Episode 3
It was an arrogant tone.
The man must have noticed her wide-open eyes and chuckled. It was the moment when the sharply raised eyes showed laughter for the first time.
The man looked at her with amusement as he poured over the water from the jug into his mouth and took a sip of it as if she was watching.
No, the fact that he showed her the water bottle didn’t mean that was going to give it to her.
She felt a little mortified.
‘How should I express my request for water when I can’t move at all?’
As she was struggling so hard, she had no idea what would happen even when the man tilted his upper body and gently pressed his thumb on her lower jaw.
“Huh… !”
In an instant, water leaked through his hot lips.
It was a passionate contact, at which she might jump up.
I was so surprised that my whole body became stiff, but I was still happy with the water, so I drank it without even noticing the water flowing down my mouth, and soon a lump of hot flesh invaded my mouth, as if I was getting something in return.
The sensation of being entangled was too unfamiliar, as if my tongue had become as hard as my body.
This was the first time I had ever experienced the whole act of gently getting tickled at the tip of my mouth, starting from the root of my tongue.
I felt like I was being robbed of heat, so I tried to struggle, but my body wouldn’t listen.
This is because the unfamiliar scent is still weighing me down.
‘I can’t breathe.’
My heart was pounding and beating quickly, and soon my vision was spinning. My fingertips trembled weakly as they gripped the bed sheets.
My mind feels like it has been weighed down by the scent and
turned into mush.
The dizzying sensations that made me feel like I was going out of my mind mixed together, which was further causing confusion.
What felt more strange than deeply kissing a man that I had never seen before was the cruel energy surging into me.
‘What is this?’
I had never been in a relationship because I was busy acting like a maid, taking care of my younger sister throughout my life, but that was certain.
This is not just an ordinary kiss.
It is not just a touch of tongues, but a clear sensation as if parts of the soul are mixing. It was a strange feeling, as if he was using a hook to scrape up the bottom of my heart that was trapped inside a handmade container.
“Tsk!”
My lower abdomen twisted and my breathing became dry. I trembled involuntarily, feeling as if I was going to die, and the man fell for a moment.
[You don’t know how to use your tongue.]
I thought that was the end, but I was mistaken.
The kiss was long and persistent. The blonde man poured water into her mouth over and over again, ravaging her mouth as she was unable to move.
When I glared at him with a resentful gaze, he just twisted his mouth as if it was funny, and didn’t look the least bit sorry or embarrassed.
You must be crazy.
[Legria.]
“!”
[You will be called Legria from now on.]
After a kiss that had been sucking out her saliva with persistence as if it was going to take every last breath, the word that suddenly fell was full of satisfaction, as if her confusion didn’t matter at all.
Even if you can’t understand the words, the youthful richness is conveyed in the tone. The way he speaks is as if a person in need
swallows food in a hurry, or as if a long-starved wild animal is preying on a crippled prey.
Yes, it started from this moment.
Even though I was worthless than others, the life I had worked so hard to cultivate began to completely fall apart, as if laughing at my weak struggles.
It was from this day that her name was decided as Legria.
* * *
The shameless blond man was a devilishly handsome man.
It’s an appearance that can only be described that way. Even his fierce eyes and arrogant attitude, as if he had everything in the world at his feet, did not make a dent in her heart.
It’s probably because of the atmosphere where everyone takes it for granted that men do that.
I must confess without any exaggeration that the sight of the crazy man’s crazy face when I came to my senses and saw his face for a moment took out all my wits.
If he hadn’t forced me to kiss him, I might have been captivated by his face.
But she saw through the man’s true nature.
He is a tearer.
If I hadn’t been unable to move, I would have run away and avoided it.
“Legria.”
“Leg… Legria.”
“Legria Barachiel Belligraham.”
“Legria…”
As the days passed, one thing became clear.
He was persistent. Several times he pointed to her and called her Legria. He repeated it dozens of times so that it was impossible not to hear that it was her name.
So she knew that her name had become Legria, but she also did not forget that it was not her original name.
But the problem was that no matter how much I held my head and thought about it, I couldn’t remember the real name. Things like what my face looked like and what my voice sounded like.
What is certain, however, is that she had black hair that has never been dyed.
But now her hair was red. It’s so deep red that even the darkness can be eaten away.
I grabbed my hair, twisted my wrinkle-free fingers and asked what had happened, but no one gave me an answer.
So I can’t do it. For now, I have no choice but to use the name Legria.
The man, Rahik, called her Legria, and all the women around her called her that too.
The women were of similar age or middle age to the girl I first saw.
Everyone walked without even making a sound and always had their heads slightly lowered. They rarely smiled and never opened their mouth unless someone spoke to them.
On the first day, the girl seemed to be an unusual case.
However, I knew they were employees of this place because they all wore the same clothes, but no matter how I looked, I didn’t feel like they were nurses or caregivers.
Attending maids.
I can’t think of any other words to describe them.
“Legria.”
Fortunately, after the first day, Rahik never did such a shameless thing again.
On the first day, my body didn’t move as well as my mind and I was so confused that I couldn’t respond, but if he did it one more time, I decided to bite his tongue again and again, but I was truly glad that I didn’t have to.
Instead, he became strangely obsessed with her.
Should I say, more accurately, that he is obsessed with me in a ‘Weird way’?
When she opened her eyes in the morning, attendants dressed in the same clothes came in and washed and changed her clothes,
which made her as stiff as a stone.
After that, it was time to massage her body.
Once that was over, it was meal time, and Rahik ate breakfast together in her bedroom every day. He sat close to her and offered her various things, but her appetite didn’t match with his appetite, so as I nibbled on what he had placed in front of me, he slightly stiffened his mouth.
However, even if I want to eat it because of the sincerity it has been prepared for me, there is nothing I can do to keep it from filling my throat.
It’s been five days since I lived in a place I didn’t even know.
On the first day, I could barely move my arms, but after three or four days, I was able to sit on a soft cushioned bed or sofa. But she still couldn’t walk on her feet. Someone has to pick her up and move her. I didn’t have any feeling back in my toes.
An elderly woman wearing glasses who looked like a doctor came in every afternoon and examined her for a few minutes. When she left, the attendants were massaging her legs, but it wasn’t very helpful. At least that’s how she feels.
It’s not that I didn’t secretly try to stand because I was frustrated
with that situation, but it was difficult to stand up from the bed alone.
Moreover, if her presence in the room changed even slightly, the attendants repeatedly opened the door and barged in.
I was worried at first, but now I am confident. This was surveillance.
A mild form of surveillance.
But how can eating be comfortable?
Even the taste of none of them was what I expected. I don’t know what this spice is, it is neither salt nor pepper, but has a sharp and strangely sour taste and it is sprinkled on every dish, so it was a pain to touch it to my tongue.
To give an easy analogy, it would be like mixing ground millet and coriander with lemon juice and then adding it to a Caesar sauce with a strong cheese taste. About three drops of truffle oil in there.
Seeing Rahik eating it casually, it seemed like he wasn’t trying to torture her and it was a recipe unique to this region, so she had no choice but to just eat it, but that actually only lasted for a day or two.
Now I was having a hard time swallowing, so I only ate roasted vegetables and watery soup without the sauce as much as possible.
Rahik’s gaze, scanning her, grew colder as the day went by, but she couldn’t help it.
[I heard that it is worrisome when domestic animals refuse to eat. I wondered what kind of nonsense that was.]
After sitting still for a moment while holding the spoon and losing her way, Rahik sighed softly. What was mixed with the sigh was so clear that I couldn’t help but flinch… Surprisingly, he wasn’t bothered.
[Now that I see it, it is indeed so. Such a picky girl.]
Rahik reached out and took the spoon placed between her fingers. He noticed that she didn’t want to eat anymore.
I was extremely nervous because I was worried that I would starve if I left the food he had given me, but fortunately he didn’t seem to be angry.
[But it has been five days since the awakening of the body, so I can start feeding it with fruits now.]
It’s frustrating because I can’t understand what he’s saying when he traces my cheek with his thumb and whispers in a friendly tone. He even said, ‘I have to fatten it up and then catch it and eat it,’ I wouldn’t know what it meant.
Even though the meal was over, Rahik didn’t move, so she couldn’t move either.
The attendants who were waiting by the wall quickly cleared away the dishes and the tables used as dining tables were soon emptied.
As I was staring blankly at the empty space, the sunlight suddenly came in and warmed the room.
As if there is nothing to worry about, the sun rises here too.
I still don’t know what country this is or where it is on the globe, but it doesn’t seem to be near the equator. The temperature is so cold that goosebumps appear on your forearms if you are not wearing warm outerwear.
Another thing I learned is that outside this room is a black forest. No matter where you look, there doesn’t seem to be anything other than this building. And the attitude people had towards him was extremely extreme.
As soon as I was able to sit down, I stopped everyone I could see and asked questions, but no matter who I asked and in what language I asked, everyone just tilted their heads.
Korean, English, German, French. I even tried throwing in Latin words that I didn’t know well in Arabic, but they all failed to understand her. Judging by the pronunciation, it doesn’t seem to be Spanish either.
Even if she made the motion from hands and tried using sign language they didn’t understand her. They weren’t pretending that they couldn’t understand her, but they genuinely seemed confused, so after trying a few times, she gave up tentatively.
I opened something and pretended to read it, thinking it would be nice to see a map, but what came back was a book full of unreadable text.
The most benign isolation.
However, she was able to keep her spirits up to some extent because there were women who showed willingness to treat her well even if they could not communicate with her.
‘Is this that man’s private castle? Private property?’
I decided to leave aside the question of ‘how did I get here?’ I just wish I knew where this place is.
Of course it wasn’t a hospital, and it didn’t seem like they were trying to kidnap me and do something illegal. For now, not yet.
Surprisingly, there are regions abroad where the title system and its power are still maintained. I think it’s probably one of those places… … .
“Legria.”
A white-gloved finger traced her cheek. She couldn’t understand his next words either, but she knew he was calling her, so she raised her head and suddenly something cold and wet touched to her lips.
It felt like fruit, so when I opened my mouth, a piece of cut strawberry came into her mouth.
Again.
This was exactly the strange behavior she thought of that he was displaying.
[That’s right.]
He caressed the tip of her hardened tongue with his finger, then quickly withdrew his hand and took off the gloves he was wearing. And then repeated the same thing again.
He gently massaged the sharp part of my jaw with his thumb and gently swept her lips from under the root of my tongue.
The reason I wanted this behavior to stop was because it was difficult to bear the chills that went up my spine every time it happened. It tickles, but I can’t pinpoint exactly where it tickles. My back just gets twisted.
‘This… this tongue is like a perversion!’
