It was a pretty suffocating place. Occasionally the sound of dripping water could be heard and was lost in the roar of the cold wind.
A silhouette slowly appeared on the dirty wall and moved slowly.
'Tuk'
There was a steady stream of liquid dripping on it.
Red, bright and eye-catching.
It oozed from the red scratches on his dirty skin. It wasn't deep, but it was long.
He slumped slowly against the wall, as if he was still. Although his short dirty hair covered his face, a drop was slowly trickling down the corner of his chin.
A slight smile on his lips.
His whole body was trembling slightly. It was pathetic. His small body was frail and rather weak.
A girl who looks 14-15 years old.
At that moment, several people's bodies were revealed by the sound of footsteps and speech. But as soon as they saw the girl in the corner, they stopped, ignoring it as if to deny its existence.
The girl's smile slowly faded.
With chapped pale lips, he asked himself in a hoarse voice, "Whose fault is this?"
She licked her dry lips.
He swallowed, his throat dry and his tongue stuck to his palate. She was so irritating that she could even smell the smell of her web. Every time he swallowed, his throat burned and it hurt.
It was silent.
It was quite late.
Her body continued to tremble as the cold wind blew. At the same time, memories were playing in his mind.
She she ... was actually a promising girl, she. He lived a peaceful life in a normal family.
How...
When...
When did it come to this?
"What happened to us ?"
His voice was shaking. His eyes were gloomy.
The street was secluded and empty. He was alone.
"I am scared"
Despite being alone for a long time.
"Hahaha!" A rude laughter was so loud and disturbing that it reached the sky.
The girl seemed to recognize the voice. His whole body stiffened and didn't move, even his breathing seemed heavy.
A large shadow appeared, followed by his profile.
When he saw the girl, he proceeded as if he was not surprised at all.
The street lamp behind him was scantly illuminated by a dim yellow light. Despite a few hums of flies and the sizzle of electricity, the silence was quite conspicuous. The dim yellow light made the atmosphere even more depressing and eerie.
"So you're here again"
He shook his drink, scratched his big belly, and walked unsteadily.
The girl reflexively shrunk her body as she saw him approaching. Her back was against the wall, she felt her wounds begin to ache again as she clenched her thin hands.
The warm hand fell on his head and stroked his hair. "Mati, let's go home" his voice was quite soft, like a father trying to persuade his naughty daughter.
The girl didn't say anything.
"Mati, you have a fever, you'll get sick if it goes like this" his rough hands covered his forehead.
At that moment, the girl understood that the cause of her hoarse headache was her high fever.
Still, he kept quiet and bowed his head.
There was silence for a while.
"Chat!" On the wall right next to him, the bottle of liquor shattered next to his face. The shards of pine smashed into his face as it swung hard.
The liquid trickled down his neck from his face, his body trembling even harder in the cold night. "Mati, my little dog. Still angry with your master, huh?"
The man continued softly, as if he hadn't made any sudden movements. "Look, I brought you food to apologize" he didn't care at all about her reaction and kept talking to himself.
Then he reached into that smudged, greasy pocket, and pulled out something heavy.
There was something rough piled in his rough hands. She forced her mouth hard before she could make out what it was in this dim darkness.
The disgusting metallic taste spread into his mouth and he gagged violently as he felt the gastric juice in his mouth. She spat on the ground, as if seeing its vague form, her body twitched violently.
"Didn't you...weird...heard that dogs like offal..I've already tried hard to get it...that cat is seriously grumpy and scratchy..." The man looked at his disgruntled hands and touched his face. Then she smiled faintly, "It's okay. If you don't like it, I have other things."
"Boy.."
He couldn't get used to this disgusting environment, no matter how often he repeated it.
The man continued to talk to himself, ignoring his reaction.
"Come on, Mati, let's go" finally ran his rough hands through her short hair and started dragging her on the floor.
She was so weak that she couldn't even resist.
-To be continued-