Surviving As A Cannon Fodder

Chapter 148

*kick* *kick*

I gritted my teeth, holding in the fury.

Apparently, I'm the drunk one now. 

It was simply fascinating to experience firsthand the different stages of my wife's depleting sobriety.

'Believe me... I wish to be as drunk as you' I wanted to tell Angelica.

Shuffling through the sheets she managed to get her hands on one of the empty wine bottles and spilled the residual wine on my clothes.

This makes me wonder how she is going to explain the state of the room in the morning. 

"Heyyyyy....this is my mike. Why did you drink from my mike you dingus" 

*kick*

I swear the last kick was on purpose.

Suddenly, I could hear the sound of clothes being ripped apart. Soon enough Angelica returned with the said piece of cloth and began binding my hands.

'I don't like where this is going' An ominous sensation came over me.

If it were anyone else, I could have estimated their next move based on their intentions. But the problem with Angelica was her unpredictable nature. Just like before when she chose alcohol over a lifetime of fortune, anything is within the realm of possibility however minute they might appear.

The only option was to hope for the best and wait for the storm to pass.

"Better safe than sorry" said Angelica, adding another knot to my already tightly bound wrists.

She pushed and pulled on the bounds with all her might to ensure that they were secured. Once satisfied with her handiwork, Angelica released her hold on my hands and stood on top of the bed.

"Now... let the singing begin" Angelica declared before she started singing to her heart's content. 

'I knew it' I shook my head in disapproval.

~ If I were a boy, even just for a day.....

I'd roll outta bed in mornin' ~

Although the singing wasn't entirely bad, the problem was listening to the same song over and over until the sun rises. Being forced into such a situation could drive anyone crazy.

Fortunately, Angelica had realized that and changed between different songs. 

~ I can do it... I can do it...

I'll get through it...~

After a few minutes of constant singing, Angelica got tired, this time for good. 

"I'm thirsty..." Angelica complained in a hoarse voice.

With a few staggering movements, Angelica stepped out of the bed and landed on her feet. I have to note that she has an astonishing amount of stamina for lasting so long.

Even though I was unable to see her, I could sense that she was in no condition to walk around. 

"Whoa!" Angelica exclaimed holding onto the bed railing for support.

"Why is this building shaking?! Is there one place in his freakin' house that is not haunted?!" She shouted at the top of her voice which I thought she had lost.

'Yes, the fault lies in the house. Not the person who broke into a cursed man's vault and got herself blindly drunk' I smirked, amused by her comment.

"OK... OK... I can do this. I can totally do this"