"You were observing?" I blinked. "What? How does a grown man turn into a creampied marshmallow?"
"What you said doesn’t make sense. And no, I was observing the guard. I wanted to see if his hormones are still active even while burning. I was waiting for the guard to show an erection—reaction, I an reaction, while touching you."
"I swear, I will leave yo—"
"Stop wasting ti, pal. He only held the cloth on your face. Remove the cloth and you will be safe. Don’t talk long enough to make the fire reach your face and body."
Shit.
He was right.
I gritted my teeth.
Not only was he right, I hated being told to do a logical thing by a ghost. I can’t accept the fact that he thought of a sensible thing before and dared to tell that as well.
It was like a police officer being told by a pedophile that they should roam around the school if they want to capture pedophiles.
Nevertheless, I can’t argue right now.
I freed my one hand from Jack’s dead body and brought it closer to the cloth of my face, to the knot that was tied behind my head, around the nape.
I had tied the cloth in a basic knot, the type that makes two tails stick out like tongues of two actresses in a Japanese lesbian ponr.
Since the cloth I had was long and big, the tail was also bigger than usual.
One such tail was being held by the guard and was on fire and all I had to do was to hold the other tail and pull it to make the cloth co off from my face like an oversized bra on a flat girl’s chest.
And I went on to do that.
My fingers held the tail and just when I was about to pull it...
A thought crossed my mind.
Why had I even covered my face in the first place?
And when I got the answer, I lashed out on the nearest anger dump truck I found.
Jack.
"I can’t remove my cloth, you bastard!"
"Why?" Jack retorted back.
"Because if they saw my face they would recognise . I am the Hero King." I shouted and there was no need to worry as the burning soldiers were incapable of hearing and seeing anything now. They were just so burning, rejected resident evil zombies, neither dying nor living.
Jack heard and he went silent.
He again stared at the ceiling, rubbing his chin until his eyes lit up.
"Alright, pal. I got it." He said.
I gulped. "What?"
Jack smirked.
"Remove your pants."
Motherfu—
"How is that a solution to my problem? Don’t just fulfill your desires under the excuse of helping ."
"I am sorry. I shouldn’t have ntioned your pants."
"Yeah, man. Be practical."
"Remove your underwear too."
"Da fuck? Why?"
"This will help you, believe ."
"... Did you just bite your lip while telling to remove my clothes?"
"Must be your imagination, pal. My advice is strictly professional."
"How?"
"Think about it," Jack’s voice turned deeper. As if he was just about to sell the most useless course but with the confidence of a turtle who banged a 10/10 rabbit. "If you remove the cloth from your face only, then your face will be visible and everyone will know that you are the Hero King and since the guards are all around this prison’s floors, they will see you and they will inform Malthus right away and I would have no choice but to leave you alone with a heavy heart to save myself. That’s why—"
"Dude, don’t expose your true self even before the danger. What is wrong with you?" I interrupted Jack.
Jack ignored it and carried on.
He interrupted my interruption.
"Revealing your face is dangerous like I just said. That’s why, reveal everything of yours. Discard your clothes and when you would do that, even if soone saw your face and recognized you, they will look down and when they see your size, they will discard the thought out of their mind.
They would be like, ’No way, soone this small couldn’t be the hero king. At most, he could be a part ti bird feeder and a full ti scarecrow in a field barren since the invention of sex.’
So this way, your identity of the hero kind would remain safe like your virginity. Of course, you have to keep a strong heart during this escape. You can’t just lash out on anyone who says the truth about your size. You have to deal with it."
"... I have so many things to say to that shit but I am not sure whether to puke or spit."
"Well, if you are doing it then do both of them on ."
"Like hell, you baba fucker! What kind of an idea is that? Just to hide my face you want to reveal my whole body? I am not an anonymous cam girl from an ad-popup. And removing clothes, especially in this prison filled with various Johnsons? That’s just suicide. It’s like watching your wife acting in a porn movie and being told not to get hard while being present on the movie set. And for your information, I am not that short. I am big. If they saw naked then even without seeing my face, they would figure out my true identity. They would know that I am the Hero king."
"Nope. I heard you lost all your Skills and that included that Skill as well. So you are at your normal size."
"Oh yeah? How can you be so sure of it?"
"You are forgetting sothing, pal. We were in the sa cell for three months. And you were asleep the whole ti."
My pupils expanded. Like the vagina of an elephant’s wife.
Jack said sothing terrifying and I don’t want to think if that happened or not.
"So did you.." I tried to ask and Jack was generous enough to answer... in detail.
"Yes. I was alone in the cell for many years and when you ca out of nowhere, I was excited like a dog standing and swinging his fifth leg as I finally found soone to talk with, but you were asleep for a long ti and in my curiosity, I did it."
My face twitched. "Did what?"
Jack raised his right hand and made a C with his hand, as if he was holding a small bottle in the air with only two fingers at the top and the thumb in the bottom.
Before I could ask, I figured what Jack was showing , with his words...
"I went inside your pants and saw the soft side of the Hero King. Emphasis on soft."
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