Bolyd already begged the life out of Samie and Ramsey to follow him to check on Mellisa's well-being.
The two manic ain't giving heed to his constant pleading but after much bothering and pestering. They decided to follow him because it seems the Bolyd of a man is not going to stop with his pestering.
At least they will choose the lesser of the two evils.
Bolyd heart gladden when they agreed to follow him. Not because he was scared of going alone but because he needs to be extra careful and probably the martial Lord might be there and he is not ready to wobble words or get his butt kicked.
He is always scared of Armstrong. So he needs these two at least to save his butt if there should be a need.
He knows they can't go ahead and heal her against their Armstrong wish. Even though Bolyd already wishes to be disobedient at least this time to save Mellisa.
She is not exactly what they named her. Even though sometimes she doubted his thoughts. You never can tell Boyld. She might be that arrow that flies by day. Who knows.
He still wishes to go ahead and save her but you don't want to go ahead of Armstrong and do as you please.
Doing that means being disobedient. Not to mention Mellisa's case. The strange and mysterious girl concealed her thoughts from all of them.
Never!!!
Go against Armstrong and get your butt whopped Or wait. Do you enjoy seeing your butt dangling for its dear life while being hanged upside down in the name of punishment?
Yes! That dark and grave-looking dungeon. Now what in the name of madness was Armstrong thinking when he built hell, caves, tunnels, and cells? Name it. Underground and call it 'The Rethinking Isles." He must be high on some crack.
A Rethinking Isles' Now that ironically means Valley of the Dead. Sure nobody wants to get tortured in there.
The thoughts alone give him shivers.
He shook his head as the three walked through the beautiful enormously designed hallways to Mellisa's room.
He wanted to check on how she is doing; ever since Armstrong gave her the healing breath, he stopped them from coming to her room. He already said 'saving her is under probability' but still go ahead to stop the poison from spreading all through her body system. He chuckled. Armstrong is just unpredictable.
Speaking of the devil. They stepped aside as he silently walk past them without minding or asking why or what they are doing there.
He looks troubled. His face was thunderous, and they are not ready to but in. He better deal with it alone.
Bolyd eyes widen like he got some shock and runs off, straight to Mellisa's room.
It can't be. No, he didn't.
Well, he already knows what to do and soon he materializes in Mellisa's room. Lifting her face and taking a thorough look at her. Making sure he didn't harm her. And when he saw how peaceful she was looking even in her sleep, he heave a relief.
Samie and Ramsey are already in the room. But just that they aren't bothered like Boyld is. They care less.
Samie sluggishly plonked himself in one of the chaise lounges. Relaxing in the comfort of the pillows. Ramsey did likewise by casually resting his head on the cabriole. Only Bolyd was sitting at the bed rim just staring at Mellisa's sleeping face.
Now they have to sit and wait while she sleeps. All thanks to crazy Bolyd for turning them into her watchmen
Samie was already lost in his thoughts. The state he saw Armstrong did something to him. It revived this inquisition in him. But he is not ready for it. He knows for Armstrong to act like he didn't see them then there is danger heating somewhere.
Well, he chooses to get normal even though he doesn't look like he is. But seeing him walking stone-faced seriously means the thing he was chasing ain't that serious.
"That's a gentleman of him to walk like that." Ramsey had said earlier immediately they entered the room. Then he halt and look at Ramsey; did he just use the word 'Gentleman' on Armstrong? That's a big and beautiful word for someone but not be used on Armstrong.
Armstrong gentleman? When? Where? How? Who schooled him?
Ramsey must be high on some hard shit to describe a beast as Armstrong as gentle.
Why does it sound like Gentleman and Armstrong can't work?
Gentleman Armstrong. Two parallel lines. They can't meet.
Samie shook his head.
Whatever he is after, he better don't get them involved. He thoughtfully hissed. He knows he isn't running away from doing his elite's work if there is a need for it. So all this constant whinging won't help. He was just not ready for any manic activities now.
The only thing he wanted to do now after checking on Mellisa's convalescing state is to plonk himself in his resort room. Listening to the thrumming music, the dangling colored bulbs dancing as well as the beautiful lighting of the whole room, him sipping his whiskey at the same time searching for the hottest baddie to get laid this night.
"No!! Not Sally" Never. That bitch bored the life out of him.
Her name is a bit closer to what she is. Silly girl. Yes! Silly and Sally. Just Alphabet differences.
He needs a real baddie lassie that will be laid by him. Now he thought about it, he flicked his tongue seductively. He misses those times he will lay down naked, gigglingly watching one baddie wiggling her juicy ass for him to behold.
Jezzzzz... He scratched his head. He is lacking behind. He missed his precious Summer. That one. She is exactly what Summer is. Especially while riding him. The way she wiggled her ass and swallow his whole dick.
What a whole whore with the hole.
Gosh... She must be a pro. Well; he enjoyed every bit of it. Yes! The real Summer with the bummer. Now he can't wait to ride the bitch again. He is going to fvck some sense into her.
He had always enjoyed his submissiveness; how she raised her left butt for him to do his perfect dick work-out.
What a scrumptious meal.
He was jerked back to reality with a hard kick right on his head.
That Ramsey. Another slut of a man. Partner in crimes.
He anxiously stared at him.
"What are you thinking?" And Samie cracked up. He knows he knows what was thinking. That one.
"A rest at the Resort." He chuckled.
"Gosh," Ramsey bites his forefinger, snapping them mid-air. He just can't believe Samie.
Of all things to cloud his thoughts.
"You....he points his forefinger at him. "You are done for real." He giggled, throwing his head backward.
But did he lied?
Samie is just another dick-head. Of all things to think about in times like this is how to dick and spork a baddie. What a pervert thinking.
He chortled at Ramsey's statement. Yes. He got needs and someone else needs to solve them at the same time he solves theirs.
Going to the hotel means solving and quenching his kinky needs at same time-solving someone's else financial needs.
Trade by barter. Everybody is on the gaining side. And he paid hugely.
So lassies surround him. Baba for the girls. Once he thought of building his small hotel and becoming a hotelier. Not just for the lodging and other ceremonial rent out; he also wants to be getting his daily dues of being laid for free. Imagine getting all the baddies working for the night, wiggling their ass at him and he got to choose which one he wants to lay. They all want to have a taste of his input device.
He shoved the thoughts and ideas at the back of his mind. Money is not and will never be his problem. He already got enough of it. Tons of it that can feed a generation for life. And besides, he knows that running a hotel also means opening a nightclub where innocent lassies are traded just to satisfy insatiably horrible-looking men. Yuck... He rather not venture into it. Yes, he loves digging holes but he is always conscious of the one to dig. Being a customer is better than having a building where lassies are being laid each passing day... Yuck.....He spats.
He stretched his neck, twisting his hands. He is tired. Who wouldn't be?
He has been sitting for hours since, watching the sleeping beauty. All thanks to Boyld who won't stop talking about Mellisa. Making their ears bleed now they have no choice but to come with him here just to help him keep an eye on her.
He yawns, strengthening his pants.
Now he wondered why she doesn't look like she is waking up anytime soon. He checked his time, it was almost evening, which means they have been sitting for rogue six hours watching sleeping beauty. And Armstrong is not back too.
When he was still in his thoughts, he heard a faintly wincing sound and peered at the bed.
It was Mellisa.
She winced in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open.
"Thank Goodness." He breathed relief. Now Bolyd will let them be.
Mellisa's eyes fluttered open and she stay put, her eyes swirling around the ceiling before she managed to turn her face and behold the men staring at her.
How long has she slept? And why does it look like she was being watched?
Hope they aren't planning to strangle her to death. Exactly what you will think when you have paranoia as your best friend for the past weeks.
She knows she ain't safe, so thinking crass is a part of her now.
At least the men in right now don't look scary even though looks can sometimes be deceitful.
She tried to stand up when one of Samie stood up advancing towards her.
"Now what is this one trying to do again?"