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"Now then, it's main course time," the person in a happy and joyful voice called out near Helma.
The one who whispered to Helma, whispered cheerfully like a child rejoicing at getting a new toy, or getting what she wanted.
She said as if She was going for a walk or going back to her hometown. It's really a cheerful voice without the slightest burden on the voice even though it's spoken in a whisper.
'Crazy psycho!' Helma thought as she heard the whispers.
She felt like She was in the middle of the gore film or psychopathic film that She had been watching, only the feeling She was currently feeling was really gripping and made her whole body feel cold.
Especially for the soles of the feet and hands. Like She had just come out of the refrigerator as a result of her fear of what would happen to her after hearing that person's voice. Because just by hearing it, it was like She was going to die.
"Kimi wa hontōni kawaii ne" whispered the person in Japanese while gently caressing Helma's face, and Helma could feel like a soft rubber material wrapped around the person's fingers. Like a doctor's glove.
"Demo..." the person whispered in Helma's ear again while continuing to caress Helma's face. "Watashi wa mo~tsu to kireidesu!" the person continued but this time her voice was suppressed and sounded angry, which was followed by the movement of the hand that was originally caressing Helma's face, turning to grip Helma's chin hard.
"Your face isn't even better than my pet! Look, blackheads and oil everywhere, it's disgusting when someone like you feels beautiful and proud,!" cursing the person right in front of Helma's face but still maintaining the intonation of her whispering voice even though she was angry.
And worst of all, when angry, the person spoke with saliva that kept pouring down Helma's face until she felt disgusted and wanted to be angry. However, her fear stopped her because She honestly didn't want to die or be tortured for offending people in front of her.
But She really wanted to be angry!
"So- can we start?" whispered the people in low voices.
Helma who heard that person's voice immediately felt a shiver of fear. The knuckle of her neck stood up because She felt the coldness of those words.
The person spoke in a half-whispered voice that was quite familiar to her, but quite foreign too because She couldn't remember who had a voice like the person who was now out of nowhere.
Right now Halma was really feeling scared. Aggravated by her eyes being closed, the atmosphere suddenly became still and quiet because the person was silent.
The person really didn't make a sound, but faintly She could hear some small sounds, such as small creaks, small steps, the sound of nocturnal animals and so on. her hearing is sharpened because her eyes are closed so She can't see the surroundings, and that role is replaced by the ear.
And the more Halma guessed what was going on around her, the more frightened she felt. It seemed, the feeling of wariness was multiplying because She really couldn't see what exactly the person was doing.
"What exactly do you want?!" At last Helma was furiously frustrated by the uncertainty surrounding her. Plus a bad feeling doesn't always haunt her.
She was scared.
"Hehe... What's your favorite song title?" asked the person whispering in a low voice that She could not guess who the owner of the voice was. "Ah, I know, the song you like is a Korean song, from black pink, I'll play that song for a moment before we play with your beautiful face," the person said again while fiddling with her cellphone.
For a moment Helma could only hear the sound of the phone screen being touched and shifted in response to the touch of the person's finger before finally a pitched voice was heard.
Helma could hear the person's cell phone tone every time she touched the screen, before being beaten by one of the popular black pink songs. The one on the person's cell phone.
The person walked away, leaving her cell phone before taking the time to whisper.
"Well... This time we really are going to start, besides the iron is getting hot," said the person leaving Helma, before taking the time to pat Helma's shoulder and then walk in a different direction.
"Soon," said the person next.
The person seemed to be playing with Helma's emotions.
Obviously, every word that person spoke, Helma immediately felt frightened, but was made more and more uneasy because the person kept trying to buy time and put it off. So that Helma is getting frustrated in the fear that is getting worse because of overthinking.
Especially the current atmosphere really made it impossible not to overthink. Because the current atmosphere suddenly became unpredictable for Helma.
the sound of music was quite loud in the closed room, clearly disturbing the hearing that Helma relied on because her eyes were covered by the cloth. But her sensitivity is reduced because of the sound of music, so She can no longer hear what the person is doing.
After She said 'in a moment', the person was completely silent as if She was waiting for the right time. And something was a little bit confusing for Helma, and she became a little curious in her silence. Earlier, She heard the person say the word 'strika', or did She hear wrong? After all, what is the iron for?
3 minutes passed, just as the first set ended, Helma heard the footsteps of the person approaching.
"Well, you're better after hearing your favorite BlackPink song right?, now let's listen to my favorite voice along with your favorite song," continued the person chuckling while whispering to Helma.
"What do you really want?!" shouted Helma panicked at the man's chuckle.
She's really scared!
"Okay, let's get started."
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TBC