair loosens.

Sukuna presses his lips against your temple.

“I know it is, my little Heart.” he mouths quietly against your skin, almost unable for you to understand.

But you do.

Your heart stumbles, as your eyes shoot to him and scan his entire face.

What…

You look at him in disbelief over his last words, heart beating so loud and heavy. He squints his eyes at you, as he starts to grin.

“You know what to say.” he whispers, ignoring your need to repeat what he just called you. Sukuna nudges his head forward to Akiko, forcing your attention back to the situation.

You frown in confusion, before you look back to Akiko, the sight making your heart beat and burn more and more. Her massacred face being a reminder for the constant threats and hate and abuse that you‘ve endured since you came here. Your blood starts boiling and your quickening pulse causes a rush of adrenaline to shoot through your veins and suddenly, it clicks. You look back to Sukuna, your orbs dancing back and forth between his crimson ones, as they start to glow and the grin widens on his lips, showing his teeth and canines, so sinister like a demon.

It‘s time.

“Permission to kill Sayako.” you speak.

And his grin grows even wider, so proud, so dark… yet so endearing.

“Enchant me, princess!” he coos, flaring his eyes at you.

Heartache.

His words spark in you, fuel your desire, as you still are able to taste her blood on your tongue, as you feel the strong curse of Sukuna pulling at your heart. You look back to Akiko, still laying there, without a breath, without a heartbeat. Her eyes empty, without a soul.

Gone.

Completely.

And you clench your jaw and fist, before you stand back up, quickly, as if you‘ve gained new strength. Without looking at Uraume or your King, you turn around and walk back to the door, with pain still nagging at your throat and chest.

How do I forget?

Rumble.

You slide the door open, the darkness that’s covering the halls looking right back at you and you pause.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

Pondering.

She’s gone.

Completely.

You swallow.

“If I come back…” you mumble. “I want you to bury the remnants of my soul.”

Then you turn your head to your left over your shoulder, your heart pounding. A last gaze to the soulless corpse of Akiko.

Heart heavy.

“Enjoy your dinner…” you say, as your eyes keep lingering on her, before you focus on Sukuna. “My King.”

[peachsayshi]

(minors / ageless / blank blogs dni) ok but do you know how quick sukuna would fold in an argument if he ever made you cry?

we know he can get there. we know he can be difficult to communicate. but picture this:

he barks another reply, his responses always so sharp. the frustration gets you riled up and you can’t help but sniffle, can’t help but let the welling tears finally fall. you turn your back to him, your shoulders slump and miss the moment where the realization strikes him, where all the irritation and anger inside him evaporates.

“you…you can be such an ass…” you murmur, choking out a sob as you wipe your tears.

you don’t want him to see you.

two arms are around your waist then, “I’m sorry,” he huffs, “fuck, angel, I’m sorry, please don’t cry…”

and you turn to his embrace, because you love him. because his apologies are incredibly sincere towards you, and you alone. his voice is suddenly so gentle, his words chosen ever carefully.

yes, he can be vicious and rabid - but not towards you. never towards you. the guilt eats him up alive.

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, keeping you firmly against him. his chin resting atop your head, one hand massaging the back of your neck.

people say he’s incapable of this, but his love towards you is immeasurable regardless of their opinion. they don’t understand and they never will. but in a moment like this he will always hold himself accountable, reminding himself never to cross this particular line with you.

you should never taste his cruelty, no matter how natural it exists within him.

so, when he cups your cheek in his palm, his eyes drooping in regret, you know that he recognizes his mistake. his thumb wipes away the tears, his lips pressing to the apple of your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, “I lost my temper”

you squeeze your hand around the fabric of his clothing, another shaky breath leaving you. but when you gaze up at him from underneath your lashes, you know you’ve already forgiven him.

he rests his forehead against yours, another kiss follows but it’s a peck to your lips.

“you need to work on that,” you pout, your hands reaching for his jaw and he melts between your fingers like butter.

“I’m trying,” he exhales, mostly disappointed in himself. “I’m trying…”

[m0ch1nut]

𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 - 𝒑𝒕. 2

𝑰'𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝑺𝒖𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

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"𝘐'𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴, 𝘐'𝘥 𝘱𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐'𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭, 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯' 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥."

𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘒𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘊𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 ��𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘸; 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘵𝘭𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.

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𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸-𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥. 𝘜𝘯𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮; 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘶𝘦; 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦-𝘰𝘣𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘸𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘴, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘺.

𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘬 𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯, 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴; 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯.

“𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦,” 𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, “𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴; 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩, 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢. 𝘈𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘰𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘥.

𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘶𝘱 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘴; 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘬 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘦? 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭. 𝘍𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘫𝘢𝘸𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘳𝘦𝘥; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩,

“𝘈𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵?” 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳; 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘻𝘻𝘺. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺; 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘚𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮; 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬.

𝘉𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘥-𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨; 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘜𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵���� 𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬. 𝘛𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴; 𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘶𝘦𝘭 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴: 𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥. 𝘐𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬; 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘶𝘱𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘺, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥.

𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵; 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦; 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘤𝘦. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥.

“𝘖𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦” ��𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘦. “𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵!” 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.

“𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘱?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥, “𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱?” 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵𝘴.

“𝘚𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵.” 𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘷𝘦𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴; 𝘪𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭. 𝘚𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧. “𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘦, 𝘴𝘰 𝘐’𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵.” 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘣𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, “𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘐 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.”

“𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪… 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵; 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵; 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘱.

𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘧𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘒𝘢𝘰𝘳𝘪 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮.

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘰𝘥𝘥𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰, 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦, 𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘵��� 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵. 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘱𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘻𝘦. 𝘕𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦-𝘦𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘱 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬.

“𝘋𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨,” 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. “𝘐’𝘮 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺, 𝘣𝘶𝘵-“ 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰𝘯’𝘵 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘤𝘬; 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘢𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝘐𝘯 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤, 𝘫𝘶𝘮𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬; 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦. 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘴𝘩. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵.

𝘙𝘶𝘯.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳, 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢; 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥; 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.

𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢?

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯; 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘥. 𝘘𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦’𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳. 𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘵; 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘥 𝘴𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘦’𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘱𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘩𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘧. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦; 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘹 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘶𝘳𝘺, 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥… 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳? 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥.

“𝘊𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦; 𝘴𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘬𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘱, “𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.”

𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦.

“𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨? 𝘕𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦?” 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺, 𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴.

“𝘐’𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘐 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘦.” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮, “𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭.” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳’𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸-𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘴𝘱, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘸𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶’𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥,” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯, “𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦.”

“𝘕𝘰, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘯𝘰, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘱 𝘮𝘦,” 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘧 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳𝘴.

“𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤.” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯. “𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘦𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦?” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘶𝘳��𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘴. 𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘱𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮.

“𝘈𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺! 𝘔𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘦!” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵, 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭,” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘯, “𝘐 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘺; 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦.” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. “𝘉𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶?”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬����𝘥 𝘶𝘱, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶.

“𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳,” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘥. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘬; 𝘢 𝘤𝘶𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘹 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. “𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵?”

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘱𝘴. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘱 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥.

“𝘞𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶.” 𝘏𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳, “𝘐’𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘴𝘬 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯’𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶?”

“𝘕𝘰! 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵!” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘥𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘥, “𝘍𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶’𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮.” 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘣 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. “𝘞𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘰 𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘰 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘏𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘰 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦.” 𝘖𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘬𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘶𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵.

“𝘐 𝘴𝘦𝘦.” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥, “𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘐𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴; 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯. “𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘪𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩.”

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘵 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢, 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘤𝘬; 𝘩𝘦’𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳.

“𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦?” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶; 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘦𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘢𝘭 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. “𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘪𝘵?” 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺, 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘵.

“𝘍𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨.”

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦; 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥. 𝘐𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴, 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘪𝘳, 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘻𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵.

“𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘐 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴.” 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯’𝘴 𝘦𝘢𝘳. “𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.” 𝘞𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴. 𝘚𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴, 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘻𝘦. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘦𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘭𝘢𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥.

𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘨𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦. 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘺. 𝘚𝘶𝘬𝘶𝘯𝘢’𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴. 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘭.

𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴.

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@missroro

[frenchcoucou]

let me hit? 😅

ac: youka_i

[oreo-creampie]

“𝐜𝐮𝐦 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧’ 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 (𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲!)”

𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭! Sukuna fucks you, queen of the fae, into a messy cum covered whore

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬! queen of the fae!reader, demon king!sukuna (true-form), size kink, hentai logic lets say his monster sized cock fits in your fairy cunt, pussy drunk, overstimulation/hints of mindbreak, cock-drunk, monster sized cocks one has a knot the other is softly ribbed, HUGE HUGE HUGE SIZE KINK, sensitive wings, squirting, degradation/some praise, sukuna is 10ft tall in this one, your pussy is like a pocket of holding and it can take that shit, lets say you have tits even if you don’t for this one, titty fucking, double pentration (cunt and anal), pain kink, restraining/rough manhandling, fucking you in front of a mirror then on the bed, reader has magical abilities, sukun eats your ass a little with one of his hand’s mouth, sukuna is mean but gentle with your wings, pussy slapping, some anal fingering (he doesn't touch you with the hand after), belly bulge from both his cock and cum, squirting his cum when he pushes on your stomach, he covers you in his cum too, fingering

Fey; i get it if you judge me for this one, but in my defense my coochie held me at gun point to write this one. I'm giving you one more warning to use hentai logic with this one!!!

Sukuna strokes the base of your iridescent wings making them stretch out and flutter. Trembling, arching your back, digging your nails into the arm of the hand clenching your waist. Getting off on how Sukuna can hold you up, to use like a cocksleeve, with one massive hand.

“I look so big taking your stupid lil bratty ass from behind, look at yourself, you’re built like a handheld toy for me to use whenever I want.” Sukuna that’s massive, from his height to his hands, to the cocks stretching out both of your sloppy wet holes.

He croons, “You’re hot crying with your tiny wings fluttering n’ your stomach bulging.” Slowly stretching your wings out then pulling you upright by a firm grasp on your throat. Your wings occasionally brush Sukuna’s warm chest.

Your sloppy wet cunt is gushing on his cock, thick warm cum squirts and trickles onto the floor. Both of your wet holes quiver, clenching his thick cocks.

Sukuna moans, “Stupid slutty lil princess make a mess on my cocks, cumming so damn much you’ve made a puddle on the floor.

His four eyes fixating on how his thick knot tugs on your cunt. “Nnnn look at that you’re clenching me too tightly for me to pull out?” You squirm and cry when he sucks on your clit with a hand’s mouth.

Insisting, “Princess? I'm a queen?!” He licks your cock-stuffed cunt with a hand’s tongue. When he moves his hand away you’re fixating on how your cunt is split into a perfect circle by his thick knot.

Sharply crying when Sukuna pinches your sensitive clit. “Yet you’re taking my cocks like a common whore.” He roughly pulls his knot and cocks out eliciting a needy whine from you when you’re empty.

Dropping you on the massive nearby bed which floats with with a wave of your hand. “It doesn't make me any less a queen.” Spreading your legs for him, “It just means I'm a queen whose a greedy monster cock loving slut.”

Sukuna pins your thighs by your side, lining his bottom cock up and nudging your asshole with his cockhead. Unlike his other cock’s blunt head it has a thinner cone-shaped like tip, which gets thicker after each soft ridge.

He rests his other cock on top of you, covering your cunt and resting between your tits. “And to think you were just takin’ me in your soft lil‘ cunt, I knew fae magic was something else but this is isn't what I expected.” His cock is so big, yet he feels no deeper than your belly button when inside.

Pressing your breasts together, squeezing his fat cock. He grabs your hair yanking your head up, making you look at his cock peeking out from between your tits.

Sukuna groans when you lick his cockhead. “I wonder how much you can take before your magic runs out and you break.” Slowly rolling his hips fucking your soft ass, his cock on top stroking your sensitive clit.

Pleading with Sukuna, “Break me, fuck! Nnn it won't be too long before I'm ready for more! Please! I can't get enough they’re so big, I can't get enough! Please fuck me with both cocks please! Please! Please!” He covers your mouth sticking his fat tongue into your mouth, you can faintly taste yourself.

“What? You’re looking up at me like you want to kiss some different lips.” He smirks gliding himself out of your ass and takes his other cock off your body to let them both hang

He leans down, “Hah you’re too small to properly kiss me.” You lean forward covering his larger lips in kisses, sliding your fingers into his hair.

“I can cover you in kisses.” Sukuna’s lips covers your cheek when he kisses you. Standing up he’s a ten foot monstrous demon and you love it. You love how small you feel beneath him, restrained in a mating press for him to mercilessly fuck both sensitive, sloppy wet holes.

He roughly smacks your cunt, licking your asshole with his thick tongue. The sharp pain rips wonderfully through the pleasure of having your ass ate. Loudly pleading, “Fuck me please, please fuck me. I wanna cum again!”

“Greedy lil brat is a better title for you, after you squirted and made a mess all over my floor you’re begging to cum again.” Another harsh slap to your cunt has you crying.

Pleading with Sukuna, “Im a greedy slut for your thick cocks! I can't help it! It feels like I'm about to go into heat. Please use whatever hole you want my King it gets me off how you use me for your pleasure.” Grabbing the bottle of lube left on the bed, taking his tongue out of your ass.

He pours a lot onto your tight hole then stuffs it in with two thick fingers. Some of the lube drips onto the sheets, “Good girl.” Pumping his fingers faster, smearing the lube. “Call me me your King again.”

He lines himself up, “Please fuck me My King.” He roughly stuffing both holes in a swift thrust. Your body tenses up with a sudden jolt, he’s too big. And being unable run away from the overwhelming intensity magnifies it.

Sukuna demands, “This is my sloppy lil’ cunt to cum in till I get bored of you. Say it!” Putting his weight into your thrust watching your stomach expand when his cock nestles in deep.

“Nnnn!” You can’t focus his words his cock stretching out both holes making the strip of skin between go taunt. You’re a fuck toy for him and it feels so good.

He’s so perfect from cocky smirk, to the condescending way he is looking down at you, and his thick cocks stirring you up pushing you towards cumming again.

He sneers, “Are you already too cock drunk?” Trailing his fingers gently along the top of one of your expanded wings. “Be a good girl and tell me who owns you brat.” Licking your clit with his stomach’s tongue, the pleasure is building rapidly.

Even after squirting on his cock he’s getting you this worked up so fast. It's hard not to with the intense stimulation from Sukuna licking your clit whilst mercilessly fucking you sloppy holes into a loose with his monster cocks.

You whine, “You do my King! ‘S your cunt! Nnn I wanna covered in your cum.” Picking up his pace, even with your magic the bed is rocking. “Fuck you’re so big! Nnnn please please! I'm your good girl.” Grabbing his thick, tattooed forearms, digging your nails in.

“Good girls get cummed in don’t they?” He fondled your breasts, biting and sucking on your nipple. The way he’s toying with your body is wonderful.

You beg him, “We shouldn't, we aren't married, but I want you to! Nnnn! Fuck! You’d cum so much, I would be so full!” Softly clutching the sheets when he flicks your tongue faster, adding a little more pressure. “I wanna feel your warm cum.”

A couple more strokes and your reasoning is quickly crumbling as you cum. All you can think about are his cocks throbbing inside you, filling both holes up. It’s too tempting you're begging with Sukuna, “Please cum! Please cum! Wanna feel your warm thick cum!”

He wonders, “How long did you spend making a spell that can let you take cocks bigger than you should. Or did it come naturally to a slut like you?”

You’re unable to process his question instead you’re loudly moaning, “Please cum! Please! Please! My king! Daddy! Sir! Please! Suukunnna.” Sukuna squeezes your throat and lifts you off the bed. Using his grasp on your throat and his to make you meet his merciless thrusts.

It’s hot to hear Sukuna sound so needy as he whines, “Nn!!! Nn! ‘S tight, wet! Fuck!” He grabs your hair yanking your head back so he can watch you cry while he fucksyou. Keeping eye contact with two eyes while the other two fixate on how your stomach bulges.

Softly growling and grunting “Mine! All fuckin! Nnnnn! Stupid pretty lil’ brat.” His jaw drops with needy loud whines as he loses himself in the intoxicating pleasure of your wet holes clenching his cocks.

There is a crash as the bed hits the floor. Sukuna turns around and lies down on an uneven half-broken bed. He digs his heels into the bed and roughly rutting his hips. “Fuck so damn hot! So fucking small, I wanna make you cry and ruin your tight cunt.”

You lean forward resting your hands on his abs above his stomach’s mouth. “Please cum! Sukuna please!” He softly growls then fucks you harder making it hard for you to string a word together in between your cries.

His brows pinch together and his jaw drops with a loud groan. “C-cum on mmmmm!” It’s impossible to think with the way your soft, soaking-wet holes are gripping and rubbing his cock. Your tears rolling down your beautiful face spurring him on getting him so close to cumming inside you.

“Cry! Louder! Fuck me!” Your cunt spasms as you cum on Sukuna’s thick cock. Sukuna’s eyes roll back, shoulders curl in and he tosses his head back. Whining loudly, “Nnn too-too too tight! Too much! Please!” Thick hot cum spurts in your stomach making it swell.

When he lets your throat go you use your first steady breath to whine “Please?” Sukuna's cheeks flushes a dark shade of pink matching his hair. He stuffs a finger in your mouth and fondles your soft breast, sucking on your nipple.

His cock pulses as more thick cum keeps trickling out. Your aching holes spasm around his cock. It’s wonderful to be so full of Sukuna’s cum and cocks.

He rolls over, towering over you with two massive cocks stuffed in each hole. “Don’t think this means we are done. Im going to clean up then see if your lil’ bratty cunt can take both of my cocks.” Slowly gliding his cocks out, Sukuna pushes on your building stomach making his cum squirts onto his hand and the bed.

Sukuna smears his thick cum over your thighs, tits, and waist. Gliding his finger inside you costing himself in cum which he stuffs into your mouth. “How do we taste?” You groan whilst sucking his thick finger as he hold his dirty hand to your asshole, licking your cum filled asshole.

He pulls his finger out with a wet pop. “Bitter, but I love being filled with and feeling your cum gushing out of me!” Lifting you off the bed by your hair Sukuna dangles you in front of the mirror.

“You look hotter covered and dripping with my cum.” He glides a thick finger into your cunt, pushing more thick cum out of you faster with slow pumps.

Letting your hair go causing you to flutter your wings to afloat. “How long can you keep hovering with those little wings while I'm fingering you?”

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