《Darkness Of Hell》Mariko
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Silvia comes from behind and stands beside him, looking on the street where Winston was looking. On the street, there were two kids, playing, and trying to catch each other.
"Sometimes I couldn't believe that I am in hell", Silvia said looking towards the kid, she has a sense of innocence in her voice. The voice she usually uses, the strong one, started to fall back behind her innocent voice.
Winston looked towards her, through her pretentious look, the girl behind that face. He noticed how unusually beautiful she is, her dark brown eyes were a little wet and her hair was flowing with air on her face, which she was moving with her hand.
Winston doesn't say anything but looks for a few more seconds toward her beautiful face. Silvia does the same, but after a few seconds, she comes to her senses and gives the yellow bottle to Winston's hand.
"It will help you with the pain, and heal your wound rapidly", Silvia said while handing over the bottle.
" What is it?"Winston said, looking towards the liquid in the bottle.
"It's from jaguars soul, only it can heal wounds and numb your pain", Silvia said, " while it's very valuable and has to give so much for just a bottle", she continued.
Winston continued looking toward her while she was talking, he noticed her lips movements, they were pink and soft like fur, he found them very attractive. Silvia caught sight of his eyes and felt shy. Winston noticed it and moved his eyes away.
Both started looking again at the street, the kids were still playing. One of them falls and the other helps him get up.
"You know what separates hell from the earth", Silvia said while feeling happy looking towards the kid.
" what?"
"On earth, people don't know what they are doing? Why are they doing it, what are they doing? But here you always know, you always know that you are selfish, so the guilt that comes with it never leaves you", Silvia said, her breath felt overwhelmed while she said it.
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Winston listens to her carefully, he notices her changing expressions with every word she speaks. He didn't say anything, just looked at her in a way that she knows that he understands what she is talking about.
Madonna entered the room, " guys, we need to sell those hyenas as soon as we can, we can't keep them locked up here for long".
"Okay, I will go to Mariko and set a deal", Silvia said and started walking away from the gallery. Winston stays behind, he wants to ask something but keeps quiet. Silvia reached the door, turned around towards Winston and said, "would you like to come with me?"
Winston answered with a very light smile and nodded his head with it in affirmative.
"Okay, have some toxins and get some rest, we will be visiting Mariko in a few hours", Silvia said while closing the door behind, Madonna followed her outside.
Mariko is the leader of the Gaza tribe. It's one of the most powerful tribes of Warrington. Silvia often sells her hunting to Mariko, he is a kind of cruel person. He offers very little in exchange, but as they say, beggars can't be choosers. It's a kind of monopoly, you can either sell your stuff into the market or to someone directly. Most of the bidders in the market are fixed and usually take your hunt for a very low price. At least here you get a say, and sometimes even a good deal.
Silvia and Winston start walking towards the Gaza tribe which is a little far from their place. At the entrance of the tribe, there was a big skull of a bull hanging over the entrance. The entry gate was made from old bamboo, which has turned grey.
People were sitting outside their houses. Some were playing cards, some were drinking and smoking, the sound of women's screams came from inside the house as if someone was beating her. shouting of a man, abusing.
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Winston and Silvia kept walking. At the gate of Mariko's house, there were two guards. Silvia has been here before and has done many deals, so they recognise her and ask her to stop until he goes inside and asks Mariko.
Within less than a minute he comes back and opens the door made of bamboo sticks wide to get Silvia and Winston in. Mariko is a black man with a round face tall about seven feet. People say that once he fought a tiger with his bare hand.
As they entered the room where Mariko was lying bare, a young woman was applying oil on him.
The woman was white and had a thin body, and she looked like she had been doing this forcefully. She was wearing a white robe that had pink flowers on it.
As Mariko noticed that Silvia arrived, he looked up with his face while his body facing the ground.
"So, what did you bring this time?"Mariko said with a creepy look on his face.
" much more than before", Silvia said with a playful tone.
A greedy smile appeared on Mariko's face, and with a smile, he seemed even more ugly, his unusually big nose swells like a frog on his face with that smile. He takes a look at Winston, something about Winston that he didn't like, maybe his appearance.
"Who is this?", he said. There is a sense of jealousy in his tone.
"He is a friend", Silvia said while taking a gaze at Winston, he also looked at her, their eyes met for a second and got separated again.
"We have five hyenas", Silvia continued.
" Five? How did you manage to get five hyenas?", Mariko said, with wonder on his face.
"We were just lucky", she said with politeness.
" Hmm, lucky! So how much did you expect?"
"Three bottles of nectar for each".
"Hahaha, it seems you have become ambitious".
"it's hyenas! you will earn a lot with the toxin you will derive from them".
The woman massaging Mariko turns towards his hips from his back and starts applying oil there, and he starts moaning with her soft touch.
Winston who was already uncomfortable with Mariko's nudity, his moaning makes him even more uncomfortable.
"Do we have the deal then?" He said with haste.
"You seem to be in a hurry?" Mariko said, with a little anger in his voice, as he felt that Winston was spoiling his massage, and also felt disrespect by his tone.
"What he means is, we have a wounded friend at home and also want to get rid of hyenas as soon as we can", Silvia intervenes, trying to calm the situation.
"Is it so?", he takes a little pause and continued,
"one and a half, that's the best I can offer"
"That is too less", Silvia said, trying to suppress her anger.
"It's quite a generous offer if you look from my perspective", Mariko said with a sarcastic tone.
"Two and a half, I can't go lower than that", Silvia replied.
Mariko gazed at Winston, there were signs of anger and frustration all over his face, in his mind he was thinking about burning down the whole. But he stayed quiet, he didn't want to take any action in a hurry. Besides, he doesn't know anything about Mariko and this place, and it's stupid to jump in the water that you don't know how deep it is? But he preserves this moment in his mind.
" Two bottles and that's final, no more bargaining, take it or leave it", Mariko said, putting his face down facing the floor like his body.
Silvia expected two and a half for the hyenas, but looking at the situation it seems impossible now, so she decided to take the offer.
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