เข้าสู่ระบบ-KARINA TUMABAGA'S Point Of View-
HE MUST have thought he could escape me this time.
I was already waiting at the reception area when the elevator doors opened. I saw the exact moment his composure cracked. Surprise flashed across his face the instant his eyes landed on me sitting in the lobby outside his office floor.
Slowly, deliberately, I ran my hand up and down my stomach, slow enough for him to notice and see how it had begun to swell.
His ga
-KARINA-MY HEART pounded erotically with every passing second, following every step of Zeke's.He never told me he was leaving today.I had waited outside his office earlier, pretending to scroll through my phone while listening to the secretary gossip with someone over the desk.That was when I heard he had the flight this morning.The words had sent a cold jolt through my chest.I rushed straight to his condo building after that, and just in time. I saw him walking out of the lobby, his hand has a suitcase, while slipping into a waiting car.By the time I reached the curb, the car was already pulling away.I booked the nearest ride I could find, making sure I could still follow him.Now I sat in the back seat, gripping the edge of the seat so tightly my knuckles had turned pale.“Excuse me, can you drive faster?” I snapped. “We’re going to lose that car.”Th
-KARINA TUMABAGA'S Point Of View-IN THE end of that argument, I still won.He came with me to my first check-up.A small, satisfied smile curved on my lips when I saw him standing stiffly beside me in the clinic, tall and unmistakably irritated, as if every second there scraped against his pride.“You could sit, you know,” I told him lightly. “You look like an idiot just standing there.”He didn’t move like a stone. He remained standing the entire time, arms crossed, jaw tight, his expression sour enough to curdle milk.The doctor finished the examination and handed me a prescription for vitamins.I slid the paper across the table toward him with two fingers.“Why?” he asked flatly. “What am I supposed to do with that?”“Buy it,” I said simply.A long, heavy sigh escaped him. The kind said that he already knew he had no choice.
-KARINA TUMABAGA'S Point Of View-HE MUST have thought he could escape me this time.I was already waiting at the reception area when the elevator doors opened. I saw the exact moment his composure cracked. Surprise flashed across his face the instant his eyes landed on me sitting in the lobby outside his office floor.Slowly, deliberately, I ran my hand up and down my stomach, slow enough for him to notice and see how it had begun to swell.His gaze dropped there. The darkness that settled across his face deepened as his brows knotted. He strode toward me, his steps sharp and impatient. Before I could stand on my own, his hand clamped around my arm and yanked me up from the sofa.“Ouch! Wait! Hey, that hurts,” I protested, wincing at the tight grip digging into my skin.His jaw locked as he spoke through clenched teeth. “What the hell are you doing here, Karina?” he hissed. “Who told you to come here?”His eyes flick
-CELESTINE-IT HAS been almost a week since they locked me in this place.Seven days inside the same suffocating room. Seven days of staring at the same pale walls until the color started to feel like it was crawling under my skin. My mind kept circling the same question over and over.How do I get out?I need to find a way.If I stayed here any longer, I might actually lose my sanity for real.“Your food is here,” the nurse said flatly, dropping the tray on the floor as if she were feeding a stray dog instead of a patient.The metal tray scraped against the tiles.My jaw tightened. That's enough. If I wanted to get out of here again, I had to make a move.I slowly approached her, dragging my feet like someone whose mind had already snapped.Then suddenly, I lunged.“Let go of me, you crazy bitch!” she shrieked.My body slammed against hers, forcing her down onto the floor. My forear
-CELESTINE'S Point Of View-“CRAZY?” She repeated, I am not sure if she understand it. “I’m still young,” she added.I knew it. It clearly means she have the mind of a child and she wasn’t insane at all. Not a mentally ill.Then why was she locked in a place like this? How old was she really?I finished rinsing her off and grabbed the towel hanging nearby, wrapping it around her body. The moment I did, she suddenly hugged me.My body felt frozen then her hand immediately squeezed my left breast.“So big…” she murmured, eyes fixed shamelessly on my chest. “Can I taste it?”There was something wrong with this girl. I just didn’t know what exactly it is.Before I could stop her, she lifted the loose hospital gown I was wearing. My breasts spilled forward, barely contained by my bra.“Wow… they’re huge.” She giggled softly. “I like this. This must taste good.”She pushed my bra up and began touching them curiously. Even I gasped when she suddenly took one into her mouth.My back hit the b
CELESTINE ALCAZAR Point Of ViewTHE NURSE finally left. I felt crushing on my chest as I kept listening to the nurse that has no manners.The door shut behind her with a dull click, her footsteps fading down the hallway. I sat there for a moment, staring at the spot where she had stood, my nails digging into my palms.Part of me had wanted to scratch her face so badly or bite her instead and pretend I am crazy, or really, I am madly crazy. Anything to wipe that smug look off her face.But I let it go.I know handling people like me, whom they called “crazy patients,” must have worn their patience thin. Still… did that give them the right to treat us like animals?I waited a few minutes before walking back to the door.Slowly, I twisted the knob. It turned easily. It was unlocked.So, the nurse had meant what she said earlier. She's tired of watching me.Good for me.I lock
=DISCLAIMER= ©2021 NOT A SAINT written by JL Dane All rights reserved. Thisis an original work of fiction and the results of a mind’s imagination. Any Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the
=DISCLAIMER= ©2021 NOT A SAINT written by JL Dane All rights reserved. Thisis an original work of fiction and the results of a mind’s imagination. Any Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the
=DISCLAIMER= ©2021 NOT A SAINT written by JL Dane All rights reserved. This is an original work of fiction and the results of a mind’s imagination. Any Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the prod
=DISCLAIMER= ©2021 NOT A SAINT written by JL Dane All rights reserved. Ther is an original work of fiction and the results of a mind’s imagination. Any Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the prod







