“I love you, I truly love you and I
really wished I could go with you but you need to leave, now, before
it’s too late”, Brownie answered.
Her voice was desperate, as if she knew
that she was already fighting against something that was bound to
happen.
“It’s safe for now”, Sahel’s
other self answered .
“We can never be safe”, Brownie
said holding his hand tighter.
The door flew open.
“I’m begging you, I didn’t do
anything, please please”, she said clinging at Sahel’s robe as he
was standing up again.
“She is still in denial”, he said
turning around, “I don’t think another session would be
necessary, nothing can save her.”
“Our sessions are always necessary
and I wondered what we will get out of you”, the priest said, he
looked like the master, there was less wrinkles on his face, he
didn’t have horns on the top of his head but Sahel could smell the
death of hundreds of people on him as he entered the room followed by
three others. Two of them grabbed Sahel’s other self while the
third one grabbed Brownie. Sahel felt like fighting back but his
other self didn’t move, he was looking cold and composed. Sahel
never thought that someone could play the comedy this well.
“What is the matter, father?” he
asked smiling. He was scared.
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