Chapter 2

There's no time to waste. Carl has finally agreed to her request. After a month of pestering him, he finally give in.

She jump out from bed, head to her little closet and change her pajamas into her favorite red satin dress.

Repeatedly observing her figure in the mirror making different poses. Suddenly she throw herself and rolled herself over the bed while kicking the air and shrieking silently.

"I'm going cured! Wohoooooo! Ahhhh Carl, such a tough battle!" she scream under her pillow to shut her awful voice.

Not so long, three knocks on her door had immediately cut her celebrating thoughts, causing her heart to jump and her nerves allerted.

"who's that?" -she asked behind her door.

Instead of a reply, she heard another three knocks. (Morse code) There's only one man she knew, who's fond of using encryption in every conversation. He's also the reason why she learn how to use Morse code, just to communicate with him. It's Carl. The campus crush and math genius in their university.

"Very well, you really came" she stated.

She twist the knob and let the man enter... she was rather welcomed by his smile that was bright as the day. There's a few tiny moles near his lips that tempting her most to get nearer to them. His jaw is well defined and his brows is as dark as midnight together with his deep eyes.

"Dan, I'm---" he seems a little shy but still he looks hotter than before.

"Shhhhh, you know that I will never take a no for an answer" She seductively cut him off and stick her fingers unto his lips.

Carl suddendly turns his worried expression into a wide grin and immediately carry her on his arms like a newly wedded couple.

Its just like, Carl just got fired up and get excited all of the sudden.

"Silly girl, you are indeed a master of seduction... No one can ever escape your charm, nor I" - he said, lowering his eyes admirring her healthy chest.

She smile victoriously and clung her arms on his nape and pull his face for a passionate kiss but there's a sudden weird feeling like Carl's gonna drop her anytime like he cannot carry her anymore and she seems to forget something really important, but she just ignored and enjoyed the moment with her current prey.

"Can I kiss you now?" she ask for permission. Carl just smile and nodded, he never thought that a woman like her, will act just like what a real man supposed to do.

Before even meeting his lips, she feels that Carl has starting to loose his grip to her, and shes like getting even more heavier for him.

"Carl don't let me go!" she pleaded but she really did fall on her butt, that force to shut off her eyes hard due to the tinggling pain off the impact on her bottom.

"what the hell Carl, you shouldn't have carry me you can't!" -she hissed, caressing her aching butt.

The sun rays reached her left eye making her twitch with the warm sensation, that couldn't let her eyes see clearly.

Slowly moving on her right side to avoid the blinding light. She suddenly feel the back of her head aches, and her whole body wants to lay on the ground for a few more minutes.

She wanted to gaze upon him but she's actually blinded by the warm sun light behind his figure in front of her. She also had this weird feeling that her room, suddenly becomes brighter.

"What is your name maiden?" a deep man's voice that she's never familiar of, must be reffering to her, but she's not actually sure. There must be someone Carl just bring together with him, so she made herself immediately open her eyes adjusting with the dazzling sun light, just to find out its not actually Carl, that was with her in her room--- or should I say in the forest rather. And there's actually no Carl around, but only a weird man on a weird costume.

Having a good IQ, she assumed. Everything she remembered, was just actually a dream and there's indeed a stranger talking to her in a very weird place! and worst, he's half *****. He's actually wearing only a few peice of cloth covering his below, just like the costumes of actors in precolonial Philippine movies.

"What a weird outfit, this must be another awful dream" she murmured to herself.

"You just had waked up maiden, trust me...you're not dreaming, or if you're not still satisfied... I can repeat what I did a while ago, to prove to you that it is not really a dream, unless you want other method, so must answer my question, before I lose my patience, who are you?"

"Well... I'm..."

**** himself. I'm the one who should ask him with that question. How dare he talk to me like that. He doesn't deserve to know my name. - conscience.

"The hell... where am I?!"- she asked, instead answering his worthless question, expecting he will reply just like a normal conversation in real life. She still thinks it was just a dream.

He, then crossed his arms and she had to gulp voluntarily as his arm muscles twist in every small movements he made. Its like, one wrong move, she'd be a dead meat. He even suits the look of a tribesman that accepts the practice of cannibalism. This man, sure can brought horror to her even it's just a dream.

*Imagined the movies she watch, like wrong turn, Autopsy, Chainsaw *****

Sliding backwards away from the weird man just because of her wild imaginations, finally she remembered how to panic in fear.

He pick up his things that looks like ancient tools in preparing medicines. He put it in his bag made of bamboo and sling it in his body.

As she observe him, he actually looks calm, but she can really feel this intimidating pressence around him. It just feels like he's a cultured version of tarzan. And the moment is surreal.

If its real, she will probably think she had been thrown somewhere in Africa or in amazon. but the man doesn't look like hes just some part of her dream. So, she must be having a real bad dream.

"so your name is the hell?" - he again asked.

She frown at him. "What the hell!" she exclaimed.

"Did I say it wrongly? you are really making me confused, the hell"

"My goodness! that's not my name idiot!"

"What really is your name?"

"I'm Danica Szhiout, or you can just call me Dan Szhiout (sounds like Dan short means bansot)"

"I see, Bansot (bansot in filipino means being short in height)I think your name really suits you well.

" Arghhh I don't need your opinion, you're just ruining my beautiful name! ITS ACTUALLY D.A.N S.Z.H.I.O.U.T NOT BANSOT YOU PRICK! I'm half French and half Filipino. How about you? who are you? what's your name? where you from? where are we? why are you wearing like that, oh my god thus is driving me crazy talking to the man in may dreams"

"My name is Tangkad, and that is all I can tell"

"W--wait?! what?!"

"I must tell you this atleat. you're indeed lucky to enter this place but your luck has ended up today. Sorry but I will never let you leave this place. Not in my rules"

"What the hell are you talking about!?"

"you need to die"

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