Chapter Four
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Rika has exhausted his energy, muttering in disbelief, “What do you say?! Do I have to believe this nonsense of yours?! You attach your act to Nick to protect your instigator.”
The other began to beg him to have mercy on him and to believe what he said.
“I swear, that’s the name of the person the commander mentioned, and he’s communicating with someone via walkie-talkie, telling him to go to Nick, so he can give money to my wife for killing you.”
Meanwhile, Rika’s energy faded, and he dealt a strong blow from behind with his fist on the person’s head in his hands, causing the attacker to fall. Rika’s body began to stagger before being swallowed up by a black spiral.
After a few hours, One of the nymphs sits dressed in white, exhausted from fatigue after the surgery she performed on this handsome man with wheat skin and his masculine features.
His chin, with which he grew a short beard, increased his handsomeness and added to his attractiveness.
Rika lies in front of her on the medical bed, occupied by his height and bare chested muscularity, as seen from the window of the examination room during the wrestling times organized by the prison administration every Tuesday among detainees as a kind of sports activity, in which prisoners drain their energy instead of using it to harm each other.
The doctor in charge of the male prisoners’ clinic left in the support plane that supplies the prison with food and supplies, so there was no one else to do the necessary work in such emergency circumstances, as this is the date of the doctor’s annual leave.
She admires Rika; she admits that, even though they are different, she likes him.
He is one of the prisoners.
Ghada is a prison doctor, an Egyptian, and a Muslim, but he has no religion or creed.
She stretched out her thin palm, groping his forehead, sensing his heat, as if seeing him in front of her so close, she forgot everything she knew about medicine and what she studied at university.
Her explored hand turned into a caressing other, touching the divisions of his face with a wandering fascination.
During his coma, he felt something close to his face as his imagination evoked the events he went through before losing consciousness, as if a movie had just ended, oblivious to the passage of more than six hours since that incident.
He suffers, feels a sharp pain in his chest, trembles after feeling frost of unknown origin, as if he is wearing nothing on his upper part, and his ear picks up the sound of the disturbance of someone’s breath next to him.
It is not known why the heart rate rises next to him, whether it is fear or something else.
He wondered. , about to return to consciousness, leaving behind the vortex of the unconscious, wondered about the intention of the owner of the hand close to his face, and the answer came from his subconscious mind, confirming the inevitability of the betrayal of its owner., about to return to consciousness, leaving behind a vortex of the unconscious, wondered about the intention of the owner of the hand close to his face, and the answer came from his subconscious mind, confirming the inevitability of the betrayal of its owner.
His senses were stimulated, overcoming his pain as he controlled the continuation of the claim of constancy until he deceived those next to him and then quickly grabbed the wrist of that hand.
He attracts the body of the owner of the hand while jumping lightly, which decreases with the state of weakness he is in, luring the owner of the hand to put him in his place on the bed, dominating him with his body, and opening his eyelids to identify the attacker this time.
As soon as his eyes fell on the face of his attacker, he became fond of the attacker, flirting with her and his mouthpiece, saying,
“How beautiful the striker is!! And the charm of the attacker’s eyes!! And seduce the lips of the attacker!!”
He leaned his body towards her, and his face became close to hers, controlling her, and his legs surrounding her body on both sides, kneeling on top of her, resting on his knees on the bed.
He looked at her features boldly, and his gaze landed, biting by his teeth on the side of his lower lip, rudely examining her body, and despite the reverence of her uniform, his gaze made her feel like she was wearing a bathing suit.
Rika in an emotional voice, and he began to suspect that he was still in a coma, dreaming of her nearness, as he had hoped before this prisoner attacked him, or perhaps the soul left his body, saying,
“What did Rika do to move to heaven?!”
Can a person wish for something and be sincere in supplication, calling on all hidden or apparent forces, to share his hope so that he may be lucky, which was stubborn of him, and his desires will be fulfilled?!
He is not an atheist, nor is he a preacher of religion; he is a believer in divinity, but because of the many dispersions and divergence of orientations, he is lost between the search for an approach and the temptations that life offers.
But what has been established in himself is that if man desires something strongly and pursues that will, he will not be deprived of it by the great powers that gave him life.
Her body trembles beneath him, his warm breath caressing the side of her face, sending a state of wandering into herself, his strong arms surrounding her from both sides.
Words that came out of his lips possessed her heart, and he said spontaneously,
“How beautiful you are, my girl!!”
No, she will not remain so still; his proximity is dangerous to her, that vigor that looms in his hazel eyes, which are clouded with desire, predicting the coming doom.
So she did…
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