Can't You See Me? (8)

I'm a little lost it what I plan it's a good or bad thing, still, I make my decision, and I will follow it through as I always did in all my life, never regret at decision even if you fail, at least you try.

Taking many deep breaths I try to calm down my breathing, after all, I was already tired because of this damn, obese, and weak body, I mean, I had already been fat, really fat in some past lives, but that not good for your health, you could be a little fatty, but obese is a sickness that could accelerate you to your grave.

This weak body that I now possessed is a shame to all the effort and blood, sweat and tears I had to suffer to be strong, so it really made my fury even bigger to know that the fake just ruin my body.

I again had to make a monumental effort to be able to carry the girl in my arms with me to the bathroom of the main bedroom, where the fake one use to sleep, leaving my bag and her backpack beside the bed, and finally entering the bathroom.

Once inside, I put her softly in the floor, and then I proceed to take off my clothes.

'Someone spare me of this nightmare.' – I thought when I saw my obese body.

Disgust to seeing my obese body, so many years since the last time I had a body like this, and then I want so much to throw out when I smell the horrible almost impossible odor that spread from all the parts of my dirty body, because the bastard fake almost never bath himself, always carrying that bad stench of odor.

At least as still maintain some characteristics from my family, tall, between 190cm to 193cm if my eyes and years of living didn't lie to me, and my little missile was big, almost the bigger of all my lives with the exception of the monster I had between my legs when I lived as the infamous and powerful Demon King.

Now that's something to regret, to never use that monstrous thing in that life.

I look at the face reflect by the mirror, the face of my seventh life, a face with red eyes, and white shoulder-length hair that was so dirty that in some places look more gray than white and that was a really mess.

"Ah, how many months would take me to be back in good shape?"

I wonder, I really wonder, and although I didn't want to do it, I have to, the difficult part was finally here, and I as a man should do it, even if I don't want to.

I got close to her, looking at the poor girl, and then I proceed to take slowly and tenderly as possible her clothes, and as I did that, she starts to tremble harder as she also begged me between cries and tears that I no longer harm her or do something terrible to her, that I left her alone.

"Come on, your clothes is drench, you need to take it off so that you don't get sick." – I said to her.

Then, it seems she finally smell me, as she starts vomiting.

"Crap." – I said, but I comprehend her, I really smell awful.

"Someone… save me." – She said.

After a little more of struggle, I finally took off every piece of clothes that she wore, and then I put my right hand on her chin, and make her look me face to face.

Then, I finally saw her current face.

Battered, bruised, and with traces of already dried blood were visible, and yet, she still looks very beautiful.

I had the years of memories of the fucking bastard, my fake, and I already knew everything I need to know about her, and her face, she was really a beautiful girl, but sadly, because of her great beauty she was choose by the fake bastard to be his first… my first… to be a damage flower by a crazy and disgusting pervert, but before he could do much more and permanent damage, I awake, and I stop myself.

"Please… I beg you… leave me alone, let me go…" – She said stuttering, barely audible to my ears, with so much pain and sorrow in her voice, yet, I could not do that, that was right now impossible.

I caressed her face very delicately, trying to avoid the bruised places when the bastard punches her.

"What's your name?" – I ask her.

A stupid question, but still, I want to hear her say her name; I want to listen to her beautiful voice getting more strength and live in it.

She closed her eyes, trying to get away from me touching her face, but with my other hand, I grab her waist, and put her even closer to me, while I put more strength so that we could even stand up together, she almost fell, still very weak and wounded, she didn't had right now the strength, energy, or willpower to stay on her feet by herself.

But while hugging her in my arms, I did not let her fall, and I did not want to see her fall one more time.

"I ask you a question." – I said with a more serious and loud voice. – "And I expect you to be polite enough to answer to that question."

Although I feel a little bad talking to her like this, I thought that this was necessary; I need her to talk to me, to regain her willpower, and to getting to know me.

"Don't apart you look from me again, I want you to see me, and I want you to talk to me and to answer my question." – I said while I make her look at me. – "Open your eyes and see me, and please, answer the damn question, what's your name?"