Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 473. | The Dead Come Talking (by Roe Kapara) (4)

Chapter 473: 473. | The Dead Come Talking (by Roe Kapara) (4)

Waking up, I reached for my right side, where no Henry was.

Instead, I touched a piece of paper.

Raising my head in a daze to look at the paper, I saw exactly four big red hearts drawn on it.

Ha!

In addition, if the message wasn’t clear enough, there were arrows under each heart, pointing to a ’4’ at the bottom.

How fucking romantic.

I groaned and let myself fall back again, closing my eyes and listening for Henry’s whereabouts.

He was apparently showering in the cursed bathroom, so I stopped the superhearing to give him some privacy.

I stalled for a few minutes before forcing myself into the bathroom.

First, I brushed my teeth with half-closed eyes, then washed my face, and finally reached for the black box and lube on top of the mirror.

What a nice routine.

Towel on the floor, and then pulling the fourth silicone thing out of the partly covering foam—revealing the mystery length of the day.

"Damn it." It was really longer than yesterday’s.

What’s with that awful packaging? Is that black box especially for people like Henry who scammed their partners into this shit?

Did Henry package it himself somehow after writing the booklet?

Anyway, we have reached the thickness diameter of 1 and 3/4 middle fingers, which will be the new measurement for thickness when it comes to things meant to be shoved up one’s ass.

The thickness of the seventh day was about 3 middle fingers in diameter, which is honestly fucking huge.

Henry had a very good size and thickness for a man, though I would prefer it to be MUCH smaller—but luckily he wasn’t like the psycho MCs in the (heterosexual) novels I read in my early teenage years (featuring many women) who had the length and thickness of a forearm or such jokes.

Hah... I feel so gay talking about another cock, even if it is just in my head.

So... the women in the novels liked the forearm-size, but I.WOULD.NOT.

If he had a monstrous package like that and dared to start a negotiation, I would have just laughed at him before offering to cut it off if he were that horny—since I have experience with that, and my victim had even survived.

So all in all, the seventh-day butt plug should be a bit thicker than Henry’s dick, which would make the whole thing more painless, I think—not that I planned to let it come to that if I can just fuck him unconscious or, worst case, just not cum while doing him.

Anyway.

Hands washed, the fourth silicone thing was washed and then put back in the box, because I would conjure it up.

Then I conjured up the first one and put a bunch of lube on it.

Then slowly inserting the tampon size... I grimaced... because it started to get easier, which made me nearly doubt what the booklet promised: that even loosened at one point, it would turn back to normal.

I will have to check tomorrow before doing it if I’m not already gaping down there.

Anyway, 10 minutes for the first one, 10 minutes for the second one, 30 minutes for the third one, and 30 minutes for the fourth one—I am currently just doing it by feeling, and me being over an hour busy with this shit should be enough.

Now instead of just feeling nasty, I also felt ’uncomfortably full’ at best and ’constipated as fuck’ at worst.

The pressure on my organs was, with every time that thing got thicker AND longer, also more intense.

At least I won’t die.

When I was rid of the constipation, showered, clothed, and contact-lensed, I found Henry in the corridor again, looking at his hand in a daze.

Okay, that shit ends here.

I speedily stepped to him and grabbed his hand, flipping the coin.

"What are you doing?" he asked me, but I already uncovered the coin in the space inside my head.

Back of my hand, golden, eyes and ears uncovered; correct the past of Henry with the command given: ’Show me what is wrong with Henry.’

I stand in our bedroom, seeing myself sleeping by his side, holding his hand.

It has been a while since I’ve seen myself, but because I was ’just’ looking into the past instead of the future, there was no pressure from the natural law.

Henry is asleep as well, but something is wrong with him.

He trembles and twitches, looking a bit like the last time, but at least there is no spit all over him.

But he is crying silently.

So I won’t get to see what he is dreaming, is that it?

Did I ever flip the coin and get to see someone’s dreams? I don’t think so.

I step closer to him and crouch down, hating my sleeping self for playing in dreamland while he suffered.

I place my hand on his chest.

"It’s alright, Henry. It’s alright." Just like the last time I touched him during a vision, I can only feel the sensations, like the fabric of his shirt and his body temperature, but I can’t even pull the blanket up to cover him more.

I stay in the vision until I am naturally ejected.

Coming back and looking into Henry’s eyes, also in contact lenses, I asked him,

"You had another nightmare last night. What is going on with you?"

Henry let go of my hand and looked at me as if gauging what I had seen just now.

A few seconds later, he bent down, put his forehead against mine, and said with a sigh,

"I dream a lot and have sleep paralysis. I think now that everything is ’normal’ again, my psyche starts to digest everything that has happened in the last few years."

I wanted to tell him to stop bullshitting me, but then he continued.

"Give me a bit of time. I will tell you about my dreams then. I am not in any danger, and neither are you. I promise."

He bent down and pecked my lips.

"Please~"

I turned away and ran my hand through my hair in frustration, not knowing what to say other than,

"Alright."

Then I thought of something.

"Can I at least look into the conversation you had with my grandma? If she were mean to you, I’d avenge you."

"Ahaha. No need; I’ll tell you: she gave me a check and asked me to stay away."

I chuckled and turned back to Henry, but he seemed dead serious, so I raised my eyebrows.

"No fucking way? How much?"

"Enough to scare the rich. But not nearly enough to leave you~~" He grinned handsomely.

"Hah. I’ll speak with her." I laughed angrily, not knowing if I was pissed off by the move itself or by the fact that it was so cringey in nature.

"Don’t. I solved it splendidly." Henry took my hand and raised my arm to somehow twirl me so that I stood with my back to him the next moment, and he could hang onto me like always.

I laughed at the next cringe happening, all the while hearing the others eat in the kitchen.

Henry pushed me forward, and I only noted how expertly he stopped me from looking more into the two topics after I sat down and ate my first piece of bread.

Now was usually the time to get paranoid about everything Henry was hiding from me, but to my surprise, I didn’t feel the fear or the imaginary threat that would cue a paranoid fit.

"I heard from Ethan," my grandmother said at the end of breakfast while sipping on her little dark coffee or whatever the hell she was ingesting from the small cup in her hand.

I raised my hand with the little bread, asking her silently what the hell I should do with this little information.

She furrowed her brows.

"Martin Lawrence is trustworthy?"

I nodded.

"Yeah."

Finally remembering the task for today, I asked her,

"What about Jeyjey and Henrietta? Can they be transported in their states?"

The old dragon’s expression didn’t look good.

"That girl woke up not long ago; the other is probably too sick to be transported."

"Henrietta is too sick to get transported?" Should I give her more of my blood?

She had already gotten some because she had been poisoned by the Lawrence family.

Hmm... It wouldn’t matter either way because it seemed I couldn’t ’use’ the bodies of females... which would probably be even more disturbing than using a body that was taller than me.

"No. Wrong girl," she spat.

"?" I looked at her.

"Wait, what? Henrietta woke up??"

I turned to Henry and saw him looking uninterested.

"Did you know that?"

"No," he said and glanced at my grandmother, who countered his gaze with a glare.

"She woke up a few days ago," Ethan intercepted the showdown with an explanation.

"But her state isn’t much different from before... although she reacts to pain, she otherwise just stares at the wall. She has to be fed with tubes and..." He stopped there, probably not wanting to talk about the rest during breakfast.

I watched Henry’s unfazed expression while listening and was now sure that he really didn’t give a fuck about Henrietta’s health.

"Alright, we’ll go take a look at her later."

Ethan nodded, and after we finished, he stood up.

"We will have to leave now."

The kid gave me a tight hug, and I patted his back before pulling away, while my grandmother waved us off.

I stood up and nudged Henry to stand up and get walking.

When we went to the car, I took another good look at him before opening the door for him.

"Are you alright?"

He chuckled and got in.

When I followed after him, he mumbled,

"It would be better for everyone if she remained a vegetable."

"Or she could turn over a new leaf and start helping with the portals," I offered another solution, feeling my long-healed and scarless stab wounds throb in protest.

Ethan tried to become invisible while starting the car.

"Her mind has long been corrupted," Henry muttered.

The word ’corrupted’ sounded so foreign in a ’normal’ sentence after Dr. Carell had misused it.

"Well, we aren’t the most sane people either," I chuckled, and he chimed in.

Paranoid giantkiller meets yandere psychopuppy.

Though today, not as paranoid.

He leaned over and whispered in my ear,

"But I love the way we are~" Then the puppy nestled his head on my shoulder.

I hummed in agreement and looked out the window.

Pulling it down, I held my hand out, letting it ’fly’ in the wind.

It was a beautiful day, and even in the morning, the sun was already busy heating up the city.

"Today we’ll go get Baggy Jeans’ remains; tomorrow we’ll look for your parents," I told him.

The puppy nodded and used the momentum to rub against me, while Ethan looked at me through the rearview window.

I clarified,

"Jeyjey said she’ll cooperate with closing portals in the future if we bring her Sebastian’s remains."

"Are you sure he is dead?" Ethan asked me.

"Pretty sure." I think since the whole shadow ordeal in the Deer-Monster world, he had already changed unrecognizably—given Henry told me that he tried to rape Red Hair.

Then later, his brain was allegedly cut open by Dr. Carell, and he disappeared inside the center, I think. He was there, though not where Jeyjey had been, and then he went missing—so what the hell could have happened?

No idea.

Same ritual today. Ethan parked somewhere different than the last days, and we walked through a bunch of little side alleys to the city hall, where we went to register ourselves anew.

I again noticed Armless, this time not only because he asked AGAIN for medication or a doctor but was AGAIN told to wait, but also because he was deathly pale, looking a bit bluish, while his bandage was already soggy with old and fresh blood and whatever fluids.

Henry and I got on the bus and ate nuts while driving to the construction site from the last time.

When we stepped out of the bus, Henry didn’t hold onto me but walked in front of me, only to turn around and show me the rock ’n’ roll sign from yesterday with one hand while holding the index finger of his other hand up, a wide grin on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, you like your rock ’n’ roll, don’t you?" I sighed in annoyance.

He didn’t even come up with something new but just added a finger on his other hand.

Henry broke into laughter, drawing eyes to us, but he had already stepped toward me and put an arm around my shoulder.

"I love it," he said.

I patted his arm as a goodbye before walking to my group, which soon boarded the elevator.

When I looked down from that damn outdoor elevator, I saw him still standing there and looking up, as if he were waiting for something.

So I made his rock ’n’ roll sign with one hand and raised my middle finger with the other. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

That should have done the trick, but Henry just pulled out his phone and raised it, seemingly taking pictures.

I lowered my hands, but it was apparently too late, given the ecstatic smile on his face and his imaginary tail wagging like crazy.

He was ushered to his group while we were ascending further.

I turned around when he was out of sight, my eyes falling on Armless again.

He looked ready to die any second.

And how fucking right I was—almost.

After making a new wall and conjuring up a cigarette, I heard a ’THUMP,’ and when I walked into the adjoining ’room,’ I found him passed out, sprawled over the floor.

Nobody came; everyone was busy with their own work.

Hmmm...

I stared at him and took another drag before letting the cigarette disappear.

Alright.

This fucking nasty injury had bugged me since forever anyway.

I conjured up my kitchen knife and approached the unconscious man.