"Let go..."
Karen knew she was holding Dulan by the collar.
"Excuse me."
Karen knew that the people around her were watching her. But grinding teeth is inevitable.
The song has begun. Karen clenched her teeth and held Dulan's hand.
"True comfort this time."
He says the same thing as before. He can't remember. Karen led him combatively.
How am I going to die again this time?
What comfort did you say?
You have to wait another month for a meeting with Raymond. Duran repeats with the same face. Karen wanted to tear the same face off.
The song is over.
"I love you, I love you... I won't go so far. Karen Haier. We've been... since... I've seen it."
You must be the only one who's seen us for a long time. Karen keeps staring at him. Every word he said jarred me. From what I hear, this is how he looks at his memories.
With the face of an inferior and intimidated man, and the face of an eye, he is opening his face and examining it.
Karen felt the discomfort of a worm crawling around.
But you have to put up with it.
"Choi, at least smile."
Why should I laugh in front of you? Maybe you...
Karen laughed furiously, showing her teeth. Then he uttered what he had to say.
"I can't stand treating me like a fool.”
“…….”
Duran stopped talking.
He wasn't the one who was really treating me like a fool.
Karen recalls a time when she thought marriage to Dulan might be the answer. But that wasn't the answer. And I don't know how far he knows. But he never told Karen the whole story. He always stammered, pretended to be stupid, put her to sleep, removed the body, and dropped himself from the tower.
Who are you?
Karen puts up with what she wants to ask. Let's think about what we should do at this time. Let's do what we can now.
"Come to my room tonight."
Then Duran frowned. It was not anger or cursing.
"…to lock the door and let the dogs loose?"
"Ha."
"For God's sake, you did that on your 10th birthday."
Look at this abominable priest. He knows Karen doesn't remember, so he's looking at her. He knew that. After knowing it.
"Let's go right now."
But Karen knows how he is. He's, he's got a sexual desire. No matter how he looks at Karen, it's certain. He will obey Karen.
"I don't understand.”
Karen was close to him. Then he checked by his leg.
A lady has a secret weapon.
***
Karen tied Dulan up and sat on it. As soon as Duran entered the room, Karen immediately aimed at his head. Duran was staring from below as if he were chewing Karen.
"….Me, you're crazy. Rain, rain... get out of the way."
There was a brief rush, but he was caught cooler than I thought. Karen grabbed the man's hair underneath her.
"Why am I crazy?”
“…….”
What should we do with a man who keeps his mouth shut?
"I know you made a deal with Mom."
Oh my god.
Karen grabbed Dulan by the hair and hit him on the floor. Blood flowed from Duran's forehead. There was a weak groan, but it didn't look very painful. Karen really wanted to cause him pain.
"...you have me. I'll make a really annoying assumption."
"Ee, untie this.”
Karen held her hair firmly. I want to see this man cry and suffer. Flesh and evil are boiling up. But before that, I had to check with him. Karen had to hear the answer from him.
"Listen, I'm the one asking. You're the one who answers. Got it?"
"…crazy."
"I said shut up."
Karen put her nails on his scalp. Duran became quiet.
"You know, my mom got pregnant with me and I think this damn repetition has stopped.”
“…….”
"But I've never been pregnant."
“…….”
"I'm infertile, and that's why I'm forever… I thought you lived like this."
“…….”
"I've never been pregnant. Even if all men are scraped together.”
She was frustrated. I was devastated. I was overwhelmed with grief. But she decided not to do that anymore.
Karen put her gun to Dulan's temple. Karen suspects.
How far is he connected? Why does he know Karen has a coin?
What is the price he will pay from Catherine? And if his doubts are right, he is.
"By the way... by the way.”
Suspicion.
"The fact that I'm infertile.”
Karen pressed hard on the gun.
"If you gave me a stabilizer, wouldn't it be possible to make me infertile?”
Duran said after a while, looking up at Karen. But the answer was poor.
"…yes, I don't know what you're talking about.”
Is this going to be an escape?
Karen's anger flared up. Karen didn't pull the gun immediately because her neck was where she was aiming. The fact that if you pull it right away, you won't hear anything, stopped her. Karen chewed out. You have to put up with it.
"I die and live again. There's no way you don't know."
Karen knows Duran from the past life. Duran was certainly not afraid to die at that time. The last Duran was the basis. But now Duran has denied it.
"You, you, you're under that illusion... I'm into it. So I... I learned medicine."
"You admitted it!"
But it doesn't work. Duran slowly denies.
"…yes, good…it's an illusion."
Karen pulled out her knife with the gun pointed at Duran's hand. Puck! The knife pierced through the hand. Blood is pouring out. Duran opens his eyes wide.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
"I'll cut my finger next time.”
"Ha, ha."
Duran breathed out loud. Karen pushed her face underneath her towards the man who was catching her breath. Duran faces his face.
"Dulan…Dulan, honey?"
"…crazy."
Karen shook the knife slightly. And he glared at him from above.
"I've been married to you and broken up with you?"
The body was close together. When Karen saw him gasping and bleeding, she felt as if she had become a rapist. It's interesting.
"Ha."
"But you haven't done anything.”
Then I pulled out the knife. Duran's body wriggles. Karen pressed Dulan with her whole body.
"Until I kill someone.”
“…….”
"Well, isn't it? Anyway, last time you told me something about this and that.”
"…Kae, Karen Haier. You're crazy. Come on, this... Let go…."
Deeply.
Karen stabbed again. I closed my mouth with a pillow because I thought Duran would scream. Karen sees a man with a big twitch between his legs.
Even in this situation, he doesn't open his mouth properly. Karen stirred up the knife. I enjoy the vibrations of men. It's new to think of him before. Even then, he didn't speak properly until the end.
"Dulan. From now on, I'm going to cut your body little by little instead of stabbing you."
Someday, something else may come out instead of moaning.
"Should you keep your mouth shut until you have a few fingers left?”
“…….”
"You'll find out when you cut it."
In his previous life he knew Karen's repetition. Also, coins. Karen put a knife into Duran's fourth finger. Duran struggled harder.
"…k, ah,"
"Don't talk too loud."
Karen thrust the gun strongly into his neck. The tremors of his turret spread over the gun. Duran wriggled violently.
“…….”
Duran glares at Karen. Karen pulled out the pillow that was covering Duran's mouth.
"You, you're sick.”
Deeply.
I felt as if I could hear an inaudible scream.
"You really think I'm a moron, don'
“…….”
Karen thinks how funny it would be if someone saw them at this moment. He'd look like a madman. Poor doctor, a woman torturing her poor fiance.
Duran did not say. He says Karen is crazy. It looked like a normal believer who really believed nothing.
"Reply…. You have to answer. Why don't you say it right? Why?"
Karen pushed a gun under Duran's chin. But that didn't work either. He keeps denying it.
"Dulan."
Karen raised Duran's hair strong. His face twisted and his mouth opened naturally.
Wow
the real thing
Karen was genuinely upset.
I knew what I would look like. I know what this situation will be like. I'm so angry that I know how I'll look like.
It's different from Nancy. No matter how thin Duran is, Duran is a young man in his prime.
It's different from Gwiz. Prince Gwiz was when he was concentrating elsewhere, and Donna was holding him.
It's hard for Karen to subdue Duran. Karen realized several times that she had made a mistake. At the door, when you tie him up, on top of him.
Duran had several chances to subdue Karen. But he didn't.
"Ee..."
Karen knew he was as good as playing with herself now. This is not a real threat to him. That's why you can be like this. You are like a toy. And now he's like this, as if he's the victim. Like a good doctor. For 100 years.
I think I'm going to turn white with anger.
"I've lived for 100 years now. You don't think I can shoot you?”
"...this is... It's good for you... not."
That was the end. Karen seemed to break something in her head.
Bang!
There was a roar. Karen put it in Dulan's mouth and pulled the gun. Blood spattered in the room. Karen looked down at the fallen Duran.
"…you son of a gun."
Duran is still not dead. My eyes have turned. There is a hole in the back of the roof of my mouth and blood is constantly flowing. He clapped his lips.
"What, what?"
Karen drew her ears close in a person in a hurry. Duran's mouth is burning. I had to listen. When Karen got close to Duran, Duran grabbed Karen by the neck. Karen thought he was strangling for a moment. But it wasn't.
Duran grabbed Karen by the neck and pulled her close to her lips. Blood flowed constantly. He spoke in the shape of his mouth.
"…See you next time."
Duran fell apart. The tip of his lips was strangely raised. Karen got up by pushing his hand.
"…Ha!"
The dead body, which had already lost its breath, rolled around. Now he can't give any information.
"…oh, hell."
Oh, shit, I should've tortured him and killed him. Karen tied her loose hair back. I'm out of my mind. We need to get it organized.
"Oh, shit…."
What should we do this time? I thought Duran would be able to hear the answer from him, but this "Dulan" is different from the last Dulan.
There is no comfort or anything. This time, Duran is just playing Karen down thoroughly. He didn't even say what he knew properly.
Is Duran the mastermind of all this? From where? Why? And what is the right thing to do in this situation? How do we find hope? What am I supposed to do with the man who ran away to death?
"…let's take it out first."
Karen picked up a fallen knife. I'm so angry that I don't know what to do. Anger is not good for health. Before I die, I should at least vent my anger on Duran. Karen made up her mind.
And at that moment,
"My Lord!"
Karen felt something hit her head hard. It became dark before my eyes. Something warm covered my face constantly.