57 This lady is my gues (2/2)

He growled.

Lailaclenched her fingers in Danielle's clothes and jerked her body back and forth on the tub.

”Stop, or I'll push her into the broth.” Summersby stopped.

He whimpered and looked fearfully at Danielle's body.

”Just a little nudge and nothing will remind you of your perversion.”

Hatred glinted in his eyes.

He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket.

Her breath caught.

Laila stood on the balcony of her bedroom and looked at the black leather coat that lay spread out on her bed.

The sun was gradually setting and blazing the sky with flaming blush.

The coat looked like a big, dead animal.

Laila shivered and wrapped her arms around her body.

Suddenly her head was filled with shrill laughter.

Laila desperately punched her fists against her temples.

It has been like that for hours.

Gradually she realised that she was on her way to madness.

No wonder - how should one stay in mental health, if one wanted to believe exactly the words of those who pulled one deeper and deeper into the swamp.

Brutus whom she had trusted and surrendered.

Anita, who used Laila only for her fanatical purposes, and finally Atibor, who paid Laila so much attention.

She knew he was playing a game with her.

But his cultivated manner and presence had left an impression on her.

Although Laila knew that she had to kill him, her soul suffered pathetic torments.

Laila , rejected from childhood, unloved, and reduced to her body, begged for affection and attention deep inside her.

The shrill laughter became quieter, only a high giggle, until finally died.

There was a black void left that burned Laila from the inside.

Was Miguel right? Was she on the brink of an abyss and ready to take the next step? What would happen then? Would she fall forever or be shattered on the ground?

Laila stepped into the bathroom under the shower.

She let the water first hot, then cold over her body.

She supported herself with both arms on the cold flow and felt the patter of water jets on her neck. The wet hair hung in her face.

Again the shrill laughter sounded in her head.

Laila closed her eyes wearily, hoping it would stop as soon as she released Tamara.

What would she have to endure that night to earn Atibor's trust?

She had to become a member of Symbolia, otherwise she would never come near Tamara and find out what they had done or had done to her.

Laila emerged dripping from the shower and rubbed her wet body with musk oil.

She still heard the shrill laughter.

Laila stepped onto the balcony and let her body dry with the warm wind.

Better, the voice laughed as she spoke to her.

At 10:00 pm Laila, wrapped in the black leather coat, sat behind the wheel of the Porsche, roaring toward Hollow Valley.

Laila looked down at her bare legs.

In a general traffic control it would come pretty much in explanatory emergency.

The night was dark, no star or moon in the sky.

As if the lights of the night were hiding from something.

Laila fervently hoped that this night Atibor had planned something terrible with Tamara.

She did not carry any weapons.

Where could she have hidden these too? Suddenly her skull was filled with horrible laughter again. Startled, she tore the steering wheel and almost collided with a silver Mercedes.

At the last moment, the driver was able to dodge, accelerated under angry Horn and raced off.

Laila crawled on the right lane with his heart pounding and was overtaken by numerous cars.

Somehow, she made it to the Hollow Valley exit and stopped the car under a bridge on the stanchion.

With trembling fingers, she opened the glove box and reached for a pack of cigarettes.

Laila was shivering all over and had difficulty igniting the tip with her lighter.

She leaned his head against her seat, slowly expelling the smoke through her nose.

If this went on, she was a danger to herself, others and, above all, no help for Tamara.

How was she supposed to survive the night?

The headlights of the Porsche pierced the darkness before them.

Laila saw swirling dust particles in the cones of light shimmering like tiny gold particles.

The darkness under the bridge seemed alive to her.

The trees and shrubs that lined the street in front of her rose sharply outlined against the night sky.

Some branches looked like deformed claws reaching for the road.

Laila threw the half-smoked butt on the asphalt.

She clutched the steering wheel, unable to move the car.

What if Anita's claim was true?

Did Jessica send you a message from the hereafter?

Was she God's executor?

If this God really existed, why should the members of Symbolia not actually worship the devil?

Was it perhaps the devil who had sneaked into her head and laughed at Laila with knowing foreboding?

In the light of the front lamps suddenly a big wild hare appeared.

He squatted in front of her car, flicking his nose uneasily, and looked at Laila with big, brown eyes. Laila was completely caught by the animal's eyes.

The light reflected in them and drew golden rings around the pupils.

The laughter in her head died.

Laila pushed the clutch and put in the first gear.

With the soft click of the lever, the animal continued on its way and disappeared in the dark.

Laila went on, on her behalf.