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"What are you doing here?" She asked skeptically, adding a bit of anticipation considering the man's basic demeanor was powered by real sources. Froy had declared a monstrous desire—which would quickly become a food chain scourge. It was a miracle if Moreau still had a single functioning nerve until tonight to deal with things; it sickened her to no end.
"This is the kitchen. Anyone has the right to come here." That was Froy's statement. Calm, but somewhat sarcastic. There was a way to learn how to convey objections with subtle expressions. By the time the man did so, Moreau was hoping Froy would understand the bitterest part of irony. "When did you get to the countryside?" She was just trying not to send something home by pulling it up, then throwing it over a cliff. Whatever if it turned out that Froy had a specific purpose in mind, it was best that the man not do anything out of the blue. "Just now, it happened to coincide when you stepped into the hRelated chapters
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"Why, Froy?" "What does that have to do with you?" "You once cheated on me behind my back." "I told you, we have no relationship. Why are you trying so hard to be a good ex? Or is it because when we were dating... you never had genuine intentions for me, but thought that I would fall as deeply as you imagined. So, you feel that I should never forget you so quickly?" It was already too long. Moreau understood that she had to restrain herself even realizing that the torrent that escaped her lips had made Froy's face turn dark. The man's eyes were also staring intently, as if he only needed to prepare himself to release all his pent-up effort. No. Absolutely no! Moreau would not let Froy do anything. She quickly got up, not caring if she had to leave everything here. There was no hope that they could talk things out very well. Just take a step and forget there had ever been a conversation or an attack that came close to being freely parsed. M
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Their power was not matched and even with Froy locking down the movement of her legs—Moreau could not attack from any direction. She hoped someone would come to her aid. Hoping someone would come to give the insolent bastard right now, right here, an instant lesson. Hoping things would come to a head and be taken into consideration. Froy had crossed the line of uncertain ambition. Too bold. Crazy. And yet, not sane enough to realize it immediately. His actions were not one of many ways to get better. It was truly shameful. Moreau seemed not to want to hear when the man said again. "When Uncle Abi held your hand in the office basement that day, I already felt very strange. It's even stranger that your mother and my uncle are married. What kind of coincidence, Moreau? Shouldn't you not be holding hands?" "Your uncle grabbed my hand, because he probably felt you were making me uncomfortable. You've always been like that. I'm already his stepdaughter, it's only natura
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Enough would never be enough, for Moreau had witnessed first-hand how Abihirt had lost control. She would never be able to stop the man from trying to be a deterrent. Her stepfather continued to concentrate on anger, as if it were a rodent, and it would be a painful feeling to try to break free of such a tight squeeze. Just be a little thankful that Roger arrived on time with the others. Moreau no longer knew how she would think of Barbara's reaction. It all seemed chaotic, a little unnerving when it took so much effort for Roger to separate Abihirt. Indeed... at least the man had succeeded, but there was a serious—unreadable—depiction of Abihirt's breathing; it was unavoidable, like a pendulum held too long, and next Roger had to offer Froy a favor so that all the makeup on the face—which had almost lost its mind, could be divided into several parable maps. In the end, no one can explain what Froy looks like now. Bruised, red, bloody, all such a complete mix that
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Her stepfather was still holding back. Moreau again swallowed harshly to keep the unexpected feeling of urgency, while silently staring at the man's fists tightening. A few lines of veins on Abihirt's hands surfaced. A monstrous manifestation. Too sturdy, where Froy had taken a tremendous beating there; helpless; with Roger's help to stand half-bent while holding the crushed stomach surface. Abihirt's statement undoubtedly made everyone gain new knowledge. There was a certain impact between the silence... instantly becoming the loudest, leaving only a hissing breath, while some were still struggling to stay sane. "Abi has told me everything I want to know, Froy. If you don't want your uncle to beat you up again, now tell me what's in your head that you're trying to fuck your own kin? Moreau and her mother are already our family, don't you remember that?" Like this was more fair. Moreau did not want to know in the end she did not find the slightest guilt on Froy's face other tha
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"We've made a schedule to be here for a week, Darling. It can't just be changed." Reaching the room, Barbara quickly closed the door facing the feeling where she was not willing to leave the countryside early. Waiting all these last days to be here as a surprise. There were things she had planned and didn't want to derail them just because of the chaos; about Froy's crisis of confidence, as well as some surprising new things. Well, at least a little annoyed that Moreau dared to dispute something that had become an obsolete decision. "Darling, I'm talking to you." Barbara took a harsh breath as she watched Abihirt's shoulders sink behind the bathroom door. The emergency alert at the top of her head was flashing. She wouldn't be able to resist following, though she was slightly restrained when she heard the sound of the tap water rushing in. Abihirt was clearly getting rid of the traces of dried blood on his knuckles. Barbara's eyes witnessed firsthand what he
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The desire to negotiate seemed to be coming to a long end. Barbara's throat felt hollow. She blinked a few times until the top of her head finally found the end of the absurd imagery. Perhaps Abihirt was still carried away by the situation, when the man was angry everything became unclear. Or, some other kind of feeling—struggling to tell her something. There was a point in reconsidering Froy's strange attitude, which would not have been in her favor if, indeed, it did not inhale odd scents and linger only in a few places. "You know, Abi. This attitude of yours is making me rethink something I was trying to forget. You were never going to talk about those things. But just now, it all seemed so clear." Barbara's irises looked at her husband seriously. She understood Abihirt was listening very well, so the man waited for the moving tip of the throat to finish the rest of the delay—perhaps deliberately allowing a few moments of silence, and then spoke. "What am I talk
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Instantly the air felt cold, suffocating, as Barbara waited for Abihirt to add a significant answer. The gray irises were unreadable, though the movement of her husband's lips slowly confirmed something. "It is not my habit to judge whether someone is beauty or not. You're wrong if you think I'm like that." Abihirt's words were not short, but it was too risky for Barbara not to take them seriously. Even she could only freeze when the man walked away. Just like that. Confirming that their argument had ended here—not wanting to hear the rest. "Abi." No. Barbara wasn't going to let this be a threatening reflection on their relationship. She soon caught up. Momentarily transfixed... watching her husband carry a pillow and appear to want to leave the room. "Where are you going, Abi?" "Sleeping on the living room sofa." "Are you so angry that you want to sleep in the living room?" Barbara raised her voice slightly to face the man. The
Forbidden Agreements Nightmare
"No." "No.” "Stop it." "Don't do this." It felt like Moreau had only been asleep for a short time, but the faint sounds outside rang out so clearly in the stillness of the night. As if it was trying to take all of her control, then she jerked up cluelessly staring around the dark room. It was too odd to imagine someone still leaving an impression when there should be... nothing left. There was nothing out there. A familiar deep, raspy voice. Moreau understood who the suspected perpetrator was lodged at the top of her head. Struggling not to believe that Abihirt's voice was bitter and almost lilting. "No ...." Again. Moreau's throat twitched roughly at the thought of her being in a tricky choice. Coming out or not, it was like letting some parasites eat away at her body. It would be difficult to face the thing that was trying to eat her up; at least be responsible enough not to be overwhelmed by the pain. With one hand outstretched,
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