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Chapter 3 - chapter three- Kanat Dorofey

π‘¨π’π’ˆπ’†π’π’”β€”π’‘π’†π’π’‘π’π’† 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 π’•π’“π’šπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒕𝒐 π’Šπ’Žπ’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’π’† π’•π’‰π’†π’Šπ’“ 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔, π’„π’π’Žπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒖𝒑 π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ π’—π’‚π’ˆπ’–π’† π’…π’†π’”π’„π’“π’Šπ’‘π’•π’Šπ’π’π’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’”π’Œπ’†π’•π’„π’‰π’š π’‡π’Šπ’ˆπ’–π’“π’†π’”, π’‚π’π’˜π’‚π’šπ’” π’‡π’‚π’π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑰 π’‚π’Ž, π’π’π’π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 π’–π’π’…π’†π’π’Šπ’‚π’ƒπ’π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Žπ’π’”π’• π’ˆπ’π’“π’ˆπ’†π’π’–π’” π’‡π’–π’„π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ π’˜π’π’Žπ’‚π’ 𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑰 π’”π’˜π’†π’‚π’“, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 π‘¨π’‘π’‰π’“π’π’…π’Šπ’•π’† π’˜π’π’–π’π’…π’'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’š 𝒔𝒉𝒆 π’„π’‚π’“π’“π’Šπ’†π’” 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’š 𝒔𝒉𝒆 π’†π’™π’Šπ’”π’•π’”β€”π’Šπ’•'𝒔 π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 π’ƒπ’†π’šπ’π’π’… π’‰π’–π’Žπ’‚π’ π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’–π’•π’š, π’π’Šπ’Œπ’† 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’…π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’†, π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’π’•π’‰π’†π’“π’˜π’π’“π’π’…π’π’š. π‘«π’‚π’“π’Šπ’‚ π‘¨π’“π’˜π’†π’β€”π’‰π’†π’“ π’‚π’Žπ’ƒπ’†π’“ π’†π’šπ’†π’” 𝒂𝒓𝒆 π’Žπ’†π’”π’Žπ’†π’“π’Šπ’›π’Šπ’π’ˆ. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒓 π’“π’Šπ’Ž 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’Šπ’“π’Šπ’”, 𝒂 𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 π’‰π’π’π’†π’š 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’”π’–π’π’‡π’π’π’˜π’†π’“, 𝒄𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒔 π’‚π’•π’•π’†π’π’•π’Šπ’π’, π’”π’˜π’Šπ’“π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’‘π’–π’‘π’Šπ’ π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒂𝒏 π’‚π’π’Žπ’π’”π’• π’‰π’šπ’‘π’π’π’•π’Šπ’„ 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 π’”π’–π’π’π’Šπ’ˆπ’‰π’• π’‰π’Šπ’•π’” π’•π’‰π’†π’Ž, π’•π’‰π’†π’š π’ˆπ’π’π’˜ 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 π’Žπ’π’“π’†, π’•π’–π’“π’π’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’ˆπ’‚π’›π’† π’Šπ’π’•π’ π’”π’π’Žπ’†π’•π’‰π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’Žπ’‚π’ˆπ’Šπ’„π’‚π’. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 π’“π’π’”π’š π’„π’‰π’†π’†π’Œπ’” 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’π’Šπ’‘π’”, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Šπ’π’—π’Šπ’•π’Šπ’π’ˆ, 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Œπ’Šπ’π’… 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 π’ƒπ’“π’Šπ’π’ˆ π’‚π’π’šπ’π’π’† 𝒕𝒐 π’•π’‰π’†π’Šπ’“ π’Œπ’π’†π’†π’”, π’ƒπ’†π’ˆπ’ˆπ’Šπ’π’ˆ 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 π’Œπ’Šπ’”π’”. 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’–π’•π’Šπ’‡π’–π’; 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 π’…π’Šπ’—π’Šπ’π’†, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’Œπ’Šπ’π’… 𝒐𝒇 π’ƒπ’†π’‚π’–π’•π’š 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 π’‚π’π’Žπ’π’”π’• 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒔 π’Šπ’‡ 𝒔𝒉𝒆 π’˜π’‚π’” 𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒍𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒅 π’ƒπ’š π’ˆπ’π’…π’” π’•π’‰π’†π’Žπ’”π’†π’π’—π’†π’”.

She didn't notice me standing just behind the newcomer, who'd been hired at the same time as me. It wasn't her fault; I got so nervous I unintentionally shrank back, hiding in plain sight. She walked right past, so close I could smell her. That scentβ€”it's impossible to describe, unique and intoxicating. I've tried to find it, sampling over 452 different fragrances across the city, but nothing comes close. It's hers and hers alone, as unforgettable as she is.

"Mr. Jack called you both inside," the boss's assistant said, catching me off guard. I nodded, trying to compose myself as we both walked into the office. Mr. Jack was already seated, staring intensely. His eyes weren't on me, weren't on the other person eitherβ€”I followed his gaze and, of course, he was looking at her. That deep, unsettling look in his eyes, i wanted to burn those eyes deep in sulphuric. the only person who has the right to look at her this way is me and me only.

"I've heard a lot about your work. Your CV is quite impressive..." Jack starts, his eyes onto me but I can tell, just by looking at themβ€”he doesn't like me. Not even a little.

"...but that doesn't mean I'll be offering you any privileges right off the bat. You'll have to earn your way here," he continues,

his tone laced with barely concealed condescension. There's something oppressive in his voice, like he's already decided how things are going to go.

Then, shifting his focus to the other person, Jack launched into one of his long, self-indulgent speechesβ€”talking about how great he is, how capable, how everyone should be grateful to work for him. It was almost painful to sit through.

After his ego-fueled rant, he finally ordered his assistant to show us around the office thoroughly. At least that would be a break from listening to him.

i don't belong here, this is not my place, i am here just for her, just so i can spend my time looking at her. anyone might not recognise but it's a definite blessing to have the opportunity of looking her. it's been years since i first fell in love and my feelings grew gradually. the more she exist the more it'll increase and even if she doesn't exist anymore, my feelings for her are just proportionate to time. In the Special Theory of Relativity, Einstein determined that time is relativeβ€”in other words, the rate at which time passes depends on your frame of reference, for me time is relative to her, she exists and for her i exist too.

As Jack's assistant, Hera, guided us around the office, a wave of discomfortβ€”and something close to a burning feeling β€”began to bubble up inside me. Why were there so many men here? And why do they get to see her every day, but I don't? They all looked filthy, like predators lurking in plain sight, watching her with their greedy eyes. It felt wrong, like they didn't deserve to even be in her presence.

Each of them seemed harmful, my Daria is so delicate, she's as Delicate as flowers. taking care of her has always been my favourite chore.

I still remember that dayβ€”it rained, just like today. Daria loves the rain- as pure as she is. It was about three years ago. She was at home, going about her day like usual. I can still picture itβ€”white shorts, a pink tank top. She didn't need to try, didn't put any effort into how she looked, yet somehow, she was still effortlessly ethereal.

The kind of beauty that makes any man lose his mind. Hell I was turned on just from a glance afar.

A man showed up at her door that day, posing as a salesman. But his intentions shifted the moment he laid eyes on her,He tried to force himself on her, to touch her.

But he forgot who he was dealing withβ€”Daria, my wife, standing right in front of him. He didn't know the fire he'd ignited.

She stabbed himβ€”32 times. No hesitation, no second thoughts. He thought he could overpower her, but in the end, you need to understand it's her.

32 stabs were from Daria but i wanted to give him something more special and specific. for what he tried to did, easy death is not a punishment.

My kind-hearted Daria left him half-alive, buried deep underground. My heart clenched watching herβ€”she shouldn't have to do all this hard work, shouldn't have to be so damn merciful to people who hurt her. But I could only help from a distance, unable to take that weight off her shoulders.

Once she was done, I dug the man out. And to my satisfaction, he was still alive, barely clinging to life. That's when I removed every single trace that could lead back to Daria. I have access to every camera in her areaβ€”hell, not just her area. I can tap into any camera I want. I erased her presence from the footage.

Even though those grainy, low-res videos wouldn't have been enough to pin anything on her, I don't take chances. Daria's safety comes before everything, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her out of harm's way.

The roads in front of her house? No cameras. The neighbors? Too distant and uninterested to care. It's a godsend in situations like this,but it terrifies me that Daria still lives in that old house her parents left behind. It's too remote, too isolated. Anything could happen, and no one would know. That thought gnaws at me every time.

I treated the man's wounds, brought him back to consciousness, and that's when his real fucking punishment began. For 204 days, I kept him in the basement. He didn't get to die right away; no, that would've been too easy. Hydrofluoric acid became my closest ally during that time. I watched as his skin peeled away, burned, and turned black, each layer eaten away. Every scream that tore from his throat as his flesh dissolved gave me a sense of inner satisfaction, How dare he even think about touching my woman, my Daria,

I didn't let him die, but I didn't let him live, either. Every day, I kept him teetering on the edgeβ€”just close enough to death that he could feel it looming but not close enough to slip away. There was no escape, no hope, and no end in sight.

Until one day, I made a mistake. I left a knife too close to him. He took the coward's way out, plunged the blade into himself, and ended it on his terms. The bastard didn't deserve the mercy, but in the end, he wasn't strong enough to endure the punishment I had planned for him. lastly i fed his body to my cute little chihuahuas, they didn't like him either.

π‘«π’‚π’“π’Šπ’‚ π’Šπ’” 𝒕𝒉𝒆 π’–π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’† 𝒂𝒏𝒅 π’Š π’π’Šπ’—π’† π’Šπ’ 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 π’–π’π’Šπ’—π’†π’“π’”π’†, π’Šπ’‡ 𝒔𝒉𝒆 π’‚π’”π’Œπ’” π’Žπ’† 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 π’Žπ’š 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕, π’Š π’˜π’π’–π’π’… 𝒅𝒐 π’Šπ’• π’˜π’Šπ’•π’‰ 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒓.

"This is your desk, Mr. Dorofey," Hera says, guiding me to my seat. Right next to me, unfortunately, is Mark with his smug face planted behind his computer screen. I already know Daria despises him, and if anyone knows what's coming to him, it's me. His karma's on the horizon, but for now, the mf will just have to wait.

Mark looks up, grinning in that sleazy way of his. "Hey, you must be the newcomer. Welcome to the company, man."

I nod, trying to keep my expression neutral but I can already feel the irritation rising. "Thanks."

He leans back in his chair, eyeing me up and down before speaking again. "So, you're the one all the girls here have been talking about."

I frown, not really understanding what he's implying. "Sorry, I didn't get you."

"Oh, you'll get it soon enough." He chuckles like he knows something I don't. "They've been losing their minds over how you look. Thought you were some kind of model or something before you started here."

I force a polite smile, even though my insides are churning with disgust. "Didn't know my looks were part of the hiring process."

Mark laughs, a little too loudly. "You'd be surprised. Around here, appearance gets you noticed more than anything else"

Hera, still standing nearby, rolls her eyes but says nothing. I glance at her, and she gives me a lookβ€”one that says she's not a fan of Mark either.

"You'll get used to it," Mark continues, still grinning like he's doing me some kind of favor. "Girls here don't hold back. They talk, they watch. They know everything."

I resist the urge to snap at him, but his slimy demeanor is wearing thin fast. "I'm here to work, not to entertain gossip."

"Ah, the strong, silent type," Mark says, leaning closer, his voice dropping as if we're sharing a secret. "That'll only make them more curious. Trust me, I've been here long enough to know how it works, girls here are all the same, slutty "

I'm done with the conversation, but Mark doesn't seem to pick up on the hint. "Look, man, if you ever need tips on navigating the ladies here, you know where to find me"

Before I can respond, Hera cuts in, her tone clipped. "Mark, don't you have a report to finish?"

He shrugs, unfazed, and turns back to his screen. "Yeah, yeah. Just trying to help the new guy."

Hera gives me a sympathetic smile and gestures toward the break room. "Coffee's in there if you need it. And trust me, you will. Welcome to the office, Mr. Dorofey."

As she walks away, I shoot a glare at Mark, who's already too absorbed in his own world to notice. He'll get what's coming to him eventually. Until then, I'll just keep my distanceβ€”

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