They went to sleep as they should be in a better state to give their all. I stayed up until two in the morning and went to sleep. The next day, they woke me up, asking me to attend the selections with them, but I rejected them, saying that I would prepare the dinner for them if the three of them got their tickets, and made them leave.
After they left, I tidied up the place and took a bath. In the afternoon, I ordered the items required to prepare the food and went to sleep as I felt tired.
Then I found myself in a totally different place, this place is both beautiful and horrific at the same time. I didn't get why I was feeling like that. That was a place I have never seen or been to before, yet I feel so attached and familiar to it.
Why do I feel this sensation?
I hate this sensation; my brain couldn't process the information properly.
I was in an elevator going down. Suddenly, I felt something vibrating in my pocket, and my hand moved on its own. It was a phone, and a call came; it picked it up and said something and placed it back.
This sensation is the same as I felt five months back.
I remembered the memories of the dream I had five months ago. I hated this feeling; it's like everything's under your control, but there's nothing you can control. The helplessness I feel, I can't shout, I can't move my legs or hands, not even shut my eyelids.
It's like wrapping up your whole body tightly with a blanket and tying it tightly with a rope. I feel suffocated.
This isn't the first time; this is the third time.
Finally, the elevator reached its destination. The body started to move again. As it exited the elevator, the outside was fully bright white, blinding the eyes. Even though I felt like closing my eyes, this body didn't close them. The only reason that I could think of was that it is used to them, but it did close them slightly.
Everything was blur for me, but the body was walking. After a few seconds, I was able to see, and the area was large, wide space. It was beautiful, something out of a movie or a novel.
There was a glass wall not attached to the walls, but attached to the ceiling and the floor at a few meters from my position. After closing in the distance, the glass wall wasn't just a wall, it was in the shape of a box, four sides full of glass walls.
This place is so hard to understand, where in the world I am, where in the world is this place or what the hell is this body doing here.
The glass box was large enough to contain quite a number of people. There was a door to enter it, but the body didn't do so.
To my surprise, there was a man in a white single-breasted suit from top to bottom, including the shoes. From the look of his face, he looked like a Westerner, blonde hair, fair to pale skin, brown eyes, solid physique, maybe around five feet eleven inches.
He was sitting on a chair with a single-person table and was having pasta and wine. The wine bottle looked like it was at least thirty to forty years. I know this because my grandpa drinks the same brand.
There was also a flower vase with a single meadowsweet flower. How do I know that? It's simple, Kenji's little sister is into flowers and flower arrangement, and we used to go pick her up from her classes, and she would tell us what she learned and showed us the pictures of the flowers and its names.
The body moved from there to the position it was at first.
Suddenly, a few people started coming and stood behind my body, after the arrival of a few more batches of people, with the last batch bringing a chair with them.
This body sat down in the chair while unbuttoning his suit.
For some reason, the faces of those men were filled with fear, nervousness, a face that has lost their will to live.
The one inside has completed his food after enjoying it thoroughly, along with the wine. He wiped his mouth with the napkin placed on his lap, placed it on his left side, and poured himself another glass of wine.
The people behind me started walking in. My body also started following them. They all surrounded him in circular form.
He was in his position, savouring his wine, while these men were ready to attack.
After he finished his wine, he got up from his seat. My body walked towards him. He handed his suit jacket to my body, and my body took out a pair of knuckles from the waist pocket of the suit that is on my body, placed them on the table, and left the box.
From the inside, the glass wall wasn't just a transparent wall, it was a mirror. The same kind that was used in police investigation rooms.
My body locked the door, went to the seat, and sat.
Inside the box, the man was unbuttoning his sleeves and folding them upper than his elbow. He twisted his waist a little, picked up the knuckles, put them on, and took a stance of a tall, upright, and narrow, with his left hand extended to manage distance and the right hand protecting the chin.
It was the stance of bareknuckle fighting.
As soon as he took his stance, a man pounced on him, leaving him in a sudden shock.
But he just punched through his chest, and a hole formed, making the flesh in that area blast backward. The body flew a few meters back; his hands covered in blood.
The remaining men all started to attack him.
He fought against them all. It was a lot more horrible than what I've done and watched, intestines and organs falling out, bones showing out, heads getting blasted, limbs getting torn, brains and the flesh becoming pulp, mash, and blood flowing from the bodies.
The white floor inside the box was filled with blood, bodies, mirrors covered with blood and body mash, as the mash slid from the glass.
As the fight went on, the view from outside was not clear. After five minutes, there was a single man standing inside.
My body got up and went inside.
As it opened the door, there was an eyeball near the entrance, and the body just walked on it while crushing it. It felt disgusting and uneasy, like a hundred bugs and insects crawling on my body.
Stepping on eyeballs, I didn't even dream of plucking an eye out. All I ever did was plucking nails, cutting fingers, tongues, and making burns. The highest I've ever done was cutting a wrist.
After seeing that scenery, those bodies and body parts lying around made me woozy.
The man was covered in blood from top to bottom. His white suit became red. He was swinging his arms to get rid of the body pulp that was on his hands.
My body went near him, knelt down, took his right hand, and kissed it, just like how a subordinate kisses the hand of his boss in a mafia movie.
What's shocking to me was, this body kissed his bloody hand without a second thought. My nauseousness increased.
The body then got up and pulled the chair for that man. He sat in it, leaning back and stretching his legs, putting them on the table.
My body removed the knuckles off from his hand and put a cigarette in his mouth and lit it.
He took a deep single puff and released a lot of smoke. He then got up, and my body helped him with his suit jacket.
The pure white jacket slowly began to become red after he put it on.
He headed towards the door while giving out smoke. From the back, it looked really beautiful.
I didn't understand why I felt like that, other things I didn't understand were, who are these people? Why did this man in white/red kill these men? Why is my body serving him? As I was thinking my hemophobia started to act up, and someone woke me up.