Chapter 79: 79
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As he opens the lock I shake Emie's hand. I'm nervous about seeing her again. I also have a question. Why do they lock him up? Certainly she is a fanatic of religion of all kinds or rather if she lives without being able to believe, she dies. Nevertheless, she never hit anyone. It is also true that as he just said his wickedness is a proven fact but still from there to the to lock her ... The sound of the lock brings me back to reality, the door opens slowly. She is there on a chair. She is sitting, looking out the window, turning her back on us and not bothering to know who opened the door of her cell. Because it is actually a cell, we can not qualify this room otherwise. Wall painted white 2 meters by 3. White floor and ceiling also. A bed, a bedside table, a small desk and a shelf are the only furniture in this prison. Everything is white, it's blinding, disturbing, almost oppressive. Emie and I come in and hear the door close behind us. The lock makes noise again, clack, clack, here we are also locked.
Without looking back, the crazy recognizes us. "It was a long time Emie. I suppose that since you are here, your big sister must also be present, because you would never have dared to come alone. Sit on the bed. "
I'm intrigued by the fact that she was able to recognize Emie without even seeing her. "How did you know it was Emie?"
She still does not look at us. "His way of walking. His right foot has always been heavy when he touches the ground and it takes longer to put it than the left. His gait is strangely irregular. I may not be the ideal mother, but I know you very well. "
I never noticed that. "Indeed, as a mother, we did better."
"Lisa, if you come here to spit your usual horrors, do not feel compelled to stay. I do not love you To be absolutely honest with you, my daughter, I never loved you, but God would have reproached me for putting an end to your life so I endured seeing you every day. Without forgetting that you had various utilities so you keeping yourself in shape was a deliberate choice on my part. Emie, the same for you, I hate you. You are so pitiful. Always you cry and hide behind your big sister. If you knew how many times I wanted to slaughter you like a lamb and offer your corpse as a sacrifice. Your sister, although she is only a whore who harbors the demon, has at least character. You are a complete failure. "
Always so kind this old bitch. "If not, do you like your little room? I hope so anyway, because you are likely to stay here a very long time to what I understood. On the other hand, you seem to have a nice view. You're a very lucky woman, you even have a cute little desk. "
She does not get angry but smiles? It does not look like him at all. What is this smile, I do not like it at all. "Lisa, what was the name you chose when you started making your pictures of whores? Do not lie to me. I saw you looking for the ideal pseudonym for a whole evening. Yes, what a pseudonym you could use. You had made your choice on the kitchen table. So Lisa, tell me, what was that name? "
She can not know and it was only chance. "Hancok, why?"
She laughs? "Little girl idiot, did I ever tell you where I came from? No, but when you were little you caught a discussion that did not concern you. My real name is Hanckok. You did not know how to write it and you did not even know why you chose this pseudonym I guess but the fact is that you chose it. The spelling was pretty close but it was not quite that. I also suppose that today you have to live with this bitch of Selena. Oh, I'm right again. You do not know who she is, is it? You do not know who she is. You do not know why you chose this pseudonym of a whore. Little girl, you know nothing but you allow yourself to make fun of me? Do you know why Selena was so eager to welcome you to her house? Do you know why she was watching you like a prey waiting for I to make a big mistake in order to to get you back? You have to tell yourself that with his relationships it should have been simple was not it? Error, her conscience trapped her. I was the one who manipulated her conscience, I could break everything and it had amuse me to remind her. Silly girl, you are the daughter of my sister slut. Do not cry, Selena is a slut who left you at home when I did not want you either. She and I have not seen each other for more than 10 years and she brings me a cockroach that I have to take care of. God asked me to take care of you, so I started to hesitate. I decided to take care of you when 4 days later, Selena came back to beg me to return her daughter she already loved and missed. From that moment on, I made the procedures speed up thanks to one of my acquaintances and you became my daughter only to hurt my sister slut. I'll teach you who your father is. Unknown. Selena was raped at the university and you are the rotten fruit that came out of this unapproved impure relationship. A filthy kid, born of the sin of flesh, unwanted that nobody wanted. A bastard who is is the sad memory of a dramatic episode in the life of a slut. Do not you make you fun of me anymore? Lisa? Why do not you laugh anymore? "
The mad woman bursts out laughing. I see Emie who keeps pressing the button on the bed but, I do not really know where I am. Everything is confused, my heart beats too fast. I'm having trouble breathing, I'm suffocating. I cry so much. The play turns around me. I vomit on the floor. The door opens
and two men come running. One of them immobilizes the madwoman and the second takes me in his arms to get me out. I think the mad screaming something about Selena but I lose consciousness.
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As he opens the lock I shake Emie's hand. I'm nervous about seeing her again. I also have a question. Why do they lock him up? Certainly she is a fanatic of religion of all kinds or rather if she lives without being able to believe, she dies. Nevertheless, she never hit anyone. It is also true that as he just said his wickedness is a proven fact but still from there to the to lock her ... The sound of the lock brings me back to reality, the door opens slowly. She is there on a chair. She is sitting, looking out the window, turning her back on us and not bothering to know who opened the door of her cell. Because it is actually a cell, we can not qualify this room otherwise. Wall painted white 2 meters by 3. White floor and ceiling also. A bed, a bedside table, a small desk and a shelf are the only furniture in this prison. Everything is white, it's blinding, disturbing, almost oppressive. Emie and I come in and hear the door close behind us. The lock makes noise again, clack, clack, here we are also locked.
Without looking back, the crazy recognizes us. "It was a long time Emie. I suppose that since you are here, your big sister must also be present, because you would never have dared to come alone. Sit on the bed. "
I'm intrigued by the fact that she was able to recognize Emie without even seeing her. "How did you know it was Emie?"
She still does not look at us. "His way of walking. His right foot has always been heavy when he touches the ground and it takes longer to put it than the left. His gait is strangely irregular. I may not be the ideal mother, but I know you very well. "
I never noticed that. "Indeed, as a mother, we did better."
"Lisa, if you come here to spit your usual horrors, do not feel compelled to stay. I do not love you To be absolutely honest with you, my daughter, I never loved you, but God would have reproached me for putting an end to your life so I endured seeing you every day. Without forgetting that you had various utilities so you keeping yourself in shape was a deliberate choice on my part. Emie, the same for you, I hate you. You are so pitiful. Always you cry and hide behind your big sister. If you knew how many times I wanted to slaughter you like a lamb and offer your corpse as a sacrifice. Your sister, although she is only a whore who harbors the demon, has at least character. You are a complete failure. "
Always so kind this old bitch. "If not, do you like your little room? I hope so anyway, because you are likely to stay here a very long time to what I understood. On the other hand, you seem to have a nice view. You're a very lucky woman, you even have a cute little desk. "
She does not get angry but smiles? It does not look like him at all. What is this smile, I do not like it at all. "Lisa, what was the name you chose when you started making your pictures of whores? Do not lie to me. I saw you looking for the ideal pseudonym for a whole evening. Yes, what a pseudonym you could use. You had made your choice on the kitchen table. So Lisa, tell me, what was that name? "
She can not know and it was only chance. "Hancok, why?"
She laughs? "Little girl idiot, did I ever tell you where I came from? No, but when you were little you caught a discussion that did not concern you. My real name is Hanckok. You did not know how to write it and you did not even know why you chose this pseudonym I guess but the fact is that you chose it. The spelling was pretty close but it was not quite that. I also suppose that today you have to live with this bitch of Selena. Oh, I'm right again. You do not know who she is, is it? You do not know who she is. You do not know why you chose this pseudonym of a whore. Little girl, you know nothing but you allow yourself to make fun of me? Do you know why Selena was so eager to welcome you to her house? Do you know why she was watching you like a prey waiting for I to make a big mistake in order to to get you back? You have to tell yourself that with his relationships it should have been simple was not it? Error, her conscience trapped her. I was the one who manipulated her conscience, I could break everything and it had amuse me to remind her. Silly girl, you are the daughter of my sister slut. Do not cry, Selena is a slut who left you at home when I did not want you either. She and I have not seen each other for more than 10 years and she brings me a cockroach that I have to take care of. God asked me to take care of you, so I started to hesitate. I decided to take care of you when 4 days later, Selena came back to beg me to return her daughter she already loved and missed. From that moment on, I made the procedures speed up thanks to one of my acquaintances and you became my daughter only to hurt my sister slut. I'll teach you who your father is. Unknown. Selena was raped at the university and you are the rotten fruit that came out of this unapproved impure relationship. A filthy kid, born of the sin of flesh, unwanted that nobody wanted. A bastard who is is the sad memory of a dramatic episode in the life of a slut. Do not you make you fun of me anymore? Lisa? Why do not you laugh anymore? "
The mad woman bursts out laughing. I see Emie who keeps pressing the button on the bed but, I do not really know where I am. Everything is confused, my heart beats too fast. I'm having trouble breathing, I'm suffocating. I cry so much. The play turns around me. I vomit on the floor. The door opens
and two men come running. One of them immobilizes the madwoman and the second takes me in his arms to get me out. I think the mad screaming something about Selena but I lose consciousness.
As he opens the lock I shake Emie's hand. I'm nervous about seeing her again. I also have a question. Why do they lock him up? Certainly she is a fanatic of religion of all kinds or rather if she lives without being able to believe, she dies. Nevertheless, she never hit anyone. It is also true that as he just said his wickedness is a proven fact but still from there to the to lock her ... The sound of the lock brings me back to reality, the door opens slowly. She is there on a chair. She is sitting, looking out the window, turning her back on us and not bothering to know who opened the door of her cell. Because it is actually a cell, we can not qualify this room otherwise. Wall painted white 2 meters by 3. White floor and ceiling also. A bed, a bedside table, a small desk and a shelf are the only furniture in this prison. Everything is white, it's blinding, disturbing, almost oppressive. Emie and I come in and hear the door close behind us. The lock makes noise again, clack, clack, here we are also locked.Without looking back, the crazy recognizes us. "It was a long time Emie. I suppose that since you are here, your big sister must also be present, because you would never have dared to come alone. Sit on the bed. "I'm intrigued by the fact that she was able to recognize Emie without even seeing her. "How did you know it was Emie?"She still does not look at us. "His way of walking. His right foot has always been heavy when he touches the ground and it takes longer to put it than the left. His gait is strangely irregular. I may not be the ideal mother, but I know you very well. "I never noticed that. "Indeed, as a mother, we did better.""Lisa, if you come here to spit your usual horrors, do not feel compelled to stay. I do not love you To be absolutely honest with you, my daughter, I never loved you, but God would have reproached me for putting an end to your life so I endured seeing you every day. Without forgetting that you had various utilities so you keeping yourself in shape was a deliberate choice on my part. Emie, the same for you, I hate you. You are so pitiful. Always you cry and hide behind your big sister. If you knew how many times I wanted to slaughter you like a lamb and offer your corpse as a sacrifice. Your sister, although she is only a whore who harbors the demon, has at least character. You are a complete failure. "Always so kind this old bitch. "If not, do you like your little room? I hope so anyway, because you are likely to stay here a very long time to what I understood. On the other hand, you seem to have a nice view. You're a very lucky woman, you even have a cute little desk. "She does not get angry but smiles? It does not look like him at all. What is this smile, I do not like it at all. "Lisa, what was the name you chose when you started making your pictures of whores? Do not lie to me. I saw you looking for the ideal pseudonym for a whole evening. Yes, what a pseudonym you could use. You had made your choice on the kitchen table. So Lisa, tell me, what was that name? "She can not know and it was only chance. "Hancok, why?"She laughs? "Little girl idiot, did I ever tell you where I came from? No, but when you were little you caught a discussion that did not concern you. My real name is Hanckok. You did not know how to write it and you did not even know why you chose this pseudonym I guess but the fact is that you chose it. The spelling was pretty close but it was not quite that. I also suppose that today you have to live with this bitch of Selena. Oh, I'm right again. You do not know who she is, is it? You do not know who she is. You do not know why you chose this pseudonym of a whore. Little girl, you know nothing but you allow yourself to make fun of me? Do you know why Selena was so eager to welcome you to her house? Do you know why she was watching you like a prey waiting for I to make a big mistake in order to to get you back? You have to tell yourself that with his relationships it should have been simple was not it? Error, her conscience trapped her. I was the one who manipulated her conscience, I could break everything and it had amuse me to remind her. Silly girl, you are the daughter of my sister slut. Do not cry, Selena is a slut who left you at home when I did not want you either. She and I have not seen each other for more than 10 years and she brings me a cockroach that I have to take care of. God asked me to take care of you, so I started to hesitate. I decided to take care of you when 4 days later, Selena came back to beg me to return her daughter she already loved and missed. From that moment on, I made the procedures speed up thanks to one of my acquaintances and you became my daughter only to hurt my sister slut. I'll teach you who your father is. Unknown. Selena was raped at the university and you are the rotten fruit that came out of this unapproved impure relationship. A filthy kid, born of the sin of flesh, unwanted that nobody wanted. A bastard who is is the sad memory of a dramatic episode in the life of a slut. Do not you make you fun of me anymore? Lisa? Why do not you laugh anymore? "The mad woman bursts out laughing. I see Emie who keeps pressing the button on the bed but, I do not really know where I am. Everything is confused, my heart beats too fast. I'm having trouble breathing, I'm suffocating. I cry so much. The play turns around me. I vomit on the floor. The door opensand two men come running. One of them immobilizes the madwoman and the second takes me in his arms to get me out. I think the mad screaming something about Selena but I lose consciousness.
