Kaminoniki - Chapter 39 Chapter 33

“…I don’t want to hurt anyone…” Medusa weakly said.

“It’s fine baby…You don’t need to hurt anyone. I’ll be your guardian!” The boy smiles. It is a weird and cold smile to the world, but it is a smile of a savior in Medusa’s eyes.

“You will?” Medusa’s heart is melting. No one in her life ever makes a promise as the boy did.

“Yes, I will. Even if the world turns its back on you, I will stand by your side and protect from all ‘evil’” The boy deepen his voice when he said the word evil; then he takes a sip of his wine.

“…” Medusa didn’t reply the boy anything, but the silence shows what Medusa’s heart wanted to say.

“Okay, let’s continue with our story, shall we?” The boy takes a sip of his wine gets up from his chair with the cup of wine and walks towards Medusa.

Medusa doesn’t know that the boy left his sit and is now walking towards her; she keeps her face down after hearing what the boy said to her.

The boy slowly walks closer to Medusa and wraps one of his arms around Medusa’s neck and kiss Medusa on the back of her head and gently said,

“Can I have your soul?”

Medusa was shocked and surprised at first when the boy wraps his arm around then her face turns blood red because of what the boy said to her. Medusa feels the boy’s breath, his scent, his kindness, his heart.

“My souls?” Medusa blushes; in her mind whatever the boy said is another way to confess his feeling for her.

“Yes…Your soul…” The boy’s tone of voice is seductive and attempting; making Medusa’s mind goes blank.

“Can I?…” The boy softly whispers in Medusa’s ear, calm and charming; it is like the voice of an angle.

“Yes…You can…My soul is yours to take…” Medusa completely lost it. After hearing that seductive voice, then promises the boy her soul.

“Yes…You’re mine…” The boy continues to whisper in Medusa’s ear; then he takes a big sip of his wine and keeps it in his mouth. The arm that is originally around Medusa’s neck slowly making its way to her pretty face. Lightly grasp her cheeks and gently turns her face towards him.

Medusa stiffly follows the boy’s movement, slowly turns her head towards facing the boy’s face. She is just silently looking at the boy’s eye. His eyes are beautiful like the bright stars in the universe.

Then the boy leans over to Medusa’s lip, “Close your eyes baby…” Then process to kiss her on her mouth. The boy gets naughty and uses his tongue to dig through a way to Medusa’s mouth to open it. Slowly passes the wine he keeps in his mouth to hers.

“…!” Medusa gasp when the boy kisses on her lip because that is the first time she ever kisses a person that is the same age as him. It is not the kissing that gets her; it is the warmness the boy gives her, the promise he makes to her.

After the kiss, the boy takes a step back while still has his hand on Medusa’s face and said, “Come with me…”

Medusa stands up from her chair like a robot, stiff, uncasual. She can’t think about anything but the boy she symbolizes her freedom, her new life, her future. She walks while holding his hand to any place the boy takes her just like her life; she will go anywhere the boy grabs her because she has fallen in the boy’s love web.

“Let me show you around the house and find a comfortable place for you to sit down and listen to the amazing I’m telling you.” The boy said without looking back at her.

“Yes…” Medusa whispers low on her breath.

They both walk around the house; the boy is showing her the history of the house to Medusa. Finally, they reach a room; it is a very ancient looking like room. Sculpture, antics are sitting everywhere inside the room. The artwork in the room seems authentic and life looking, it’s like they are not just merely a piece of dead artwork.

They both walk towards a big black sofa. It is an authentic leather sofa, smooth and nice looking; fit perfectly with the mood of the room, historical and the color black adds a sense of mystery to the theme in the room.

Behind the sofa, there is thirteen horrific looking statue. Each of these statues looks a little bit different by can’t tell where the differences are. They all hold different things in its hand, a gun, a wand, a glob, a sword. However, there is this one sculpture holds something different on its side; while every other one carries a weapon, this one contains a book. Even though the statue doesn’t have color painted on them, they still have the original color from the material that they were made out of, light grey, the color of marble. The book on its hand makes whoever that is looking at it have this picture of it being black; an old, ancient, faded black book.

“Come, sit here!” The boy loses up his hand that was initially held Medusa’s hand and walks to the sofa by himself then pets the spot next to him.

Medusa then walks to the place that the boy wants her to sit and sits down quietly next to her like she is his pet.

The boy puts finally puts down his drink, then leans back on the sofa; lifting his foot upon the table. Stretches out his arm and places on the top edge of the couch like he is a grown man, even though he is a ten years old kid.

“Relax your self Medusa…Why you so nervous?” The boy sits comfortably and asks.

“Nothing…I’m fine…” Medusa puts both of hand in between her thighs, doing all the things that a nervous little girl would do.

“Okay…Now, are you ready for the rest of the story?” squint his eyes and ask.

“Yes…” Medusa answers.

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