Flashbacks: Bomoh: It’s done. This is a terrible thing to do I warn you. The consequence is strong. If it aint enough it will look for you. Here, take this amulet. It should protect you from the curse. Just say what you want to happen. The spell will break in three days after your first command.
Leng had used not once but twice the straw doll’s black magic. Just what would happen to her?
*Bomoh: Every curse you do will drain at least 5-10 years of your life. And their spirits will always haunt you until the day you breathe your last. Because they cannot reincarnate. They died an unnatural causes. There’s no more turning back now.
The night Brad died, Leng’s heart nearly stopped. It was feeling so close to death. She looked at her right palm’s lifeline, ler life line suddenly shortened as she saw a flame on her hands. She knew one was gone. Then another when Heng breathed his last. She saw her life line shortened again.
Night fall and every single day she would dream of the same nightmare, over and over again. In the end she confessed everything to Cynthia. She was shocked to hear of it and hugged Leng.
Cynthia: I didn’t know you did so much for me Leng. I owe you too much.
Leng: It’s fine. They had to pay the price.
Leng suffered severe asthma upon the deaths of the two. For she had to bring her inhaler everywhere she went.
The bomoh disappeared. Leng was unable to find him but even if she found him, she knew the bomoh couldn’t help. He has already warned her.
Leng did not dare to sleep in the night the first few weeks until she almost went berserk. The sight she saw was beyond scary. Guilt. Despair. Murder. But she didn’t regret her doings.
Cynthia woke up and saw Leng staring at my dick.
Cynthia: Hey are you two going to do something behind me?
Me: No… you are mistaken.
Leng giggled: He’s all yours dear. I’m not interested.
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Originally Posted by
queeniegal
Ha I thought this story have end… Din know u still continue UPz
yea. the next writeup will be the final episode. Hee. This story has a lot of branches to go into ma. The continuation will talk about what happens to Leng, Cynthia and Gan.
Leng giggled: He’s all yours dear. I’m not interested.
Cynthia jumped onto Gan and had their first dose of sex. Leng just saw there looking into the distance. Something about Leng was really puzzling me. Her eye expression was deep and lost. It was as if she was trapped or something. There had to be some symbolism to her tattoos. There has to be.
They went for dinner at East Coast Park and the three of them were chilling out happily drinking and toasting bottles of beer just sitting at the stone chairs.
Cynthia: Hey I need to go to the loo ok? You stay with Leng ok? She loves the sound of the waves.
Gan nodded. He looked at Leng. Leng turned her head.
Leng: You have a lot of questions for me isn’t it?
Gan nodded. It was as if Leng could read his mind.
Leng: Yes. I know nothing can escape your sharp eyes. Yes. The gang who died is associated with me except for Daryl. I wished he would not die so soon but heaven had eyes. I was there where I poured acid into Heng’s glass. I was heavily cloaked so no one saw me. I was wearing gloves so there was no fingerprints. It seemed it was Peach who stabbed Brad but it was me who practiced black magic and controlled Peach’s mind, only that the consequences of all these comes with a heavy price, upon their deaths you will haunted by their very souls all the way till you die. And your lifespan will be shortened with each use. Look.
She showed me her hand and the life line was really short. Below it was black as if it was charred.
Leng: yes. that is the price I have to pay for this. It was all well worth it for the things they did to us. Gan, you are a man you will never know the pain.
Gan was confused. Should he uphold justice or take pity as Leng has already paid a heavy price with her life.
Leng: I saw you staring at my tattoos. Yes. I had the shrine tattooed to try to bring peace and the Goddess of Mercy to protect me from the spirits. Every night they will haunt me. I tried so many times to break away but they just couldn’t leave. They cannot be reincarnate because of me unless I die. It was living hell Gan. From the bomoh’s mouth he already told me when my last day would be and how I will meet my last. No matter what I would not escape. That’s why I decided to suddenly fly back with Cynthia. She underwent skin surgery to rid of the scarred back and it was a success. She was with me all the time but I knew she only loved you. No matter how much I tried, I was nothing but a good sister to her. She tried her best to be my girlfriend but we are women. We can sense the love and chemistry.
Tears formed and fell. Leng leaned her head on my shoulder.
Leng: Promise me you will take care of Cynthia.
She lifted her finger and they hooked it. She smiled and kissed Gan.
Cynthia came and sat in between.
Cynthia: What are the two of you talking about?
Leng / Gan: Nothing.
Cynthia: Win already. Both talking at the same time.
The three of them laughed and toasted.
They drank so much they were high.
Leng: Hahahaha I’m really happy today Gan. I finally poured everything out! It feels good!
Cynthia: What what what? What secrets are you both hiding?
Both Leng and Cynthia was walking in zigzags. I walked slowly like a turtle. Trying hard to stay awake and walk.
They were laughing so loud that they were dancing whilst walking. In the wee hours of the night the roads were quiet.
They danced and Cynthia unbuttoned two buttons that revealed her pink bra with a ribbon in the middle.
Cynthia: Ahhh… I feel hot all over!
Leng was dancing. She danced in the middle of the road seeing that it was quiet. Her mind was so full of liquor she was on cloud nine. She was dancing to her own heartbeat, lost in time.
Honk honked came from a group of racing cars trying to overtake each other. The honks came repeatedly as a loud bang sent Leng flying. To make things worse the speeding cars could not step on their brakes where they hit Leng again. Her arms flew in the distance as she was sent flying miles. She died instantly, causing a bad accident too.
Cynthia and Gan froze as they see the accident happen right in front of them. The shock woke them from their drunk mentalities. They ran to Leng. It was something you wouldn’t want to see in your life. Her head was broken. Her arms were ripped off and blood was oozing out from her eyes, nostrils, ears and mouth. Her eyes were closed. It was as though she was at peace.
Cynthia tucked her head in my chest and cried.
Maybe it was for the better for Leng for she knew this would happen one day.
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你问我为什么开始喝酒，而且每次都喝醉
Right here waiting.
http://sbfsg.world/showthread.php?t=321606
The Promise.
What would you do?
http://sbfsg.world/showthread.php?t=317932
Steamy Windows.
Aromatically erotic.
http://sbfsg.world/showthread.php?t=313807
Days with Jean.
Sequel to What are words. The story of Jean.
http://sbfsg.world/showthread.php?t=313013
What are words.
Love hurts. Sacrifices only for the sake of love.
http://sbfsg.world/showthread.php?t=310476
The Floral Top.
An unexpected sexual awakening.