Wicked Island Of Ireland - Chapter 9

CHAPTER 9

The rain had weakened since morning but still fell steadily, filling the air with the rich scent of wet earth and trees that penetrated deep into her lungs.

Damp leaves brushed against her hands and cheeks as she followed Hayden, barely noticing the cold. He led her to the building that had burned the previous night.

Thanks to the overnight downpour, the fire had been extinguished. However, the outer walls were scorched black.

On the rooftop lay an overturned helicopter tail. It seemed the fire had started when the helicopter crashed into the mechanical room on the roof, spreading into the building below.

She wondered about the building’s purpose. Unlike the stone house by the lake, this appeared to be a recent construction…

Perhaps going inside would provide some clues. She was also curious about the metal contraption she’d been trapped in yesterday.

But why had Hayden come here alone? Isu carefully followed him, observing his strong build from behind.

He looked like a vacationer at the beach, wearing only shorts that resembled underwear, walking with a leisurely gait.

Suddenly, he turned around. Feeling as though she’d been caught by a large predator, Isu stumbled backward and fell.

Her foot landed on a stone that jutted out from between the weeds. The pain shot through her sole as if it had been cut.

“Ah!”

A large shadow loomed over her head.

“That’s what happens when you sneak around like a mischievous cat.”

Though she had indeed been sneaking, there was no ill intent. Isu brushed the dirt from her foot and pushed herself up from the ground.

“I followed because I thought I could help.”

Hayden mimicked her polite manner of speech with gentle mockery.

“Stumbling around on weak legs isn’t helping at all.”

Her legs weren’t weak at all. She just didn’t have shoes.

“Once I find some shoes, I’ll show you how well I can climb trees.”

Hayden absently brushed off the weeds and dirt from her pants as he replied.

“I’m looking for anything useful. Don’t follow me inside – the building might collapse. I’ll bring you shoes if I find any.”

His ingrained manners were impeccable. Yesterday he’d given clothes to a woman he’d just met, and today he was cleaning those same clothes while telling her to wait safely outside.

However, Isu couldn’t let him go alone. He was too precious to risk losing in a dangerous, collapsing building.

Seeing that he was determined to enter, she quickly spoke up.

“You’ll die if it collapses.”

He raised one eyebrow, then lowered it, responding as if speaking to a child.

“No need to state the obvious. Just wait here.”

“No, if it collapses, you’ll die too. What would I do then?”

She wasn’t sure why she’d said that. The sudden burst of raw honesty surprised even herself.

This man had saved her life and ensured she was treated like a person among those who might be insensitive to racial differences. The thought of losing him felt devastating.

But beyond devastation, other feelings surfaced. Her chest felt both sharp with pain and tender with concern.

Why was she developing such strong emotions for a man she’d met just two days ago? As Isu touched her flushed cheeks, Hayden watched her intently.

A moment of silence fell between them.

She was grateful for the rain in this moment. Without the sound of falling water, they would have heard only each other’s breathing.

Yet he seemed to want to hear her breathing, moving close enough that she could feel his presence. His shadow darkened her previously bright field of vision.

Isu stared at him, dazed. His face, perfect as a sculpture, broke into a gentle smile.

“Would you be sad if I died?”

His narrowed eyes took on an enigmatic depth. Just as she thought how striking he looked; he brushed back his rain-soaked hair.

“Then I’ll give you the task of standing outside and crying for me if I die. Don’t follow me.”

He turned away coldly and headed toward the building.

As his shadow disappeared, raindrops once again fell on Isu’s face. He was getting further away.

Isu followed his quickly retreating figure. Though he’d asked her to stand here and cry if he died, surely there were others by the lake who could do that.

A building with structural damage could collapse at any moment. If they needed to gather supplies, two people would be faster than one.

Through the light drizzle, Hayden entered the building first.

Isu stepped through the entrance a moment later. Hayden had already disappeared somewhere inside.

The building’s interior was hellishly black, covered in soot. Yet it barely maintained its structure, not everything having burned completely.

The entrance had benches and plants, with a long corridor stretching to the left center. Rooms lined both sides of the corridor, facing each other.

As Isu explored the surroundings, she peered through the glass door of the first room.

It was an office. She could see partially burned desks, documents, chairs, and laptops.

Across from the office was a control room. Inside were machines that had partially melted in the fire.

What stood out was the arrangement of eight monitors on the desk.

Seven of the monitors were completely blackened by fire. However, the last one, Monitor 8, remained about two-thirds intact.

A green light blinked beneath the monitor. It meant there was still power.

If that monitor was connected to a computer, it might hold clues about her lost memories.

Isu entered the room as if in a trance. The floor was soggy from sprinkler water.

Though dirty water rose to her ankles, she didn’t care. With trembling hands, she pressed the button next to the green light. The monitor crackled and turned gray.

The main screen appeared. There were what looked like photo thumbnails, with dates written below them.

The background in all the images showed the same room.

It looked like a laboratory. The walls had shelves of medical supplies, and in the center of the room was an elongated oval machine. A blonde woman sat in front of it.

Could this be CCTV footage?

Isu clicked on the screen. The image instantly enlarged and began playing.

The blonde woman sat in a large chair resembling a recliner, writing something on a chart. She set the chart down on a mobile desk and took out a brown-colored pack. The pack was large, like an IV bag.

The woman opened the pack’s lid and connected it to a tube linked to the oval machine.

Just then, the room’s door opened and a man in a suit entered. Due to the burned portion of the monitor, his face wasn’t visible.

The man set his briefcase down on the desk by the door and approached the blonde woman from behind, asking,

“Ella, have you been well?”

Though the speaker was full of static, his words came through clearly.

The woman turned around in response to his gentle voice.

“Yes, I’ve been well.”

The woman wore a white coat like a doctor. She appeared to be in her late twenties, with a pretty smile.

The man walked steadily behind her and began stroking her hair. He brushed it back behind her shoulders and slowly bent down.

The woman’s face blocked the man’s, but his grayish, military-style short hair was noticeable.

The man pressed his lips to her neck and whispered.

“I snuck in because I missed you.”

The woman tilted her head back, closing her eyes. After a moment, the man prompted her for a response.

“Didn’t you miss me too, Ella?”

“Mmh…”

“Haven’t you been aching for my c0ck?”

The woman glanced anxiously at the CCTV camera, appearing uncomfortable with the intimate questioning.

“I’m working right now. We shouldn’t do this here.”

The man gripped her hair and blocked the camera with his back.

“Don’t turn me away today. Last time you sent me away because of your ex-husband. Do you know how much that hurt me?”

The man lowered the handle under the woman’s chair, reclining the backrest. He wedged his knee between her legs and looked down at her intently.

“Ella needs to apologize to my heart. It almost stopped that day.”

Though his tone was aristocratically polite, the man’s aura was fierce. The woman seemed to sense this, averting her gaze to the wall as she moved only her lips.

“I’m sorry. But it was too sudden, I couldn’t help it.”

Her voice through the speaker sounded pitiful. The man seemed moved, bending down to face her as he whispered.

“Kiss me.”

Due to the man’s large build, only his back was visible. The woman appeared to kiss his lips and wrap her arms around his neck.

After receiving her kiss, the man exhaled roughly and laid her back in the chair. Through the crackling speaker came his courteous voice, as if seeking a mother’s permission.

“I want to rub myself against you, Ella. Please let me.”

Perhaps permission wasn’t necessary after all. The man lifted her legs and spread them over the chair’s armrests.

He seemed to enjoy her helpless reactions before moving his hand between her legs. He appeared to tear the center of her stockings. Then he opened his pants.

The man’s knees, which had been kneeling at the edge of the chair, pulled closer to the inside of her thighs. He quickly moved his hand holding his center before gripping the chair.

His lower body delved deep between her legs. Though the woman trembled her hips as if overwhelmed, the man didn’t stop.

“Ahh, it feels so good. I can feel how hot and slick you are.”

“Hah…!”

“You’ve gotten so tight since we haven’t done this in a while. When does your business trip end? When you return to the company, I’ll stretch you out again.”

“Ah, ah, in… in a few days…”

The man wrapped both hands around her hips. Then he moved his waist slowly, panting deeply.

“But why did your ex-husband suddenly, hah, come by? Did he start missing you after the divorce?”

“Ah, ah, mm…”

“Does his c0ck keep getting hard at all hours of the night thinking about this pvssy? That’s been happening to me lately.”

The man gripped her wrist and kissed the back of her hand. As he thrust his hips deeply, the woman gasped as if she couldn’t breathe.

“Mmh, Mr. Graham, ah… too deep, too deep.”

At that name, Isu’s breath suddenly stopped. Mr. Graham. Mr. Graham…

“If he points a gun at you and threatens you one more time, I’ll make sure he gets a proper spanking.”

The voice from last night’s dream echoed faintly in her ears.

Could it be him?

Could it really be that man?

Her hands suddenly went cold.