I would use Jack’s dead body as a at shield. The sa way won use being independent as an excuse to fuck around.
The dead body was on fire but it was burning for all this while and I wasn’t seeing any signs of burn marks on it. Does Jack’s whole body have a foreskin? I would have focused more on it but I didn’t have that kind of luxury right now.
anwhile, the guard who caused this ss ran away but was caught by the worst person possible.
"Co here, you fucker!"
Johnson.
The chief guard held the bucket guard by his collar and yanked him.
"What the hell did you do? Out of all the things you could bring you chose petrol?!"
"But sir, it was you who told to bring any liquid I could find. So I grabbed the first liquid I saw!"
"Where have you gone to fetch water?"
"The Fire Room."
"The hell? Why did you go to the fire room? Can’t you read? Do you even know what fire ans?"
"I thought it must have contained the ans to kill fire. I had no idea it was the room for promoting fire!"
’Anghh. All of you are idiots!"
"Um... Sir, about my promotion?"
Johnson stared at the guard. He gawked at him as if he was seeing a fat woman rejecting n for not working out.
"Your promotion, yeah?" Johnson said.
The guard’s eyes lit up. "Yes, sir. You promised ."
Johnson nodded. "Alright, you are now officially promoted to my concubine. You will do all the things I couldn’t do with others because of the limits of their holes."
The guard’s eyes widened. "What kind of a promotion is this?! I would rather die!"
"You would. Just on the first day of your work. Now get lost!"
Johnson lifted the guard by his collar and yeeted him sowhere deep in the prison.
After that, Johnson looked around and ran away sowhere at the sa speed of a boyfriend who just figured out why his girlfriend was vomiting.
But I know where he had gone.
He had gone to correct the mistake made by the now-concubine guard.
He would bring water and this ti, it would really be water. And if he can’t find it then I am sure he would bring a bucket of his sperm, but he would surely bring sothing that could kill the fire.
Alright. I made up my mind now.
No more ti wasting. I would have fapped three tis the amount of ti I wasted. This world won’t let be productive even for once, I tell you.
Anyway, before Johnson could arrive, I had to leave from here and go to his cabin.
I sat on my knees, turned Jack’s dead body around, making it lie with its face first on the ground like a pornstar getting ready for the bdsm.
But before holding it, I removed the cloth from my face and wiped the petrol from my chest. I don’t want to catch fire on my chest and look like a flat chested woman with no hairs and boobs.
After wiping it, I covered my face again and finally made Jack’s dead body stand up.
I held it by the back side of his belt with one hand on its left shoulder.
It was not a good experience. The body was slly, it was heavy, and most of all it belonged to a pervert, but it was my protection.
The fire on Jack’s dead body’s chest had reached his torso burning his brown shirt fully and before it could reach the pants, I had to get away from this beginner’s tutorial of hell.
But before finally moving forward, I turned my head at Jack.
"Pal, you have to act like my eyes now. I won’t be able to see anything since I have your dead body in front of . It’s your job now to guide and tell where to move in order to not catch fire. Will you do it?"
"Be your eyes, you say? Fine. I will act just like your eyes." Jack smiled, warmly and I would have smiled too if he hadn’t continued saying, "To be like your eyes completely, I will, from this point on, only focus on the asses of people."
"..."
I lost my words.
Jack kept that warm smile on his face as if he just body slamd Sherlock Hols in observation skills.
"What is it, pal?" He asked.
My brows twitched. "Do you think my eyes are only on people’s ass?"
"They are not? I have caught you staring at them often."
"... Often? Bro, it’s not even one whole day since we t each other!"
"So? Your eyes were there most of the ti. I saw it myself."
"How can you be so sure?"
"Because I was looking there too! I am a professional ass watcher and reviewer."
"That’s not even a real thing! Don’t justify your fetishes by calling them a professional job. This is not youtube."
"If the people who hide and watch animals mating are professional, then this is professional too. I just changed the species."
"That’s... you... but... Alright. Forget I asked you anything. I will manage myself with my own eyes. Even if you keep an eye, you won’t warn shit. Because you would only be looking at the guard’s asses all the while when they are on fire at that!"
"Co on, pal. Don’t get angry. Fine. I will stay in the front making sure you stay safe and move before anyone could touch you."
"Are you sure? You won’t pull a funny card in the middle of it, right?"
"No, pal. I don’t pull cards. People pull cards against though. Victim card, won card and ’I am not eighteen yet, believe ’ card. But it’s just how life is."
"Yep. Not trusting you at all."
"Why!?" Jack exclaid. As if I was the one saying barely legal things.
"Why?" I barked. "What’s with those cards? You could have stopped at just victims and won, but no, you just had to add that third card in there making rember just how close I am to getting cancelled and becoming notorious for all the wrong reasons!"
"My bad. But you have to trust , pal. I will make sure nothing harmful touches you."
"I am afraid your definition of harmful isn’t sothing I could trust. We will go with things that are harmful for and according to . Your job is to tell where to move to avoid that. You have to stay focused and we can’t breathe in relief until we are out of this corridor. Got it?"
"Yes. Nothing will happen to you. Trust . Because whether you agree or not, I too want to escape from here with my first friend I ever made in my life... or death."
Jack smiled again and because of the relatable factor I get from him...
I returned the smile.
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