Twenty-four

She seemed to have something to say. But he was sure to say to himself that, he would let whatever she would have to say become his reality. He knew how she would prey on his thoughts and make him what he wouldn't in his right mind. 

"What is a slut? Tell me what it is. I don't know and might be of help. Come sit by me and tell me."

Oh no! He knew what she trying to do. She was trying to buy time till she would be able to conjure again and have her way around the whole deals. She was that crafty. He should know her. He knew her and wouldn't play dumb to whatever she was going to do. He was eager to let her know that he knew all of her plains. That was what that it seemed like of course. 

"Check it up in your scroll, bitch!"

He opened the curtain and stepped out. As he did that, he felt a blow behind the curtain. He had no idea what that was but he knew that he wasn't going to enter into that hut anymore. Not when he was sane. 

If by logic, who in his right mind would have a hut in such remote part of the village all by itself if not for some hideous acts? Who would have a hut behind the Ninus' tomb of not for the rage of evil and tie of fate which such would love to untie. 

He walked few steps away from the hut and tree before it. He was hungry. He wanted to eat from the tree but he wouldn't. He couldn't afford to. She probably had injected somehow and might have a way to control his mind if he did eat from it. You could never predict a Nymph. 

He looked at his back. He had walked past the tree too. He felt relieved as he watched the hut. It seemed as though he found a new self in him. It seemed as though he had the best day ever. Like he had be broken off a shell. He hadn't felt that ever. That was some good sign. 

If that would continue that way, how glad he would be to have his way with several other things and figure out exactly what he wanted and how to go for it. 

And through what he had with the Nymph Through the experience he had been made to suck from the incident that happened with her, he arrived at a conclusion. He was able to deduce that a man can always make himself free of anything provided such is ready to. If a man is stuck to something, then it's because such is yet to agree with his instinct on whether to go about the thing or not. 

He was glad that he could make that decision and would be very careful with dealing with other kinda maidens he probably would meet ever again. 

He was somewhat skeptical as he stood outside. He felt like he wanted to back inside to meet her and beg her not to be annoyed. Like tell her that he wanted to have the sex with her and wanted to feel her within himself and vice versa. That he had longed for her all his life and would do anything to keep her. 

But no! He wouldn't do that. His instinct wouldn't suffer him to. That was the reason the lady had done that. To have him craving for more. And knowing why she had done that, If he fell for it, twould be more like being foolish. He couldn't afford that. 

He kept walking and occasionally would look back. He was afraid. Why was the lady that silent? Was it because she had another plan? He couldn't be really sure. He was just of the opinion. If she really was interested in him and wanted to have him at all cost, then she would had come for him at that moment. She would run after him or followed him or cast a spell on him to keep him. He was so sure about that. 

But did he really want her to do that? Hadn't he been praying that he wanted to free from her claws? What was he thinking then? He seemed not to know what he wanted. He seemed to be the specimen he had been made to be. Though she would no longer see him, she had left her mark on him. Not on his face or body or something but on his instinct. He couldn't think like he used to. He knew that he might even had been made a slave to sex. There was nothing which was impossible for the psychotic lady. He was sure about that. 

The day was in gloom. He had no idea why. The clouds were retreating in a haste and sweeping across the lawn of the sky. The sun was skeptical whether to stay or not. The gloom was so towering that he felt like he would gulped by its rage. 

He opened his eyes. He seemed to had been sleepwalking. The day was still bright and everything seem much lively, only that he hadn't left where he was. He hadn't walked past the Ninus' tomb. He was generous to look behind him again. But he was shocked at that moment. 

The hut was no longer there. He halted to be if he was really seeing or he was still closing his eyes. The magic was happening to quickly. 

He was partly confused. What had happened half a minute ago seemed not to be as a result of he sleepwalking or something close to that. It seemed like twas the act of the lady. She was the one who had power the cloud then and the effect was hiding the hut from his face or something. He wasn't sure. He was just making his hypotheses. 

He kept walking. He walked past the Ninus' tomb and saw a hut he had never seen there. He didn't care. He kept on walking. He walked past the large statue of Aphrodite, behind it was the same hut he had seen a while ago. 

He didn't know what to think. Was the lady really following him in disguise?

He didn't know if he should feel special or not.  He didn't know.