All Chapters of Controlled Men, the adventure of Tom Salisbury.: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

"I feel like a moron right now. " she lowered her head."What am I going to do now? ``Hmm. She breathed out then swung her hair from side to side to get a better view of the main road before running across the tarmac. "What's it with me? " Now she's all teary. Underneath her skirt and between her feet another Salt Lake was forming. Why is it that since she had ever started with that guy it has always ended like this? Crouching on a lonely road, on a lonely passageway in a lonely pyramid. Crouching on a lonely bed in a lonely room and crouching on lonely stones in lonely places all over the world. Guess it's time to say goodbye to this kind of life but she knows it's impossible. Plainly so. Guess I have to make it back. She slowly rose, her hair battered by the wind across her face as she stood like the resurrected warrior still testing out the ground. The wind blew like a sentient being sent on a mission and all

" I've found you Rose." he swatted out the droplets of rain from his face and the beard."You ran through the rain." Rose stated which was more like asking, quivering and holding up on her own drenched in the rain."Yes, of course, I have to come after you," a little bit of unease in which Rose found time to turn her back to him, prepping to jump down from the precipice of the roof and into the night sky or so it seemed."You didn't need to run away. Especially like that." he walked up to her, coming close enough to swing his arm around her, only to be ward off by an invisible barrier, something is wrong with Rose."What's up with you dear? you seem to be blowing off heat. Are you okay?" he was deeply worried. " I made the run for it because he wanted to use me for his rituals."" What?!" Tom was immediately enraged. he felt like he was suffocating, all breath and life has gone out of him and his eyes have lost its light. He turned like a gladiato

"find me a basin of water.""pour in some heaven's potion."" go in by the left, yeah, you will smell a fresh buttermint leave as you enter, follow it, find the leaf and bring it here."some seconds." yes, drop it in. make sure it is submerged in the water thoroughly. find the guava bark, split it,draw the juice from its inner part, flick it in an anticlockwise manner into the bowel. when you're done with it, leave it for me let me finish it up. thank you, you can go outside no" hàgdhdkfkdjdhdjsjsjskskakàkakaaa""hsgshdkeudjdndssmsms" strong puffs of thick, black and Misty smoke started rising from the sturdy and sizeable cauldron. the face of the man, or was it woman (the thick smoke was clouding the face and blocking out most of her figure which even if on its own cannot be easily distinguished from that of a male.w." 

He felt surprisingly embarrassed when he stopped some metres off from where the chase began and stood hands on his knees panting like a starving panda thrown into the deep wilderness. How foolish was he to think, nay, to believe that whatever it called, magic or not, will effectively save him from the menacing growls of a hunger-struck Lion. Thanks to his fate, the lion was wounded, tired and bereft of any atom of energy and most importantly, will. If not, pray he's not the stubborn praying mantis the finds peace at the belly of the fowl. Freedom is taking another meaning to Tom right now and no, it's not the freedom to believe, it is the freedom to live. "I must leave this forest now," a mental note forms of its own accord in his head. He took recognisance of it and off like the Willy hillbilly traditional cum primitive hunter he has become, he left the plateau and down the hilly slope he sled. Life is bubbling within him and… "life is bubbling within me. " he halted. Sharp like a

Just as she successfully lung the door to her apartment open, sheslumped on the sofa chair nearest to her So tired was she anddirty that confessions to a pope might not even was them away.Tough were the demands of the day. thanks to her upbringing.tough she is too. Dozing off on the sofa chair and about to get therest her brain deserves, she heard a rap on the door. it was sharpand impatient sending her tired brain up again into frenzyWho could it be? she thoughtSearching her memory and rummaging through her debt list. no