Chapter 39: Dangerous damsels

‎"PERVERT!" A loud noise that sounded like the shriek of a dieing mouse, that noise shredded the morning’s tranquility. It was followed by a chorus of furious shouts, the sound of water splashing violently, and the distinct, terrifying noise of many feet pounding against the earth in hot pursuit.

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‎"Get him!"

‎"Don’t let him escape!"

‎"He saw my rose tattoo! I got that for my ex-boyfriend, and now some stranger has seen it! He must DIE!"

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‎Friesian who was the the person the comments were being directed at was too busy, he was trying to keep his lungs from exploding.

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‎He crashed through the undergrowth, branches whipping at his face like the angry fingers of a forest that had also decided to take the women’s side. He could hear them behind him, a pack of vengeful hour figured woman chasing him. That would be every men dream if we ignore the weapons on their hands. And damn they were fast. Much faster than he’d anticipated.

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‎Now, dear reader, you might think that a man in Friesian position, fleeing for his life from seven furious, naked women would have the decency, the good sense to keep his mouth shut. You would be wrong. Friesian have a urge he can’t control, an urge to poke hungry lioness, even though there is a high chance of them destroying him completely even with his bones. And when being chased by a mob of murderous nudists, his mouth seemed to develop a mind entirely of its own.

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‎"The thing is," he wheezed over his shoulder as he ducked under a low-hanging branch, "technically, you were the ones who were naked in open room! I mean, who does that? Don’t you have the common decency to close the door? or don’t tell me it is faulty? but evenif it is that self, there is literally many other options?"

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‎"SHUT UP AND DIE!" came the collective response.

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‎"See, that’s the kind of attitude that’s going to give you wrinkles!" Friesian shouted back, vaulting over a fallen log. "I’m just saying! Stress is terrible for the skin! You should be thanking me for providing this cardio opportunity!"

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‎A spear whizzed past his ear. It was a very nice spear. Smooth and sharp around it edges, with a nice handle. it was well-aimed. well aimed to kill. Friesian filed away the information that these women had excellent aim and continued running.

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‎"I’m also just going to point out," he gasped, weaving between trees, "that the rose tattoo thing? That’s a you problem! I didn’t ask to see it! I didn’t even get a good look! For all I know, it could have been a tulip! Or a cabbage! It was very far away!"

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‎"IT’S A ROSE!" Brenda screamed from somewhere behind him. "IT’S CLEARLY A ROSE! IT HAS PETALS AND A STEM AND EVERYTHING!"

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‎"Well, maybe if you’d held still, I could have appreciated it properly!" Lupingo yelled, immediately regretting the words as they left his mouth. He felt multiple demonic aura rising from his back. He immediately tried to explain.

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‎"That came out wrong! That came out so wrong! I meant artistically! From a purely artistic standpoint!"

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‎The sounds of pursuit intensified. Friesian could hear the heavy breathing of very angry women who were also, apparently, in excellent cardiovascular shape. He risked a glance over his shoulder and immediately wished he hadn’t. They were gaining. Leading the pack was Brenda, her cloth which she rushly wear was still showing some part of her bussom she failed to cover. I want to tell her that her bussom is out, that I can see it jiggling, but the angel in my mind tell me that I would only make matter worse if I tell her that. So as a stellar student of the righteous path I faced forward, act like I saw nothing, but not before imprinting the image in my head.

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‎"You know," Friesian panted, crashing through a bush, "most people would just call me pervert! throw some couples of insult, and then let me be! Maybe ask me to pay some sum of money for seeing that beautiful scene!. Trust me when I say if it’s to pay a sum of money for that beautiful scenery, that I would gladly pay. I am a very civilized person, you can ask around.

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‎"I’M GOING TO WEAR YOUR EARS AS EARRINGS!"

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‎"That’s not civilized at all! That’s the opposite of civilized! That’s barbaric! Have you considered meditation? Yoga?

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‎His foot caught on a root, and he went sprawling, his apple flying from his hand to land face-down in a patch of mud. He scrambled up, his heart hammering against his ribs like a frantic bird in a cage.

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‎"Oh, great," he muttered, looking at his ruined apple. "That was a first class apple, the only fruit that I have seen that is edible in this god forsaken place. Now I’m going to be hunted and starved for food. "I shouted at them for my apple, but continued to run.

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‎it’s not like I can stop even if I want to, I will be killed on the spot. This women are not joking around, they are extremely serious about killing me

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‎"You, wait, I believe I have an apple right here with me, why don’t you stop to receive the apple.

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‎"Ah, that’s so nice, but we both know I can’t stop, maybe I will receive the apple from you another day, maybe in the far future"I said with fake gratitude. they think I m stupid to fall for the apple trick. Although I am very hungry and very much want that apple.

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‎"That’s very disappointing! You don’t know that, I may not be around then why don’t you receive it now! Maybe the taste from that apple will be enough to poison you. it would be an easier death, compare to the kind you will face when we get our hand on you.

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‎He burst out of the tree line and found himself in a clearing he’d never seen before. In the center of it stood two different structure that was... unexpected. It looked like a miniature golf course, with a touch of Las Vegas casino despair. "damn I don’t want to go inside that place, it is like those horror film where the film character see a house that give bad sign, bad hibie jibes, yet that character enter the house because they found it fascinating. I remember always causing the characters, but now I am faced with that same option.

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‎Step into a room with a big sign of unknown death, or wait outside for the damsels to get hold of me. That would be a known death, although I won’t like the way I will be killed, after all I have been given snippet of what will be done to me if I am caught.

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‎Friesian didn’t have time to question the cosmic absurdity of it all. He just ran for the house with uncertain death, he did not trust those women on their so called easy, painless death nonsense. He yanked it door open, and dove inside, slamming it shut behind him. He fumbled with a rusty latch, his fingers slick with sweat, and finally managed to slide it into place.

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‎He leaned against the heavy wooden door, chest heaving, listening to the muffled thud of fists and branches against the other side.

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‎"He’s in there!" a voice yelled.

‎"Break it down!"

‎"Wait, look at the sign..."

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‎A moment of silence. Then, a different voice, more confused than angry. "The Altar of the Unforeseen Vow? What in the world?"

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‎Friesian, catching his breath, couldn’t help himself. "It’s a lovely place!" he called through the door. "Very rustic! Lots of character! You should see the interior decour of the house, it is like a Collab between Dan vici and van Gogh, it is very marvelling. come take a look!"

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‎"WE’RE GOING TO KILL YOU!"

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‎"See, that’s the thing! You keep saying that, but you haven’t actually done it yet! I’m starting to think you’re all talk! No action! Very disappointing! I expected more from a group of women who apparently have no problem with not closing the door to their dressing room.

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‎"I can’t take it anymore you fucker, The house door was fricking closed, you appear in our room suddenly like a shameless, perverted thief, and you have the stupid audacity of throwing the blame at us, for leaving our dressing room door open. "one of the woman tell out with steam emitting from all her face, her face was already red all through.

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‎"Claryde let him be, he would be taken care by the owner of that house, we can now dust our hand of him. "A older woman who looked mid 30 said.

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‎"but I really want to be the one that provide his death. "she replied.

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‎"don’t worry, the owner of the house will give him a death befitting for perverted fuck like him.

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