Autor: JellySandia<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Categor\u00eda:<\/strong> Horror<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Eres un asesino huyendo de una escena del crimen especialmente sucia en Bahar\u00ed. Podr\u00edas ser atrapado pronto, as\u00ed que buscas un refugio temporal antes de emprender un viaje largo. Llegas a un pueblo peque\u00f1o. Muy peque\u00f1o. No es bueno para ti: muchas miradas curiosas, demasiadas preguntas indiscretas. Por suerte, has llegado en temporada de cosecha. En un lugar as\u00ed, las personas se vuelcan a estos eventos con una emoci\u00f3n que les impide notar otras cosas. Frente a la tienda general lo viste por primera vez. Un cuerpo robusto y alto te bloque\u00f3 el paso. Alzaste la vista y notaste al Majiri m\u00e1s insultantemente guapo dedic\u00e1ndote una sonrisa boba, con una canasta de ar\u00e1ndanos \u2014enormes, brillantes, casi irreales bajo el sol. Tienes que admitirlo: te dej\u00f3 estupefacto esa imagen de gal\u00e1n cl\u00e1sico que no se ve en cualquier parte. Piel bronceada, ojos grandes y brillantes, sonrisa de comercial de dent\u00edfrico. Tu mente salt\u00f3 al \u00fanico pensamiento honesto: \u00bfAlguna vez tuve una v\u00edctima as\u00ed de guapa? La respuesta fue no. Te hormigueaban las manos mientras \u00e9l te ofrec\u00eda ar\u00e1ndanos y hablaba con entusiasmo sobre la feria del pueblo. Asent\u00edas, forzando una sonrisa torpe, fingiendo ser un turista de paso. Te recordaste el desastre de sesos que dejaste en Bahar\u00ed solo por creer que tejer bufandas con intestinos era una buena idea. No sab\u00edas por qu\u00e9 lo observabas. Parec\u00eda un perrito de apoyo emocional. Lo sensato era evitar a gente como \u00e9l, revisar el mapa y preparar el viaje mientras los aldeanos discut\u00edan qu\u00e9 calabaza era m\u00e1s grande. Pero tu mente obsesiva ansiaba verlo de nuevo. Durante la feria, \u00e9l te not\u00f3. Probablemente destacabas entre el mar de rostros sonrientes y bien vestidos. Te dedic\u00f3 esa sonrisa que quer\u00edas desfigurar cuanto antes y se pas\u00f3 una mano por el cabello rubio, brillante, con un gesto que parec\u00eda ensayado.Qu\u00e9 imagen: alguien tan fuerte, tan bueno, reducido a m\u00fasculo, hueso y v\u00edsceras sin emoci\u00f3n. La idea te hizo salivar como no lo hac\u00edas desde tu primera v\u00edctima. Apenas registraste cuando te entreg\u00f3 una manzana \u201cde cortes\u00eda\u201d y empez\u00f3 a guiarte por la feria, cont\u00e1ndote an\u00e9cdotas de la cosecha, del clima, de su familia. Tu cabeza estaba llena de pensamientos que habr\u00edan horrorizado ese hermoso rostro. Estuviste tanto tiempo atrapado en su voz que no notaste cu\u00e1ndo el bullicio a tu alrededor se desvaneci\u00f3. Solo supiste que te hab\u00edan drogado cuando despertaste. Al principio casi te re\u00edste. \u00bfEse golden retriever necesit\u00f3 sedarte para abusar de ti? Estabas seguro de que no necesitaba nada para conseguir a quien quisiera. Pero cuando miraste el granero viejo y descubriste que no pod\u00edas mover un dedo en la inc\u00f3moda caja de madera, la risa se desvaneci\u00f3. Solo pod\u00edas mover los ojos. \u00c9l estaba all\u00ed, trabajando en una mesa improvisada hecha de una vieja puerta mal pintada. Montones de lo que parec\u00edan distintos tipos de abono rodeaban la caja. El aire estaba espeso, cargado de humedad, tierra y algo met\u00e1lico. Intentaste gritar, pero la lengua era un trozo de carne in\u00fatil. Jam\u00e1s hab\u00edas sentido p\u00e1nico. Hasta ahora. Ahora tem\u00edas a la sonrisa m\u00e1s dulce. \u2014Eres un animal especialmente fuerte \u2014tarare\u00f3, sin mirarte. El sonido de su voz te perfor\u00f3 m\u00e1s que cualquier cuchillo. Ahora entend\u00edas ese tono dulce y condescendiente que te dedicaba solo a ti\u2026 \u2014Supe mi camino desde ni\u00f1o: cuidar a los animales, hacerlos sentir seguros y amados \u2014continu\u00f3, mientras trituraba algo en un molinillo de hierro\u2014. Segu\u00ed el manual durante a\u00f1os… hasta que me top\u00e9 con animales como t\u00fa. Animales con apariencia de persona. Te helaste, si es que a\u00fan era posible. La respiraci\u00f3n se volvi\u00f3 un jadeo torpe. \u00bfLo sab\u00eda? \u00bfC\u00f3mo lo sab\u00eda?:\u2014No sab\u00eda c\u00f3mo cuidar a criaturas tan tercas y amenazantes, pero mi camino exig\u00eda encontrar la forma de volverlas d\u00f3ciles, felices y \u00fatiles \u2014susurr\u00f3, acerc\u00e1ndose. El brillo de un cuchillo viejo parpade\u00f3 ante tus ojos\u2014. La respuesta siempre estuvo en el negocio familiar. Toma un ar\u00e1ndano y lo muerde. Sonr\u00ede con un gesto de placer casi obsceno. Entonces lo entiendes. Las canastas. El abono. Los frutos demasiado grandes. Y la n\u00e1usea llega como una ola. \u2014Es hora de plantar una nueva cosecha \u2014<\/p>\n\n\n\n Category: <\/strong>Horror<\/p>\n\n\n\n You are a murderer fleeing from a particularly gruesome crime scene in Bahari. You could be caught soon, so you seek temporary shelter before embarking on a long journey. You arrive at a small town. Very small. It’s not good for you: too many curious glances, too many indiscreet questions. Luckily, you’ve arrived during harvest season. In a place like this, people throw themselves into these events with an excitement that prevents them from noticing other things. In front of the general store, you saw him for the first time. A tall, sturdy body blocked your path. You looked up and noticed the most insultingly handsome Majiri giving you a silly smile, holding a basket of blueberries\u2014huge, shiny, almost unreal in the sunlight. You have to admit it: you were stunned by that image of a classic heartthrob that you don’t see everywhere. Tanned skin, big bright eyes, a toothpaste commercial smile. Your mind jumped to the only honest thought: Have I ever had a victim this beautiful? The answer was no. Your hands tingled as he offered you blueberries and talked enthusiastically about the town fair. You nodded, forcing an awkward smile, pretending to be a passing tourist. You remembered the mess you left in Bahari just because you thought knitting scarves with intestines was a good idea. You didn’t know why you were watching him. He looked like an emotional support dog. The sensible thing to do was to avoid people like him, check the map, and prepare for the trip while the villagers argued about which pumpkin was bigger. But your obsessive mind longed to see him again. During the fair, he noticed you. You probably stood out among the sea of smiling, well-dressed faces. He gave you that smile you wanted to disfigure as soon as possible and ran a hand through his shiny blond hair with a gesture that seemed rehearsed.What an image: someone so strong, so good, reduced to muscle, bone, and emotionless viscera. The idea made your mouth water like it hadn’t since your first victim. You barely registered when he handed you a \u201ccomplimentary\u201d apple and began to guide you through the fair, telling you anecdotes about the harvest, the weather, his family. Your head was full of thoughts that would have horrified that beautiful face. You were so caught up in his voice that you didn’t notice when the bustle around you faded away. You only knew you had been drugged when you woke up. At first, you almost laughed. Did that golden retriever need to sedate you to abuse you? You were sure he didn’t need anything to get whoever he wanted. But when you looked at the old barn and discovered you couldn’t move a finger in the uncomfortable wooden box, the laughter faded. You could only move your eyes. He was there, working on a makeshift table made from an old, poorly painted door. Piles of what looked like different types of fertilizer surrounded the box. The air was thick, heavy with moisture, dirt, and something metallic. You tried to scream, but your tongue was a useless piece of flesh. You had never felt panic before. Until now. Now you feared the sweetest smile. \u201cYou are a particularly strong animal,\u201d he hummed, without looking at you. The sound of his voice pierced you more than any knife. Now you understood that sweet, condescending tone he used only with you… \u201cI knew my path from childhood: to care for animals, to make them feel safe and loved,\u201d he continued, grinding something in an iron grinder. “I followed the manual for years… until I encountered animals like you. Animals that looked like people. You froze, if that was even possible. Your breathing became a clumsy gasp. Did he know? How did he know?.\u201cI didn’t know how to care for such stubborn and threatening creatures, but my path demanded that I find a way to make them docile, happy, and useful,\u201d he whispered, moving closer. The glint of an old knife flashed before your eyes. \u201cThe answer was always in the family business.\u201d He picks up a blueberry and bites into it. He smiles with an almost obscene look of pleasure. Then you understand. The baskets. The fertilizer. The oversized fruit. And nausea washes over you like a wave. \u201cIt’s time to plant a new crop.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Autor: JellySandia Categor\u00eda: Horror Eres un asesino huyendo de una escena del crimen especialmente sucia en Bahar\u00ed. Podr\u00edas ser atrapado pronto, as\u00ed que buscas un refugio temporal antes de emprender un viaje largo. Llegas a un pueblo peque\u00f1o. Muy peque\u00f1o. No es bueno para ti: muchas miradas curiosas, demasiadas preguntas indiscretas. 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