JANE
Get ready for the ultimate showdown!
BoRat and Figaro are revving up their engines, and you're beseeching for your top pick. Just don't forget to send some prayers to BoRat's trusty old bike – it's got outdated specs and can't keep up with Figaro's souped-up ride.
If your candidate emerges victorious, I'll be convinced that he's divinely favored. If I had to choose between the two, my answer is - neither - I'm frustrated with both. Second-rate and trying hard.
You're anxiously awaiting BoRat's arrival, optimistic that he'll avoid Figaro's deceit throughout their competition. Meanwhile, I'm concerned from my vantage point, unsure of BoRat's status: has his motorcycle broken down, run out of fuel, or worse, fallen victim to violence? Gaze up at the sky, Burgundy.
The sky is like a blank parchment paper filled with a dark liquid from the inkwell, and the poet of the night has created a literary piece, with the glowing night gemstones and the radiant lunar orb. And all who beheld His work were left in awe, mesmerized by His pristine genius.
Meanwhile, the earth we tread is like a word-weaver's cloth, and our lives are the literary piece. We are the poets of our own lives, and on this night, we weave a poem from our adventures, with colorful vending machines, stores, buildings, and streetlights serving as our stars, and resilience as our moon.
And here comes Figaro. I can already see his impending victory as he approaches the finish line. But you're overcome with worry, especially for your friend Fluffy. However, Figaro's motorcycle engine overheated, slowing him down and giving BoRat a chance to catch up and win the race.
You rejoiced and even hugged BoRat, while I merely puffed smoke from my cigarette. Then, the StreetVikings swooped in and separated you two. Two burly men stood guard over you. BoRat was surrounded by StreetVikings wielding baseball bats, and he was completely at their mercy.
BoRat was brutally attacked from behind with a baseball bat, slamming him to the ground. The blows continued relentlessly, with Figaro's rage-fueled strikes leading the assault, threatening BoRat's life. Your screams echoed out, unstoppable until exhaustion set in. The gruesome scene of BoRat's blood splattered across the concrete was too much to bear.
"Stop it! Aren't you satisfied with what you're doing? Don't you have any pity?"
"Why should we stop when your friend seems to want us to continue? We haven't heard him surrender yet."
"Rigolos, please, just do what Figaro said. I can't bear seeing you hurt anymore. I'm drained from all the pain they're causing you."
BoRat surrendered, raising his hand in defeat. Figaro called off the assault, and the two of you were left at the finish line. You sat on the cold concrete, with BoRat lying battered and bloodied beside you.
You gazed at BoRat's battered face, taking in the severity of his wounds. Warm blood streamed from his forehead and head, a testament to his suffering. Your heart ached for the sacrifice he made for your friend. Tears streamed down as you gently caressed his cheek. BoRat lay unconscious, until your tears fell on his closed eyes, and he stirred back to life.
As you tenderly cleaned the blood from his skin with your handkerchief, BoRat let out a faint groan.
"You're laughing despite how you look?"
"I've gone a long time without suffering physical harm. The last incident was with my stepfather while he still lived with us. But there's a strange satisfaction in being beaten when you're standing up for something."
"You're a rockstar for saving Rosie's life. If you're willing to sacrifice for my friend, I'm sure you'd do the same for me. But I won't put you in harm's way. A true friend doesn't put others at risk. I'll fight for myself."
"Jane, you're courageous, but as your friend, I'll also fight for you if needed. But how did this happen? We both lied - you to Grewean, and I to my mom. Grewean thinks you visited my mom, while my mom believes we're attending Carlyle's birthday party. Mama will be shocked when she sees my condition."
"Your mom's health is fragile, and worries will exacerbate it. Please stay with Rosie's family until you recover. Tell Tita Celeste you're focused on school and the upcoming motocross event that's why you can't can home for a couple of days. Return home when your bruises have faded a bit."
"I understand, but my mom really needs me, Jane. I have to be there for her."
"Don't fret, I'll still visit your mom despite Grewean's displeasure. I'll provide her guidance and support."
"Jane, thank you, but are you in pain? I improvised a pillow. You're worn out, so let's rest before heading to Rosie's. Take some time to relax. You've been crying a lot. Use my jacket as a cover and snuggle up beside me."
"Don't worry about driving the motorcycle later. I'll drive you instead."
You adhered to BoRat's guidance. Removing his jacket, you repurposed it as a blanket, flopped down together, face-to-face. I left you two sleeping in the middle of the road, at the finish line. I needed to head home since I had to feed my bulldog, Stinky, and when did I ever care about that annoying woman?
As I passed by your house, it was already closed, the lights were out, and Sadboy was seemingly asleep. But I'm not sure if he's really sleeping, given that people like him usually prowl around at this hour.
When I opened Stinky's cage, I found her still awake and glaring at me with angry eyes. I hesitated, but with her still tied to her chair, I placed the food in front of her. As soon as I removed her muzzle, she let out a foul odor, like the stench of rotting flesh.
"What's taking you so long? Are you starving me to death?" She chewed me out, and I just stood there silently.
"You have food, but still share your misery? So ingrate."
"I appreciate the food, but next time, bring extra, okay?"
"What if I give you less food to consume? I'd rather see you get annoyed from hunger. You reek! Tomorrow, shower and use all the mouthwash to eliminate that foul breath." She gave me a frosty stare, assuming I'd take the bait.
"Hold on, will you be the one bathing me?" She tried to sound seductive, but I just gave her a tabula rasa look, uninterested in the hostility she had in mind.
After finishing Stinky's dinner and giving her the sedative, I headed upstairs to get some rest, Burgundy. Tomorrow's schedule demands I recharge. I collapsed onto the bed, hot and naked as usual, and shut my eyes.
A nagging question disrupted my sleep. I wondered, how does Stinky manage to defecate while being tied up? Considering she only eats once or twice daily, her digestion is minimal - and frankly, I no longer worry about her bathroom habits, I just want to rest.
I woke up again to the sound of a motorcycle outside. When I went to the window, I was greeted by the morning sun. It was morning already. I saw you, Burgundy, returning home with BoRat's motorcycle. Before heading downstairs, I quickly dressed in a long-sleeved shirt with an archon design and briefs.
Holding binoculars, I drew back the large curtain by the living room window and saw you, Burgundy, hesitating outside the door: wondering whether to knock, press the doorbell, or call BoRat. You opted to call out his name, and he let you in, visibly annoyed with you again. You both headed to the living room. He sat in his favorite chair and resumed reading the newspaper while you removed your jacket.
"I was planning to provide some financial assistance for her medication, but you didn't come home. You could have sent her help. So, what's the update on Rigolos' mother's condition?"
"Tita Celeste still battling on. She was overjoyed when she saw me. I wish I could visit her often so she can recover quickly.
"Really? And what else did you do with them? Did you have a movie marathon? Play solitaire? What?"
"We just chatted and rested, that's all."
"You rested after chatting? It's heartbreaking, and you've probably shared many stories with her since you haven't visited her in a long time. However, I wasn't aware of that. When I visited their house, you weren't there. You attended your friend's birthday, right?" You were shocked by Sadboy's revelation. You started getting annoyed with him, clenching your fists.
"What came into your mind when you go there?"
"I just want to know if you're telling the truth, despite your repeated lies to me. I knew something was off about your actions, but I chose to trust your words anyway. At first, your friend Carlyle was tight-lipped, but later, she revealed to me that you both went to Camomile Street." Your teeth clenched in irritation, and your eyes narrowed, yet Sadboy continued to stare at the newspaper, unable to concentrate on the words.
"So what if Rigolos and I did go there? I'm home safe now, and nothing bad happened to me, so stop worrying." Sadboy slammed the newspaper on the coffee table and stood up. His anger left him breathless.
"Why are you so careless about things that clearly affect me? You're being incredibly insensitive. Be thankful I trust Rigolos and let you spend time with him!"
"Don't compare yourself to Rigolos. You're vastly different! He understands me, whereas you're only concerned with your own interests!"
"You accuse me of being self-absorbed? I'm the one constantly worried about you, but I'm always the one to blame? Mark my words, once you're embroiled in Montevallo's troubles, you'll lose him for good!"
"If you drive us apart, I'll walk out of this house! You'll lose me forever, and if we ever meet again, I'll have forgotten you due to amnesia." You covered your ears and closed your eyes, not wanting to hear what he had to say. You didn't want to because it would only disturb you and haunt your dreams.
"You think you can leave me? Even if you walk away, I'll still be watching over you, protecting you. If everyone else abandons you, I'll be here, ready to care for you. You'll regret hurting me, and I'll forgive you. Tears will fall when you realize my kindness towards you!"
In frustration, you rushed up the stairs. You stormed into your room, slamming the door behind you, and probably collapsed against it, overcome with tears. Meanwhile, I returned to my spot and closed the curtain, shutting out the scene.
I approached Stinky's location because I wanted her to shower, dress, and smell good before I head to LeCentral. I entered her room and, acting as her alarm clock, I gently kicked her lower leg to wake her up.
She was deeply asleep, but upon waking, her gaze fixed on my attire, particularly the noticeable bulge. I freed her from her restraints. She seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. Yet, one misstep would prompt me to fire this rifle, still trained on her.
"Get in the bathroom. Your bath essentials are ready. Make sure to lather up your skin, you still smell sulfurous. And use plenty of shampoo on your hair."
"I'll comply, but my hands are trembling. Can you soap me up instead?"
"You're beyond the age of needing assistance with bathing. And can you please stop speaking in that annoying, purring sound? It's getting on my nerves."
"Well, this is just how I talk, especially to guys who play hard to get. It's like I'm itching to tease, but is it alright If I undress in front of you?"
"You're being too theatrical. Move faster! I just want to remind you that your beauty meets the standards of miniature bulldogs. Don't flaunt it in front of me."
"You're exaggerating. You probably have vision issues, or you'd notice my resemblance to Angelina Jolie. Alright, I'm going to the bathroom, but I will leave the door open so you can supervise."
"Boo, hurry up! You have quite the nerve to liken yourself to a Hollywood star when your credentials are limited to a minor role in a school project."
"Okay, I'll remove my clothes now. Close your eyes or I'll think you're trying to sneak a peek at my private treasures."
"Among all the ivory globes and treasured grottos I've seen, yours are the most deconstructed and lackluster. I told you to take a bath, not fondle with your breasts. You'll be in deep trouble if you don't speed up."
"Your attitude is appalling, it's no surprise that girl from across the street can't stand you. You're a red flag. How about you bathe with Clorox to remove your diabolical traits and become a better person."
I shot her in the knee to inflict unbearable pain. She swore at me, and any further insults would result in another shot to her other knee. It's wiser for her to remain silent, finish bathing, and bear the agony.
Once she was dressed, I re-bound her. She now sits on the cushion I've placed on the floor, near her bathroom. I tended to her knee wound, and my irritation has subsided. She looks presentable when dressed properly.
After freshening up, I rejoined you in the living room. Through the window, I observed you and Sadboy. You ate breakfast in front of the TV as Sadboy, formally dressed, stood by your side, displaying a dominant and perverse aura.Though he bid farewell, you disregarded him.
He drew near, kissed your forehead, and then departed.
You felt irritated, inclined to shower and shampoo your hair once more.
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