Flip the Coin [BL] Chapter 158. Air

No. No. Absolutely not.

With trembling hands, I tried to get a look at the child’s face, but his mother’s corpse had gripped him so tightly that I needed to break her arms for her to let go.

"I’m sorry, Ma’am."

Finally, I pulled the child out and turned his body. Opening his eyes forcefully, I saw a dazed, glazed eye that stared back at .

FUCK!

Are you seriously telling that we had to get such a young child to slit his throat, kill him first, or watch him kill himself after two weeks?

No. Absolutely not.

My breathing accelerated, and I felt there was no air here; there was no way to breathe. FUCK, we are underground. HOW COULD THERE EVEN BE AIR?

"Kenny?"

There is no air here; I will suffocate. How can we get that kid to kill himself? Can you even PACKAGE THAT ACTIVITY AS SO GODDAMN GA FOR HIM TO COOPERATE? FUCK!

But now he has at least a chance to survive. No, FUCK! It would be better if he had died in his mother’s arms. How THE FUCK should he survive this? He will only be tornted further by the visions the shadow showed him.

"Kenny, what’s wrong? I’m coming."

There is no air, and it is so damn hot. Breathing is difficult, and FUCK, so is thinking. Why is it so hard to finish a thought? What is going on here? Did all the people we got out really survive, or had I imagined everything? How could they have even survived underground without FUCKING AIR?!

Maybe they have all been dead, or they are all possessed, and now we walked into this big coffin only for us to die as well.

"Kenny, look at ." My head was turned, and I saw Henry, who was breathing just fine, but I was not fine; NOTHING WAS FINE. We are all going to die; the giant will co for us, and he will eat us, so maybe suffocating didn’t sound so bad.

If I wake the child up for long enough to show him how I get possessed and kill myself, if I tell him that he can do it too, would he be able to? Would he even UNDERSTAND IT?

"KENNY!" I tried to take a deep breath, but no matter how fast I breathed or how deeply, there was no oxygen; the air was not enough. I started to feel really dizzy; it was coming; it’s over now.

No, children are afraid of pain. So if we drug him, if we give him dication and tell him it wouldn’t hurt, would he be able to do it?

"KENNY! BREATHE SLOWLY, SLOWLY!" Henry yelled while his blue eyes pierced into .

Had he lost it? If I stop even for a mont, I won’t even get the bit of air I am surviving on now by breathing with all my might.

We can just kill him; he should have died anyway. I have to end his suffering and the bad dreams as soon as possible; I have to do it now. While I still stared at Henry, my hand snaked around the child’s neck, but no matter how much pressure I tried to apply, my body didn’t listen, only lightly and securely holding the small body.

My eyes teared up while Henry cupped my face and told to calm down before he finally cursed.

"DAMN IT! Punish later for that." He hissed, before he grabbed the back of my head and pulled to him, pressing his lips against mine.

I tried to suck in air, but there was very little coming in until my foggy brain rembered that I could breathe in through my nose. I took deep, rapid breaths through my nose, and Henry’s eyes snapped open, which he had apparently closed at so point.

He looked at angrily, and my next deep breath was interrupted by a tongue that crept into my mouth. He grabbed my jaw to force it open as he let go and slid his tongue over the inside of my upper teeth.

My breathing stopped literally, and while I couldn’t make one bit of sense of what he was doing, he licked over my tongue as if he was simply trying to make angry.

I tried to push him away with my shoulder, only for him to tilt his head and deepen whatever he was doing; while looking at piercingly at this close range. He again took a profound lick of my tongue as if he really was so dog, so animal.

Trying again to push him away with my shoulder, he fell back against the wall of the tunnel with against him, while his hand wandered from my jaw to securing the child’s head so it wouldn’t get injured.

Simultaneously, I could feel Henry laughing, his deep voice reverberating inside my mouth.

I tried to bite him, but he was fast, and the mont my jaw opened after the attempt, his tongue slipped back inside my mouth.

THIS GUY!

I have my hands full with a possessed kid, and WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE? THAT GUY WILL GET IT SO BADLY FROM , I SWEAR TO GOD.

While he still pressed the back of my head to him, not giving any leeway, I responded to his... whatever it was.

I pushed my tongue against his and did what I would do with a girl, slowly and carefully, ’tasting her.’

He froze completely, his body and especially his tongue unmoving.

I sucked on it and, feeling that his hold on the back of my head had lessened, I pulled away and headbutted him as hard as I could.

"YOU WILL DIE TODAY YOU GAY FU–HIC..." I hollered at him only to be interrupted by a fucking hiccup.

THERE’S NO WAY THAT CAN BE TRUE, ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ?

The last ti I had that was when I was a kid!!??

While holding his forehead, Henry broke into laughter, loud enough to echo through the tunnel, corpses everywhere, a fucking sll to die from, a possessed child and his dead mother by the side, and this GUY WAS BEHAVING GAY AND JOKING AROUND, ARE YOU KIDDING ?!

I WILL KILL HIM; THIS MOTHERFUCKER WILL DIE TODAY!

I closed my mouth so that what had just happened would not happen again, yet the next hiccup let my whole body flinch.

Henry laughed even more while taking the child out of my arms and crawling back with it, bringing it out of the tunnel.

I would have kicked his ass if he weren’t holding soone.

No matter; he will suffer for everything that just happened.