CHAPTER 9 – LESBIAN CREEP SAVE ME.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL.

HELL MORGATHOR PRISON.

☠️ SORA ☠️

For a few seconds, neither Jane nor I dares to move or speak, but neither do the prisoners. Sensing the abnormality of a group of prisoners very ready to send me to my maker not taking a step towards me, Jane leans in closer to inspect, and then she turns around to face me.

“Their eyes are closed. They are still fast asleep, but they are definitely close to waking up,” she whispers. “C’mon… try standing again, we need to get out of here.”

I shake my head immediately at the thought of feeling that shooting pain again, “I feel an Intense burning pain,” I confess.

Jane walks closer to me, going down on her knees as she tries to see as much as she can in the semi-dark storage room. Our only source of light is the moon frowning just outside the window.

“Shit!” she says in a serious tone, and I immediately gulp down hard.

“What?”

“It must have been a fracture. Your knees are swollen and are now purple,” she announce, her hand reaching for my knees to examine.

As soon as her hand grazes my knees, I slap it off, “Don't fucking touch me... It hurts!”

She nods, “You're burning hot too. We need to get you treated.”

“How? I can't even leave this storage room.”

“You'll have to walk.”

“Fuck no!” I retort.

Jane grinds her teeth together in frustration, constantly looking over her shoulders to be sure the prisoners outside the door are still asleep. “Keep your voice low!”

“Fuck no!” I repeat, whispering this time.

“We need to get you checked. Worst-case scenario, you will no longer be able to walk.”

“Holy fuck! When I was young, I was in a wheelchair for 8 years! No way I'm letting that happen again.”

“Which is why you need to force yourself to walk so we can get treatment.”

“No!”

“Would you remain here then? Surrounded by angry prisoners?”

“No!”

“So walk!”

“No!!!” I say under my breath. “I feel like I'm going to die if I take a step.”

“How are we supposed to leave this place then?”

“Piggyback ride or something! Isn't it your job to protect me? Carry me!”

“You’re becoming shameless. We are no different in size. What do you mean by carry you?”

Ignoring her protest, I put my arms out, “Hurry! Those prisoners would wake up any minute now.”

“Fuck me!” she cursed quietly.

And I respond quietly also, “Yes, fuck you!”

Jane goes down, setting her feet apart in preparation to carry me on her back. Swallowing hard, I hold my breath and move in her direction, quietly screaming with each step I take. Finally, I reach her and collapse on her back. She groans, going down in an instant.

“If you fall… You are dead,” I threaten, and she pauses, trying her best to lift. Her hand finds my knees in an attempt to support me, but I hit the back of her head with my forehead. “Don't hold me in the knees, you dumb spy rat.”

“Where should I hold you then? I need to hold you to give you a piggyback ride,” she fires back. Releasing my knees, her hand goes down to my butt.

“DON'T TOUCH MY ASSSSSS!” I scream, jerking behind her.

Jane’s gaze flies to the door in panic, "Shhhh... you’re screaming… you’ll get both of us killed. You'll have to manage my hands on your butt; I can't possibly hold your head or hand right now. It's either your knees or your ass.”

“Let go of my ass, you lesbian creep.”

“Do you want the piggy ride or not??? Perhaps you prefer to walk?”

“Just go! I want your hands off my butt as quickly as a few seconds from now.”

Jane begins to move slowly, tiptoing, her steps as light as they can be as she tries to navigate us past the prisoners sleeping scattered on the ground. I grab her head to steady myself, basically holding my breath.

Lifting her left foot to take the next step, she lifts it over a prisoner’s head, ready to stomp on him. My eyes widen, I almost gasp out my lungs as I whisper-scream into her ear, “Watch your step, you moron! You almost stepped on a prisoner’s head. If he wakes up and he kills me, you die with me.”

Jane’s left leg freeze half way, she tried to navigate it in another direction, and even that would land on the hand of a female prisoner. A very vicious one. This one was in frontline when I was being chased.

“Stop!” I rasp into her right ear, and she shrugs involuntarily, vigorously rubbing her ear with her shoulder as if trying to wipe out the sound. “There's a hand right where you want to land your feet.”

“Watch for me! I cannot look down with you gripping my head like that,” she gasped out. “And please stop whispering into my ears, it’s annoying.”

“Where else am I supposed to hold you?” I ask, ignoring the part where she asked me not to whisper into her ears.

Jane whines, “If you pass your hand through my armpit and hold my chest, both of us would be more comfortable.”

“You mean your chest, where your two boobies are looking like they are desperately trying to point the way to the nearest exit? Maximum, premium, VIP bullshit!”

“We are both ladies, what's the issue?!”

“Your hands are already on my ass; gripping your breasts would only make things awkward and weird.”

“Who said anything about gripping?”

“Just move, Jane.”

Something that feels like 365 days later, Jane takes another step, her feet just an inch from smashing a prisoner’s ear. I almost had a heart attack.

“Fuck! You sly peacock, you almost stepped on one of them ears!”

“Because I can't see, your hands are covering my eyes! Can't you just hug me instead?” Jane says softly in an effort to persuade me.

“Hug you my ass,” I retort, rolling my eyes. “Just walk on a straight line!”

“How am I to know if I'm walking straight when I'm literally completely blind?”

“Use your intuition. Aren't you a spy? You weren't trained enough?”

“To walk on a straight line blind? Respectfully, don’t you think you sound stupid?”

“Shame on you!”

“Just take your hands away from my eyes, you can grab anywhere else.”

I take my hands off Jane’s eyes so she can see, pushing my hands back a little, and she flares, “Christ... Not my hair!”

“Just shut up and walk!” I frown.

“Don't you have any sympathy? It hurts grabbing my hair like this.”

“It disgusts me, grabbing my ass like this.”

“I'm not grabbing, I'm supporting your weight with my arm so you wouldn't fall.”

“I'm not grabbing either... I'm supporting my weight with your hair, so I wouldn't fall.”

Jane exhales sharply in frustration.

“I feel the same way,” I murmur, my other hand grabbing another large portion of her hair.

With footsteps so quiet I could barely hear them myself, we reach the prison hospital, and Jane quickly carries me inside while doctors line up to attend to me.

At least they seem to fear the fact that I’m Sora Hell Morgathor, unlike those darn prisoners.

“Miss Sora,” a man rushes towards me, someone I assume to be the head doctor, “Is there anything we can help you with?”

I look at my current condition and position and then back at the doctor, who has the nerve to ask me such a stupid question and still be smiling as wide as his lips let him.

“Help?" I repeat. " Heavens, no. I’ve always wanted to be carried around like a sack of potatoes… It’s veeeeery relaxing.”