Months later when have long cuddled up he has persuade her of his new trip , at this point it is certain for him to win her trust since she has been in unconsciousness , for an initiating financial trip.

Who will say no to this persuasion for we are all whores whoring for our living.

Some dance naked on stage , some self-styled decent marry rich customers who can pay high price for their flesh and some put on clothes that don't belong to them to entertain what they loathe the most and you are not supposed to be honest with your feeling as you are just a whore whoring for a bowl of rice.

He frequent trips bring in happiness and the glimpse of a well-adorned future pictures in her eyes and with that prospective glimpse he goes more often and the old flesh-seeking beast that has rested for a while has been allowed to wake up when the loneliness creeps in which is quite excusable and he comes close on the verge of doing anew what he practiced.

One day has been counting its days to get into him to get him done what he did and to forget the sleeping beauty. He struggles to draw her picture in her solitude by relying on his meditative skills but the flow of hormone and its impact has finally subdued his pictorial struggle and, apparently, he has committed what has long been suppressed.

Satisfaction comes along with guilt but the guilt is lessened if that is repeated too often. So the lessened guilt has no need to confess and confession is performed by inexperienced people.

Naturally, it is tricking people into your trap and sometime you become the victim of your own trap. When you are trapped in your own trap you holler for help and that hollering draws the attention of the closed ones.

He is trapped and she hears him moan and the coloured guilt appears above the surface. Caught red-handed and she dumbfounded she can't think of any word only to silent her thought and to apologize to her conscience for ignoring the warning.

When she came to rescue him she had Nike shoes now she walks home barefoot as if the road she has taken has robbed her shoes off.

When you have a shattered heart and your vision has been glued to darkness and despondence how one can phantom the value of clothes and prickly pain you feel while seeking for a chilled place which can embrace you and send a shiver from your brain till your toe to shake off the old and rusted past that has corroded your life?

The seemingly well-constructed cocoon life just shatters as if it had waited for too long to dwindle in a fraction of fraction. It is unwise of everyone to be perceptive to kindle with the appalling nature of the world like I have been. This is the legend speaking who has been made one by the innumerable bites and the sparkling scars on the heart.

High time she did something on her own to stand on her feet instead being an adorned concubine in the sweet scented harem of the wolf who has long devoured the flesh in the emotional expenses of others.

Victimization here can be justified as the law of nature permits its very nature to balance the happiness and sorrow in its fleshy environment, like the food pyramid where a lion is crowned as the unquestionable king and let other weaker lives be the prey to make them avail for the king's hunger.

She has been devoured and what is left of her is the rotten discarded meat in the alley of wilderness to discover the path that she undertook and was forced to abandon to make herself avail for the hungry king only to be the left wounded and relapse as though the fate was secretly tracing her footprint to bestow her the well known traumatic life one deserves for being naïve.

to be continued...