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Chapter 32: Rizal (Act 6)
Lina’s eyes fluttered open, the soft hum of the room pulling her out of a deep, exhausted sleep. The first thing she noticed was the clock on the wall, 6:15 PM. She blinked slowly, her mind struggling to reconcile the time with the haze of memories from the past few hours. Four hours. She had spent four hours in this room with Rizal, caught in a whirlwind of raw, primal passion that left her body aching and her senses utterly spent.
She shifted slightly, feeling the coolness of the bedsheet against her sensitive skin, and pulled it up to cover herself more fully. Her stomach growled loudly, a sharp reminder of the physical toll the day had taken on her. Her throat was dry, her limbs heavy, and every movement brought a dull ache, a testament to the intensity of what they had shared.
Rizal had been relentless. Four times he had taken her, each session more demanding than the last, leaving her trembling and breathless. Lina had lost count of how many times she had climaxed, the waves of pleasure blending into one another until she could no longer distinguish where one ended and the next began. And now, after what felt like the longest 45-minute break she had gotten all afternoon, she finally felt human again.
She glanced over at Rizal, who was seated on the edge of the bed, his posture softer now, less threatening than the almost feral man he had been hours earlier. He had watched her sleep, his gaze lingering on her relaxed form, before quietly slipping out to get food and water. He had returned just as she stirred, setting the items on the bedside table with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his earlier intensity.
“You’re awake,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough, though not unkind. “I got you something to eat.”
Lina nodded wordlessly, her body still too tired to muster a proper response. She reached for the bottle of water first, taking long, grateful sips to soothe her parched throat. The cool liquid was a small comfort, but it was enough to make her feel slightly more grounded.
Her mind wandered back to the events of the afternoon, their bodies tangled together in a frenzied dance of desire. She couldn’t deny the raw power of their connection, the way he had taken control and pushed her to the edge of her limits.
But now, in the quiet aftermath, she felt a strange mix of satisfaction and unease, a reminder that this was not just about physical pleasure. There was something deeper, something more complicated simmering beneath the surface.
She then reached for the food Rizal had brought, consuming it in hunger.
She cleared her throat softly, her voice hoarse. "Thank you for the food."
Rizal turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. His eyes, which had burned with such intensity earlier, now seemed clouded with something akin to remorse. "You’re welcome," he said quietly. "I thought you might be hungry after… everything."
Lina nodded, her gaze dropping to the half-eaten plate of fried noodles and hotdogs in her lap. Her stomach growled again, and she picked up the chopsticks, taking another bite. The food tasted bland against the lingering memories of what had transpired in this room.
"You’ve changed," she said after a moment, her voice soft but probing. "You’re not the same boy who came into my home that night."
Rizal sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don’t know what came over me," he admitted, his tone tinged with frustration. "It’s like… when I’m with you, something inside me snaps. I turn into someone else...someone I don’t even recognize."
Lina studied him carefully, her mind racing. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle to reconcile the man he’d been with the beast he’d become. "Is it… the oil?" she asked hesitantly, gesturing to the small jar on the nightstand. "The one you use?"
Rizal followed her gaze, his expression darkening. "Maybe," he murmured. "I didn’t think it would do anything at first. It was just something the witch doctor gave me, hoping it would fix my… problem. But after that first time with you, it was like it unlocked something inside me. Something I can’t control."
Lina frowned, her curiosity piqued despite her lingering unease. "What do you mean? What kind of oil is it?"
Rizal hesitated, as if unsure whether to continue. "It’s made from… forbidden herbs," he said finally. "The witch doctor said it would awaken my senses, make me stronger. But it’s more than that. When I use it, it’s like I’m not myself anymore. I get this… hunger. And you..." He paused, his voice catching slightly. "You’re the only one who can satisfy it."
Lina felt a shiver run down her spine, though she wasn’t sure if it was fear or something else entirely. "You scare me when you’re like that," she admitted softly. "I didn’t know if you were going to stop."
"I’m sorry," Rizal said quickly, his voice filled with genuine regret. "I never wanted to hurt you, Lina. It’s just… when I’m in that state, I can’t think straight. All I can think about is you."
Lina’s heart thudded in her chest, her emotions a tangled mess. Part of her wanted to pull away, to put as much distance between them as possible. But another part of her, a part she wasn’t ready to acknowledge as she felt a strange pull toward him, a curiosity about this other side of him that she couldn’t ignore.
"You said you’ve been using it for a year," she said slowly, trying to piece things together. "But it only worked… with me?"
Rizal nodded, his gaze steady but haunted.
"Yeah. Before you, it did nothing. I thought it was just some scam. But then…" He trailed off, his eyes flickering to her face before dropping to the floor. "You were different. You made it work."
Lina bit her lip, her thoughts racing. Different how? she wondered. Was it something about her that triggered this change in him? Or was it simply a matter of timing, a chemical reaction sparked by their connection? She wasn’t sure which possibility unnerved her more.
"What are you going to do?" she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rizal shook his head, his expression torn. "I don’t know," he admitted. "Part of me wants to throw it away, to never touch it again. But another part…" He hesitated, glancing at her almost shyly. "Another part wonders if this is who I’m really meant to be."
Lina’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening at the vulnerability in his words. She reached out without thinking, her fingers brushing against his arm in a gesture of comfort. "You don’t have to be that person," she said softly. "You can choose."
Rizal looked at her, his eyes searching hers as if seeking confirmation of something he’d already decided. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and tentative.
Lina froze for a moment, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. But before things could escalate further, Rizal pulled away abruptly, his breathing uneven. "I’m sorry," he muttered, turning his face away. "I shouldn’t have done that."
Lina blinked, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. "It’s okay," she said softly, though she wasn’t entirely sure if she meant it.
They sat in silence for a long moment, the air between them thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Lina’s gaze flickered nervously toward Rizal, her body still tingling with the echoes of their earlier encounters. She couldn’t shake the memory of his beastly self, the way he had promised to take her a fifth time before leaving. Her heart raced at the thought, a mix of fear and something she wasn’t ready to name lingering in her chest.
Rizal, now calmer and reverted to his docile self, noticed the faint red and blue-black marks on Lina’s skin, evidence of his earlier roughness. His expression softened with guilt as he reached out tentatively, his fingers hovering over the bruises. "I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t mean to hurt you like this."
Lina nodded, though she remained wary. "I know you didn’t," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "But you have to understand how scary it is when you… when you’re like that."
Rizal looked down at his hands, his shoulders slumping with shame. "I don’t want to be that person," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I just… I don’t know how to stop." He reached for the small jar of oil on the nightstand, his fingers trembling as he held it up. "Maybe I should just get rid of this."
Lina watched as he stood abruptly, clutching the jar tightly. He walked toward the wastebasket but hesitated, his hand hovering over it. After a long moment, he sat back down, his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
Lina’s heart ached at the sight. She moved closer to him, her hand gently resting on his back. "Rizal," she whispered, her voice filled with compassion. "You don’t need this oil. You don’t need any of this. What you need is help...real help. Professional counseling. Something that can help you heal."
Rizal looked up at her, his eyes red and watery. "But what if I can’t change?" he asked, his voice raw with desperation.
"You can," Lina said firmly, her tone filled with conviction. "You will. But you have to let go of this first." She reached for the jar of oil in his hand, her fingers brushing against his as she took it from him. "I’ll dispose of it for you. Somewhere far away, where it can’t harm anyone else."
Rizal hesitated, his hand twitching as if he wanted to snatch it back. But after a moment, he relented, nodding slowly. "Okay," he whispered. "You’re right."
Lina carefully placed the small jar inside her handbag, her movements deliberate and calm. She could see the resistance in Rizal’s eyes, the struggle to let go of something that had become a part of him. But she also saw the trust he was placing in her, the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way forward without it.
"There’s more," Lina added gently, her voice soft but firm. "Those movies you watch...the ones with those immoral plots. They’re not helping you either. You need to delete them. They’re only feeding into… whatever this is."
Rizal frowned, his brow furrowing as he processed her words. "You think they’re part of the problem?" he asked quietly.
"I do," Lina replied, her tone steady. "They’re warping your mind, Rizal. You deserve better than that."
Rizal nodded again, this time with more resolve. "You’re right," he said, his voice stronger now. "I’ll delete them. All of them."
Lina offered him a small, reassuring smile. "That’s a good start," she said softly.
Lina’s eyes fluttered open, the soft hum of the room pulling her out of a deep, exhausted sleep. The first thing she noticed was the clock on the wall, 6:15 PM. She blinked slowly, her mind struggling to reconcile the time with the haze of memories from the past few hours. Four hours. She had spent four hours in this room with Rizal, caught in a whirlwind of raw, primal passion that left her body aching and her senses utterly spent.
She shifted slightly, feeling the coolness of the bedsheet against her sensitive skin, and pulled it up to cover herself more fully. Her stomach growled loudly, a sharp reminder of the physical toll the day had taken on her. Her throat was dry, her limbs heavy, and every movement brought a dull ache, a testament to the intensity of what they had shared.
Rizal had been relentless. Four times he had taken her, each session more demanding than the last, leaving her trembling and breathless. Lina had lost count of how many times she had climaxed, the waves of pleasure blending into one another until she could no longer distinguish where one ended and the next began. And now, after what felt like the longest 45-minute break she had gotten all afternoon, she finally felt human again.
She glanced over at Rizal, who was seated on the edge of the bed, his posture softer now, less threatening than the almost feral man he had been hours earlier. He had watched her sleep, his gaze lingering on her relaxed form, before quietly slipping out to get food and water. He had returned just as she stirred, setting the items on the bedside table with a gentleness that contrasted sharply with his earlier intensity.
“You’re awake,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough, though not unkind. “I got you something to eat.”
Lina nodded wordlessly, her body still too tired to muster a proper response. She reached for the bottle of water first, taking long, grateful sips to soothe her parched throat. The cool liquid was a small comfort, but it was enough to make her feel slightly more grounded.
Her mind wandered back to the events of the afternoon, their bodies tangled together in a frenzied dance of desire. She couldn’t deny the raw power of their connection, the way he had taken control and pushed her to the edge of her limits.
But now, in the quiet aftermath, she felt a strange mix of satisfaction and unease, a reminder that this was not just about physical pleasure. There was something deeper, something more complicated simmering beneath the surface.
She then reached for the food Rizal had brought, consuming it in hunger.
She cleared her throat softly, her voice hoarse. "Thank you for the food."
Rizal turned to look at her, his expression unreadable. His eyes, which had burned with such intensity earlier, now seemed clouded with something akin to remorse. "You’re welcome," he said quietly. "I thought you might be hungry after… everything."
Lina nodded, her gaze dropping to the half-eaten plate of fried noodles and hotdogs in her lap. Her stomach growled again, and she picked up the chopsticks, taking another bite. The food tasted bland against the lingering memories of what had transpired in this room.
"You’ve changed," she said after a moment, her voice soft but probing. "You’re not the same boy who came into my home that night."
Rizal sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I don’t know what came over me," he admitted, his tone tinged with frustration. "It’s like… when I’m with you, something inside me snaps. I turn into someone else...someone I don’t even recognize."
Lina studied him carefully, her mind racing. She could see the conflict in his eyes, the struggle to reconcile the man he’d been with the beast he’d become. "Is it… the oil?" she asked hesitantly, gesturing to the small jar on the nightstand. "The one you use?"
Rizal followed her gaze, his expression darkening. "Maybe," he murmured. "I didn’t think it would do anything at first. It was just something the witch doctor gave me, hoping it would fix my… problem. But after that first time with you, it was like it unlocked something inside me. Something I can’t control."
Lina frowned, her curiosity piqued despite her lingering unease. "What do you mean? What kind of oil is it?"
Rizal hesitated, as if unsure whether to continue. "It’s made from… forbidden herbs," he said finally. "The witch doctor said it would awaken my senses, make me stronger. But it’s more than that. When I use it, it’s like I’m not myself anymore. I get this… hunger. And you..." He paused, his voice catching slightly. "You’re the only one who can satisfy it."
Lina felt a shiver run down her spine, though she wasn’t sure if it was fear or something else entirely. "You scare me when you’re like that," she admitted softly. "I didn’t know if you were going to stop."
"I’m sorry," Rizal said quickly, his voice filled with genuine regret. "I never wanted to hurt you, Lina. It’s just… when I’m in that state, I can’t think straight. All I can think about is you."
Lina’s heart thudded in her chest, her emotions a tangled mess. Part of her wanted to pull away, to put as much distance between them as possible. But another part of her, a part she wasn’t ready to acknowledge as she felt a strange pull toward him, a curiosity about this other side of him that she couldn’t ignore.
"You said you’ve been using it for a year," she said slowly, trying to piece things together. "But it only worked… with me?"
Rizal nodded, his gaze steady but haunted.
"Yeah. Before you, it did nothing. I thought it was just some scam. But then…" He trailed off, his eyes flickering to her face before dropping to the floor. "You were different. You made it work."
Lina bit her lip, her thoughts racing. Different how? she wondered. Was it something about her that triggered this change in him? Or was it simply a matter of timing, a chemical reaction sparked by their connection? She wasn’t sure which possibility unnerved her more.
"What are you going to do?" she asked finally, her voice barely above a whisper.
Rizal shook his head, his expression torn. "I don’t know," he admitted. "Part of me wants to throw it away, to never touch it again. But another part…" He hesitated, glancing at her almost shyly. "Another part wonders if this is who I’m really meant to be."
Lina’s breath hitched, her pulse quickening at the vulnerability in his words. She reached out without thinking, her fingers brushing against his arm in a gesture of comfort. "You don’t have to be that person," she said softly. "You can choose."
Rizal looked at her, his eyes searching hers as if seeking confirmation of something he’d already decided. Then, slowly, he leaned in, his lips brushing against hers in a kiss that was both tender and tentative.
Lina froze for a moment, caught off guard by the suddenness of it. But before things could escalate further, Rizal pulled away abruptly, his breathing uneven. "I’m sorry," he muttered, turning his face away. "I shouldn’t have done that."
Lina blinked, her mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. "It’s okay," she said softly, though she wasn’t entirely sure if she meant it.
They sat in silence for a long moment, the air between them thick with unspoken words and unresolved tension. Lina’s gaze flickered nervously toward Rizal, her body still tingling with the echoes of their earlier encounters. She couldn’t shake the memory of his beastly self, the way he had promised to take her a fifth time before leaving. Her heart raced at the thought, a mix of fear and something she wasn’t ready to name lingering in her chest.
Rizal, now calmer and reverted to his docile self, noticed the faint red and blue-black marks on Lina’s skin, evidence of his earlier roughness. His expression softened with guilt as he reached out tentatively, his fingers hovering over the bruises. "I’m so sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t mean to hurt you like this."
Lina nodded, though she remained wary. "I know you didn’t," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly. "But you have to understand how scary it is when you… when you’re like that."
Rizal looked down at his hands, his shoulders slumping with shame. "I don’t want to be that person," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I just… I don’t know how to stop." He reached for the small jar of oil on the nightstand, his fingers trembling as he held it up. "Maybe I should just get rid of this."
Lina watched as he stood abruptly, clutching the jar tightly. He walked toward the wastebasket but hesitated, his hand hovering over it. After a long moment, he sat back down, his face buried in his hands, shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.
Lina’s heart ached at the sight. She moved closer to him, her hand gently resting on his back. "Rizal," she whispered, her voice filled with compassion. "You don’t need this oil. You don’t need any of this. What you need is help...real help. Professional counseling. Something that can help you heal."
Rizal looked up at her, his eyes red and watery. "But what if I can’t change?" he asked, his voice raw with desperation.
"You can," Lina said firmly, her tone filled with conviction. "You will. But you have to let go of this first." She reached for the jar of oil in his hand, her fingers brushing against his as she took it from him. "I’ll dispose of it for you. Somewhere far away, where it can’t harm anyone else."
Rizal hesitated, his hand twitching as if he wanted to snatch it back. But after a moment, he relented, nodding slowly. "Okay," he whispered. "You’re right."
Lina carefully placed the small jar inside her handbag, her movements deliberate and calm. She could see the resistance in Rizal’s eyes, the struggle to let go of something that had become a part of him. But she also saw the trust he was placing in her, the hope that maybe, just maybe, he could find a way forward without it.
"There’s more," Lina added gently, her voice soft but firm. "Those movies you watch...the ones with those immoral plots. They’re not helping you either. You need to delete them. They’re only feeding into… whatever this is."
Rizal frowned, his brow furrowing as he processed her words. "You think they’re part of the problem?" he asked quietly.
"I do," Lina replied, her tone steady. "They’re warping your mind, Rizal. You deserve better than that."
Rizal nodded again, this time with more resolve. "You’re right," he said, his voice stronger now. "I’ll delete them. All of them."
Lina offered him a small, reassuring smile. "That’s a good start," she said softly.
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