CHAPTER FOUR
Dedicated to @AryGail
It has been a fascination every time I go out of the yacht and I see the blue waves of water kissing the rays. Sa bawat paggising ko sa umaga, ang mala-asul na tubig dagat ang bumubungad mula sa kwartong inookupa ko sumasalamin sa bughaw ma kalangitan. If that is not a perfect way of greeting, I don't know what is.
And when the night comes, pinapanood ko ang paglubog ng araw. Kung paanong nagbabago ang kulay, it was just perfect and surreal at the same time. I remember Aramis, she liked the sunset most. It brings hope that endings can be beautiful, too. I believed it.
Ang bilis ng paglipas ng araw. Surprisingly, hindi naman ako naiinip sa yate kahit madalas akong awayin noong batang makulit. Ginawang misyon sa buhay ng bulilit na iyon na lagi akong paiyakin. Hmp. Hindi ko naman siya inaano. Pagala - gala lang siya sa kabuuan ng yate. Sometimes, he wants us to play.
The view helped me progressed with my paintings. Wiling - wili ako sa tanawin kahit nasa gitna kami ng karagatan at hindi ko alam kung saan mismo naglalayag ang yate. Kasama yata sa magandang tanawin si Mr. Petrovich pati iyong abs niya kahit iniiwasan ko siyang makita na imposibleng mangyari.
Nag-iinit na naman ang pisngi ko nang maalala kong nakita niya akong nakatanaw sa abs niya noong isang araw. I was just amazed how it looked like being made by a sculptor. I wanted to paint him. Again.
I just finished my morning routine when I heard aggressive knocks on my room's door. Tinungo ko ang pintuan, binuksan ko ito. Bumungad sa akin si Voight na nakasimangot ang mukha.
"W-why did you lock the door again?!" singhal nito sa akin. Hinigit ni Voight ang kamay ko para hawakan. "B-breakfast is r-ready. The lion summons you! The lion wants to eat you..."
"Ha?"
Eat me? Ang gore naman noon! Maybe, the kid meant to eat with them. Umiling ako at nilakihan ko ang bukas ng pinto. I didn't lock the door as Voight claimed. Not even once since I stayed here. He kept on asking me about that every morning.
Na-adapt ko ang ugaling iyon hanggang paglaki. Noong bata ako, madalas akong magising sa gabi. I would cry a lot, I know, my mother used to come to my room. Isa lang iyon sa natatandaan kong alaala sa kanya. Nang mapunta ako sa mga Sy, si Manang ang pumupunta sa kwarto ko para muli akong patulugin. Hinahayaan kong bukas ang pinto ng aking kwarto para makapasok si Manang.
Nagkibit - balikat ako. Sumabay ako sa paglalakad niya papunta sa dining room. May konting nerbiyos akong nakapa sa dibdib. His presence was intimidating and it was making me feel awkward. Lalo na kapag tumititig siya kabuuan ko. There was something in his stares that make my knees weak. Maybe, his green eyes were doing the tricks.
Nadatnan namin sa hapagkainan ang leon na tinutukoy ng kasama kong bata. He was sitting on the chair in the middle of the long table. Binitiwan ako ni Voight at tumakbo papalapit sa ama nito.
The guy with a piercing in his ear. He was aloof like everyone else in the yacht and has an intimidating presence. Para silang mga babaeng may menstruation. Ni isang beses hindi ko nakausap ang lalaki. And I'm not planning to talk to them.
They left us alone in the dining room. Pasimple ko silang sinundan ng tingin hanggang tuluyang makalabas ng area. Muli akong gumawi sa long table. My heart started to race when I realized I was left alone with Mr. Petrovich. I bit my lip. Madalas kong ipahiya ang sarili ko kapag kaharap siya. It's a mystery what stupidity I am going to do next.
His green eyes met mine. Tumagos ang kanyang mata sa aking buong pagkatao. "Do not make the food wait." ma-awtoridad nitong wika. Mas lalong kumabog ang dibdib kong kanina pa dumadagundong sa kaba.
"S-sorry..." Hinila ko ang upuan katapat niya at naupo. My hand and knees were trembling. Nakaupo na ako bago pa man ako panghinaan lalo at matumba sa kaba. "T-thank you for the food, Mr. P-Petrovich." I mumbled quietly.
Tumikhim ito. "What did you call me?"
Seryoso niya akong pinasadahan ng tingin. There was something in his eyes that flickered. Padating sa emosyon niya, hindi ko masiguro.
I realized, I was staring at him long enough, not minding the question he asked. Muntik pa akong maubo habang inaalala ang kanyang tanong. Tumingin ako sa ibang direksiyon, but I could feel his eyes on me. They never left.
"Ha?" Nangamatis ang mukha ko nang mapagtanto ang matagal na paninitig. "W-was it u-unclear, Mr. P-Petrovich..."
The passive expression on his face became annoyed. "Do I look like a fucking old professor or some kind of politician?" His voice was controlled yet domineering. Muntik na akong mapatalon sa pagkakaupo. "Sounds like a fucking sugar daddy to me."
Kinagat ko ang labi ko at umayos ng upo. "B-bakit mo ako minumura?" It was the first time to hear a profanity from his mouth. It made me uncomfortable. Hindi ako sanay. I don't use those words. For me, they were bad.
Hindi niya sinagot ang tanong ko. Sa halip, nagsimula na siyang kumain. I kept quiet on my seat. Minabuti ko nang kumain na lang kagaya nang ginagawa niya.
There were a lot of food. Wala namang okasyon pero para silang naghahanda sa town fiesta sa rami ng pagkain. It reminds me of Manang. Nami-miss ko si Manang at ang mga luto niya. Hindi ko naman magawang kainin lahat ng gusto ko. My taste buds were limited, lalo na sa lamang-dagat.
Mr. Petrovich spoke when I was already convinced he was not going to talk to me. Snob pa naman siya minsan. He is a mystery to be solved. Or maybe, he is supposed to remain that way. "Do you want it?"
His husky bedroom voice made me drop my spoon and fork, clinking on the plate. Medyo nagulat ako sa bahagyang pag-imik niya ng biglaan. I wonder what he was talking about. Anong gusto ko? Siya ba? So, even a gorgeous man like him can be assuming, too?
"W-what?"
"Do you want me to be your sugar daddy?" seryosong - seryoso ang kanyang boses. I can't fathom the emotion in his eyes. Muntik na akong mabulunan ng sariling laway.
"B-but I have a P-papa. H-hindi naman ako b-baby."
I didn't understand what he meant by that or the next thing he did.
Kumalansing nang malakas ang hawak niyang kutsara't tinidor sa plato. Tumayo si Mr. Petrovich at nakahalukipkip siyang nilisan ang dining room. It happened too fast. Nakaalis na siya bago pa ako makahuma. Pakiramdam ko'y galit siya. Kung para saan iyong galit? Wala akong ideya.
"Anong n-nangyari roon?" Muli akong lumingon sa pintong nilabasan ng lalaki. Kumamot ako sa ulo at nagpatuloy sa pagkain.
He's so random. Bakit ba niya iyon itatanong sa akin? He's not even old to be my daddy.
I sighed. Hindi ko maintindihan. Sometimes, I hated my mind for it had only the capacity to translate the surface. But what can I do? People have to be specific with what they want from me.
Should I not call him, Mr. Petrovich? But I can't pronounce his name properly. Mas lalong nauutal ang dila ko. Baka mas ika-galit niya iyon.
Pinaglaruan ko na lang ang pagkain sa plato ko. Nawalan din ako ng gana.
***
Nasa side deck ako ng yacht, I was sketching randomly on my sketchpad, natanaw ko ang paparating na speed boat patungo sa direksyon ng yate. Voight was running around the whole place, luckily, he was not not disturbing me for once, mukhang hindi pa rin siya pagod. Ilang lapse na ang kanyang tinakbo.
It was fascinating how energetic a kid can be. Hindi ko iyon masyadong nagawa noong bata pa ako. I was too weak to even play and I never gained that energy to be free.
Nanlaki ang mga mata ko sa lalaking nasa likod ng speed boat. His surfboard was connected to the speed boat with a rope or some sort, mahusay niyang minamanduhan ang sinasakyang surfboard sa bawat alon. He was topless. May shades lang siyang suot.
It was giving me some anxiety. It did not look safe to me. I don't like uncertainties, unsafe destinations and adventures, in short, the boring word runs in my blood. Ganoon ang nakikita ko sa lalaki.
Nakarinig ako nang pagtikhim sa maliit na boses. Hinarap ko ito, nakatayo sa harapan ko si Voight, nanliliit ang kanyang mga mata habang nakapameywang. I wasn't sure why he was acting that way. Bati naman kami kanina.
"You aren't s-s-supposed to do t-that..." he said, with brows narrowed, still.
"D-do what? I... I was just d-drawing things..." Ibinaba ko ang pencil sa mesa.
"W-whatever!" Muli itong tumakbo sa direksyong tinatakbuhan niya kanina. I was left confused.
Ilang beses ba akong makakaramdam ng confusion? Maraming bagay akong hindi maapuhap sa madaling panahon. I lacked common sense most of the time. Pero pagdating sa gawaing pang-akademiko. My brain functions a lot better.
Muli kong kinuha ang pencil na ipinatong ko kasama ng sketch book. Inayos ko ang tayo ng sketchbook sa table bago ako muling gumuhit. I wanted to draw Voight's expressions. They were kind of funny and spontaneous. Hindi pa man ako nakakapagsimula, my sketchbook was snatched away from me.
Agad kong sinundan ng tingin ang mabilis na kamay na kumuha ng gamit ko. The guy who surfed against the waves was in front of me, he was holding my sketchbook with an interesting look on his face. Ang bilis niyang nakarating sa yacht.
Malapit siya sa akin kaya malaya kong napagmasdan ang kanyang kabuuan. His eye color resembled hazel nuts in a way. Pareho silang maskulado ni Mr. Petrovich, but I would prefer the latter any time. Somehow, he looked familiar. Naupo siya sa harapan ko ng hindi ako tinitingnan.
Napanganga ako ng bigla nitong pinunit ang mga pilas ng papel. I was in total shock. Kasabay noon ang parang pagkapunit ng puso ko. I didn't want my pieces to be harmed. Kahit ako na iyong masaktan, 'wag lang ang mga paintings ko at sketches. Madaling nag-init ang aking mata.
"W-what did you d-do?" bulong ko sa hangin. I was not talking to him in particular, I was more talking to myself. Hindi ko pa rin magawang higitin ang sketches ko palayo sa kanya. I was afraid to create more damage in my drawings in there.
"I didn't quite expect meeting you here, baby sister. A bit mischief, huh?" I heard him laugh in a dangerous way.
Huminga ako nang malalim para kumalma. "I... I am not your s-sister. G-give me back my s-sketchbook! It wasn't y-yours in the first place. L-leave me a-alone!" sumbat ko ritong patuloy na kinakalikot ang gamit.
Hindi ko gusto kong paano niya i-handle ang bawat pahina. He even tore some of the pages. Gusto kong pumalahaw sa iyak. My sister did it once and I cried for a week. I didn't hate her, I thought I deserved it but not to this guy.
"You will be in no time." He winked at me. "I am thanking you for these." Iwinagayway niya ang punit na papel. He stood and smirked. "You're incorrect, baby sister, the only thing you owned was the sketchbook, but the gorgeous woman you drew belongs to me."
Iniwan ako nitong nakanganga. He left my sketchbook on the table with missing pages. Nanlulumo akong kinuha iyon at siniyasat nang mabuti. I wondered what sketches and drawings he tore from my sketchbook. Nagpro-protesta pa rin ang buong kalamnan ko sa nangyari pero mas lalo akong nainis na hindi ko magawang labanan. I was not firm enough! Puro stutter ang buong salita ko.
I could remember my sketches well. Kaya alam kong random drawings ko iyon sa kapatid ko. Those were memorable for me, and I really treasured because those were expressions of Reign. Her every angle was perfect. Kahit madalas nakakunot ang noo niya o iniirapan ako.
He took Reign's sketches of me. Sana sampalin siya ng kapatid ko kung magkikita man sila. It was a bad prayer for someone. Hindi naman ako madaling mainis sa isang tao, but he messed with my babies. He messed with something I treasured so much.
Naiiyak akong bumalik sa cabin. Hindi ko mapigilan ang sarili ko. I felt defeated. I saw Voight on my way up to my cabin and he asked me why I was crying.
The next thing I knew, hila - hila na niya ako sa destinasyon noong lalaking kumuha ang sketches ko. Voight kicked him several times and he got some moves. I was aware he was doing martial arts. Hindi man lang ito naapektuhan at mukhang tuod na tumayo roon. Proud and unmoving. Inirapan niya lang ang bata.
Mukha akong tangang nakatayo lang at pinapanood sila. Nakangisi lang ito sa amin. He looked amused, yet eerily dangerous. My cheeks were as red as tomatoes.
Nang magsawa si Voight sa kakasipa sa lalaki, we went to the kitchen to get some drinks. I tried to make a sandwich for Voight. What he did lightened up my mood.
"T-thank you, Voight..." I told him.
Umismid siya. "I d-did that because I-I... am the only one entitled to b-bully you," sagot nito habang ninamnam ang sandwich na ginawa ko para sa kanya.
I smiled. "Still, t-thank you..." Ginulo ang kanyang buhok. Pinagmasdan ko siya hanggang matapos itong kumain.
Voight wasn't a terrible kid. Medyo magulo at mahilig sa away but he wasn't bad. It was just his defense mechanism. He was looking to have a mother figure and he didn't know how to act with a woman around. Mukhang wala itong kinalakihang ina. My heart ached for him. Somehow, I could relate. But I knew my mother. Nakasama ko siya kahit munting sandali.
"You w-want another one?" I was referring to the sandwich.
He nodded. I gave him a sandwich again. On the corner of my eye, someone was watching us. With the intensity of his stare, I knew who he was. Mas lalong hindi ko magawang lumingon sa kanya. Umakto akong hindi ko iyon pansin kahit ang totoo, it was penetrating my soul.
Only Khromov Zakhar Petrovich can make me feel that. I just didn't know... how to pronounce his name well.
Nagkulong na ako sa cabin buong maghapon matapos kumain ni Voight. Ayoko nang makasalamuha pa ang lalaking pumunit ng sketches ko. Mukhang dito siya maglalagi sa yate. Sa narinig ko, he owned this whole yacht. I spent the day with Momo, my stuffed toy.
The evening came, nobody fetched me in the cabin to have dinner. Hindi nagpakita si Mr. Petrovich sa labas ng inookupa kong kwarto. It felt odd. He always did.
My stomach made a rumbling sound. I was hungry.
Imbes na hintayin ko ang dating sumusundo sa akin, nauna na akong bumaba sa kusina. It was cold. The cold breeze was touching my skin. Hinigpitan ko ang suot kong robe nakapatong sa manipis kong pang-ilalim.
Nobody was in the kitchen. Strange. Wala akong ideya kung asan ang lahat ng lalaking nasa yate. Normally, I would bump into them in any of the corners of the yacht. Nakakabingi rin ang katahimikan. Nawala rin ang gutom kong iniinda kanina. I ended up looking for them and found myself in the deck.
There were men. Several of them were unfamiliar faces and armed by weapons. I swallowed at the sight. Hindi maganda ang pakiramdam ko sa nakita. Weapons are for violence. Bakit mayroon silang ganoon? I had the hunch, I just didn't want to believe.
My instincts were telling me to run and hide, yet, I exactly did the opposite. I wanted answers from the bunch so I stayed hidden in the dark spot, trying not to be noticed by some of them. I didn't know why, but I wanted to know something. Maybe, stupidity took over me. Kabang - kaba ang dibdib ko.
"Walk," a voice commanded me.
Oh God. I got caught.
The chills were running down my spine. Namamawis ako nang malamig. I was panicking inside. Lalo pa't mayroong bagay na nakatutok sa ulo ko. Alam kong baril iyon.
"I... I am not going to do s-something s-stupid... D-don't k-kill me..."
Mas lalong lumakas ang kabog ng dibdib ko. Gusto kong umiyak sa nararamdamang kaba. I was just trying not to pass out. I wanted to call Khromov Zakhar Petrovich. He was the only one I knew here. And Voight! Where is he?! Where is the kid?!
The man laughed maniacally. Mas lalo niyang idiniin ang hawak na baril. "Of course, you can't do something stupid if you are dead. Now, walk." His tone was getting impatient every passing second.
Another gulp.
Itinaas ko ang aking dalawang kamay sa ere, humakbang ako palabas nang madilim na puwesto. I tried not to trip and fall. Mukhang walang nakapansin sa aming dalawa kung hindi pa nagsalita ang lalaki. Most of them were focused with whatever they were doing. Talking.
"Is it a deal, then? Are these supply good enough?"
Narinig ko ang mapang-uyam na tawa ng lalaking kumuha ng sketchpad ko kanina. "If it is us you are dealing with, then, it's the fucking best. Not unless the conditions were not met. I'm gonna blow your fucking heads off and throw you out of my fucking yacht." The tone laced danger as we advanced.
Another laugh. "I was jus' makin' sure, you know. We will take our leave as we load the paraphernalia." Natanaw ko ang isang yate sa hindi kalayuan. That was their getaway.
"We got company." The guy voiced out. Natahimik ang lahat.
Alam kong gumawi ang tingin ng bawat isa sa direksiyon ko. Nanatiling nakatingin ako sa aking paanan. Ayokong salubungin ang mainit nilang titig. Isang pagkakamaling nanatili ako at nagpatianod sa aking kuryosidad.
When nobody seemed to talk, he did.
"Lower that gun and let her go," I heard his voice. It was Mr. Petrovich. Sinundan ko ng tingin ang boses. I met his green eyes. And they were darker than his normal orbs with no emotion at all while fear and confusion were visible on mine.
Tumawa ang lalaking nasa likod ko. I felt his other hand on my waist up. Tumindig ang balahibo ko, mas lalo akong pinanlamigan."You want her? Too bad, I don't obey anyone. Not even a prince." He chuckled against my nape.
Hindi ko magawang mapigil ang pagtulo ng luha sa kaliwang bahagi ng mata ko. I closed my eyes. Gusto ko nang umalis sa pagkakahawak ng lalaki kung hindi lang ako natatakot sa pwedeng mangyari. I wasn't afraid of death, I was afraid of the process. But the more he dug his claws onto my skin, the more I wanted to end it. My stomach was churning.
Khromov Zakhar Petrovich was near, yet so far. That phrase could be applied to us. I wanted to cross our distance. I couldn't. The weakened and trembling knees wanted to give up on me. Hindi na ako nagmulat pa ng aking mata.
"The deal is fucking void."
With a swift move, I was taken away from the bad guy. Things happened really fast and I could not explain it in a split second.
Sumalampak ang mukha ko sa matipunong dibdib ng isang lalaki. His manly scent kept me alive. Nanginginig ang braso ko pero yumakap ako rito. I felt him stiffened with my hug. Wala akong pakialam. I cried silently in his muscled chest. He was the safety net.
Then, a sound so mortifying. The sound of gun. It lasted for a second as if sinking in. Chaos erupted. Blazing guns were everywhere and we were in the middle of it all. I didn't know how bullets were not going our way.
"Don't ever look, I don't want you to get tainted." He whispered softly. Sinunod ko ang kanyang sinabi.
"O-okay..." I nodded. Humigpit ang yakap ko sa kanya. A lump formed in my throat. "I... I am a-afraid. I don't want to d-die yet." Halos hindi ko marinig ang sarili kong boses. It was a whisper. Hindi ako takot sa kamatayan, pero hindi pa ako handa. Not now that I am in his arms.
"If you die, I'll die first... You are shielded from any harm, kitten."
"I am not a k-kitten." I protested.
"You are."
A big explosion stopped us from moving. Kahit gusto kong silipin kung ano ang sumabog hindi ko magawa. I don't even have the guts to look. Nanatiling nakapikit ang mga mata ko habang nakayakap sa abs niya, I mean, sa waist niya. My body moved together with him as we abandoned the place of chaos. Hinayaan ko siyang hilahin ako sa kung saan.
"Let's get out of here." He was sure of it.
I opened my eyes. Unang sumalubong ang malamlam niyang berdeng mata. It wasn't dark like how I saw it earlier. There's really mysteriousness in there. My mouth went dry. "W-where's Voight?" I asked. I looked down and saw a speed boat waiting for us in the water.
"He's been taken care of by his father." sagot nito. He offered his hand. "Let's go."
Umiling ako. "I-I can't."
His forehead creased. Nagsalubong ang kanyang dalawang kilay. "Why the fuck not..." He growled in a low voice.
Napakamot ako sa pisngi ko. "Uh, I have to g-get M-momo back in my c-cabin."
Mas lalong kumunot ang nakakunot niyang noo. He seemed confused and I wanted to feel offended that he didn't know about Momo. Siguro sa ibang araw na lang. Kailangan naming magmadali.
"Who the fuck is that Momo?" He still used the same tone. And I heard the profanity again. I can't help myself, tinampal ko ang kanyang bibig. Nabigla din ako sa ginawa pero huli na iyon. I did what I did.
"It's my s-stuffed t-toy! Don't use p-profanity on m-me, p-please..." I told him.
"It's just a stuffed toy, I'll buy you a lot more. Let's go."
Muli akong umiling. "N-no! It was g-given to me by my m-mom. It was the only t-thing I have of h-her. M-momo was s-special." Determinado kong wika. Hindi ako aalis hangga't hindi ko kasama si Momo. The thought of Momo being left alone, it was like, leaving my mother alone in that burning house for the second time. I could not bear it. Not again.
It might be nonsense for him. But for me, it made perfect sense. I am going back.
Humakbang ako para lagpasan si Mr. Petrovich pero hinarang niya ang kanyang katawan sa harapan ko. He rolled his eyes at me. His lips were in thin line. "You'll get yourself killed." May bahid ng galit ang kanyang boses.
"I k-know. I h-have to."
"Do you think I will let you?" Nakita ko kung paanong gumalaw ang kanyang perpektong panga. His jaw clenched.
I pouted. "It's not y-your c-choice to make."
Nagulat ako ng isandal niya ako sa railings ng yate. He was so near. Mas lalong dumagundong ang puso ko. Even my body was hyperventilating. Humina ang kalamnan ko. "Stay here, I'll get it for you. Don't go anywhere. Do you understand?"
Mahinhin akong tumango. "O-okay. C-come b-back without scratches, p-please."
He did not answer. Mabilis siyang nakaalis sa harapan ko. I bit my lip. Umusal ako ng maiksing prayer para sa kaligtasan niya. Sana hindi siya madapa. Oh, no. Sana hindi siya mabaril. I was worried.
Bigla ko ring naalala si Voight. I hope that he is already safe and not scared.
Thinking about what happened, I knew, they were bad guys. They were selling drugs and making business out of it. Hindi ko alam ang dapat maramdaman. I felt sad. They were the roots. Sila dapat ang nasasagupa sa laban sa droga. Pero hindi nangyayari. Kahit anong pagkalbo ang gawin ng kinauukulan sa dahon, hindi mamatay ang isang puno kung hindi naman nila mapapatay ang ugat. That's how they fight drugs. Ang dahon lang ang kanilang pinagtutuunan ng pansin, hindi ang ugat. Oh!
"What are you still doing here?!" Naalerto ang buong pagkatao ko nang lumabas ang isang lalaki. Iyong pumunit ng sketches ko! Magkasalubong ang kanyang kilay. "Save yourself, baby sister. Damn it."
Lumapit siya sa tayo ko. Mas lalo akong nagsumiksik sa railings. "I am w-waiting for Mr. Petrovich."
"Mr. Petrovich, huh?" may tono ito nang pang-aasar. "He is not coming back." Nagpatuloy siya sa paglapit sa akin. Umiling ako sa sinabi niya.
Umawang ang labi ko habang nanlalaki ang aking mata nang itulak niya ako sa railings. I was out of balance. Kinawag ko ang aking kamay para kumuha ng balanse. It didn't happen.
I fell. I fell in the water.
As the water splashed through me, another wave of memory flashed in my mind. It was my late mother. She was caressing my hair. I could see her youthful beauty...
"P-promise me, Rainbow, you'll tell your sister how much I love her... p-promise me, b-baby." Her eyes were like waterfalls. "I love you so much, baby."
Inabot nang maliit kong kamay ang kanyang pisngi para punasan iyon. It was just an instinct of a little kid. That's what she's doing every time I cry. "O-okay, mommy. Why are you c-crying? You are not g-going to l-leave... me, right?"
She smiled. I knew it was not like the warm smile she always gave me. "Of course not, baby."
It was a lie. She left me. She left us.
My eyes watered.
Patuloy ang paglubog ko sa kailalaliman ng dagat. Hindi ako marunong lumangoy. To be honest, I never learned anything aside from painting and academics. I closed my eyes as I waited for death. Baka oras ko na, kanina pa nagpaparamdam ang kamatayan sa akin.
I was slowly accepting it...
Something lifted me up, pushed my body in the rough surface and a soft thing crushed my lips.
[END OF CHAPTER FOUR]
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