Chapter 24 - Call a Doctor
Someone from the crowd pointed at the shorter baguettes and said, “Buy the short ones if you like them so much.”
“N-No. Well, I do like the longer ones more—I mean, not that kind of ‘longer ones’, but long baguette loaves of bread. I mean—well—wait, what am I even saying right now?”
People stared at Anna as if she were crazy.
At the center of the world… No, inside of Anna it remained. Everything was connected to that in the end. Even upon having just a few of his fingers inside of her had driven her to ardent arousal, leaving her sopping wet. She had since begun to wonder what it would feel like if his entire length had actually entered her, and her frequent lewd thoughts of it made her certain she had gone mad.
She seriously wondered if she should go visit a doctor, but she knew she couldn’t bring herself to explain her symptoms aloud. Swinging an empty basket back-and-forth in hand, Anna lowered her gaze to the ground in shame. A deep, repentant sigh escaped her. It felt like she had already sighed ten times today.
Not long after Anna had started walking again, a young child’s desperate voice began to resound through the air. “Argh! Please, don’t do this! It was my fault. It was all my fault!”
A group of people began to encircle an incident occurring down the road. “Is there something happening?” they asked. “It sounds like someone is being bashed.”
“I was so hungry!” the child cried. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, Father!”
People came running from behind Anna, pushing past her to get a closer look. She got mixed into the growing crowd.
In the middle of the road was a young boy who looked to be about ten years old, kneeling in front of a man whom he addressed as his father and begging desperately for forgiveness. The man wobbled as he spouted unintelligible curses at his child. Then, he took a swig from his bottle, which was wrapped in a paper bag.
“You little weasel! Learning bad things from your mother! You couldn’t find anyone else to pickpocket, so you steal from your own dad?!” he slurred furiously, tossing his now-empty bottle to the ground. The crowd and the child both flinched and stepped back.
The man began to walk toward the child, an intimidating expression upon his face. The child screamed aloud, wrought with terror. Anna looked around, finding no one willing to help out the poor kid. He was on the ground, trying to scoot as far away as he could with his eyes clouded by tears.
The man lifted the boy up by the collar then threw him violently back onto the ground.
The child tried to yell out his father’s name, but his father was already lost to him. The man was out of his mind, wholly intoxicated. Some of the onlookers merely clicked their tongues in disapproval, while others stood anxiously on the sidelines like Anna, just watching the terrible scene unfold before them. They were all the same. No one dared to interfere because they were scared of getting hurt.
“It’s not over yet!” the man roared, closing the distance between him and his child once again.
Anna began to shake terribly, but that hesitancy lasted for only a moment. She saw the man lift his large hand up to the sky as if it were a blade forged to strike the young boy and she immediately sprang forward from her position, rushing toward the child and wrapping him securely in her embrace.
She clenched her eyes shut in anticipation of the attack.
She heard it, but the sound of the impact differed from what she had assumed it would be. Perhaps it was due to how large his hand was? Regardless, she would soon lose consciousness due to the overwhelming pain. Then, once awakened, she would have a huge bruise on her cheek. She would need to hide that bruise in fear of embarrassment for days until it finally faded.
Yet… Anna felt no pain. None at all.
The crowd began to murmur. Whispers of a familiar name drifted from their lips.
“Looks like he lost consciousness.”
“Wait a minute. Isn’t that the Kilner family’s youngest son? Young Master Dylan, right?”
“Hey, shouldn’t we notify the Kilners about this?”