Allail looked up at Lascrea's trembling face, he looked carefully up and down, and then he smiled.
"Hup!" Allail held the Lascrea slowly, and at that moment his face lit up as the cruel devil had gone soft as if he were holding a broken eggshell.
Lascrea improvised Allail's face, without even blinking. But all of this was a mere illusion, and when he reached the top of his bed, Allail quickly threw back the woman's conscious body on her shoulders with extreme tenderness.
Bruk!
"Awww." Lascrea felt the pain of her tail bone that directly collided with that ancient, ancient log bed. As lascrea neared his pain, the man in front of him had finished taking off his wedding clothes and showing his perfect body.
"Kyaaa! What are you doing?" Lascrea was shocked to see that Allail had stripped his upper clothing perfectly.
"What else? Of course, enjoy this wedding night with my wife," Allail said, squeezing the Lascrea's chin.
"Get off me!" Lascrea tried to flee before Allail but was held captive by Allail in an instant.
"You will not escape this room, you will never escape my grasp, Amone," said allail, who had once kissed Lascrea by force.
Not to be quiet, the lascrea was forced to bite Allail's lip to pieces. "I'm not Amone, I don't care who Amone is, let me go!"
"Amone, you don't mess with me, I'll never be fooled by your words again, you better shut up and fulfill your duties!"
After that, Allail forced Lascrea, which had no memory of her previous life to serve. Violently Allal takes the first thing from Lascrea brutally and painfully, a pain that Lascrea had never felt in her entire life. Lascrea can only cry, treated like crap in front of that constantly changing man, sometimes he smiles, sometimes he gets angry, all unpredictable.
Gradually Allail kissed the corner of his eye, which still had tears and was so red, he kissed softly, like he was full of love. "Don't cry, Amone! It'll all be over soon."
"If you hate me, why are you looking at me with that expression?" Lascrea asked in her heart as she looked Allail in the face and kept showering him with tiny kisses until the pain she felt was less overwhelming.
***
"Oh!"
Lascrea awoke from her sleep a moment later.
"What happened? Did I faint? SHHH," Lascrea slurred at the sight of the room she had built up and left alone with no clothes on.
"My poor hips, it's so painful!" Lascrea rubbed her badly hurt waist as if she had been bruised.
Lascrea looked around and looked for the water, suddenly.
Knock, knock!
"Our queen, we were ordered to take care of all of your needs from now on," said the two women waiting for permission to enter the room that Lascrea was in.
"Ah? Come in," Lascrea said to both of them, Lascrea would not wish to refer to anything relating to Allail, but she was completely unable to move, even moving a finger seemed to be very difficult.
With Lascrea's permission, they went inside with warm water, towels, and a change of clothing that looked very old, like clothing from an old fairy tale.
"My queen, from now on we shall attend to your every need. Eating, drinking, bathing, walking, all of us who would help the queen," they both explained to Lascrea as they continued to wipe her body slowly with the warm water they were carrying.
"Excuse me, I have to ask, are you guys, ghost?" asked Lascrea, glaring at the feet of the court ladies, who barely touched the floor.
"We're practically ghosts, and we're not. We are spirits that were saved by king Allail when he was cast into hell. The queen is a very fortunate woman to be king Allail's wife, he has never even been married until now, and he hasn't had a relationship with any woman for a thousand years because-"
"Shush!"
The other woman immediately struck her on the hand of the other, as if to suggest that she should not say it to Lascrea.
"What's wrong? Because what?" Lascrea was confused because they left their story behind and just stared at each other.
"I'm sorry, your majesty, but we're excused. Have a good rest, your majesty." The two ladies left Lascrea's room as soon as they finished putting clothes on Lascrea, and she didn't know how they were going to put them on without her feeling.
"Well, ouch!" Lascrea patted her forehead because she had forgotten to ask where the water was on that woman.
Before long, Allail reentered his room like a prince, his shiny palm skin with no stain on it, his long hair tied together like a knight in action films, and the clothes proved he was the king with the red lotus marks on his forehead.
"How are you?" asked Allail while sitting on the edge of the bed.
"I...Well," Lascrea replied, looking the other way, she suddenly became embarrassed at the thought of what they had done last night.
Allail smiled, "why don't I take a look?" Allail tries to get to Lascrea's body and draws it close to his.
"Let go of me!" Lascrea shouted with a pale face and trembling hands.
"I'm sorry, Amone!" Allail suddenly apologized and hugged Lascrea's body tightly while closing his eyes like a penitent.
"Why are you apologizing? What are you planning to do this time?" Lascrea snapped while keeping Allail's tightly huddled body close together.
"Amon..."
Plakk!
Lascrea was so insufferable it was called Amone, Amone, and Amone had accidentally slapped Allail's handsome face so hard that he held his cheek.
"It doesn't hurt at all, you want to hit me no matter how much it hurts because I hate you so much," he says with his hand pulling out Lascrea's hair like the first time they met.
"What do you want? First, you're bad, then you turn into a warm person, now you're different. What do you want? Who are you? Who am I? Why would I want to deal with a guy that I don't even know how to live or die, huh!" Lascrea let go of emotions in her heart at a time that sent Allail into a fit of rage.
"You will never know, this heart of yours, your rotten heart that betrays this man will never know!" says Allail right over the heart of Lascrea with a face that looked so wounded, Lascrea's eyes suddenly turned into what they were a thousand years ago. Lascrea touched Allail's cheek gently, warm against her arm when it came in contact with Allail's skin, Allail fell asleep in the changing touch of the Lascrea.
"Allail, it's me Amone," Lascrea blurted with a sad, sad face.
"Amon, wait -" when Allail spoke more, her eyes returned to normal human eyes.
"Amone, Amone!" Allail violently shook her body.
"Let me go!" Lascrea snapped with a view very different from what Amon had when he looked at her just now.
"You're arrogant You're not her," he says shaking his head.
At that moment, allail took off the body of Lascrea in his arms and then walked out of him, slamming the door behind him.