Necrophilia- A Lover's whim

Necrophilia is the act of raping or mating after killing someone. And the one who does it is called a "necrophiliac".

Rozina looked over her neck. Has she been able to fool the vampire? A stream of blood came down from the shoulder to the chest - the girl sighed as she looked in that direction. The body has become weak due to bleeding.

There is as much energy left in the body as there is in the mind. The left shoulder is numb - trying to move it unnecessarily - it can't move a hair. How long have you been running like this?

The angel of death is running from behind. There is no way to stop. She has to cross the huge park - his whole body gets cold at the thought. It's not right to trust the boy so much - not at all! The frightened face in the dark looks whiter now.

The rustling sound in the bushes is somewhere nearby - Rozina was startled. Gone? When a heavy body suddenly jumps from behind and falls on her shoulder - then presses her face in a blink of an eye - Rozina has nothing to do.

She fell to the ground due to a strong push and his body was shaking with extra work. The vampire is sitting on him. Holds it with one hand. Opening the pants belt with the other hand. Rozina knew the boy's motives a little earlier - with her eyes closed and terrified.

Why can't you breathe at all? Shakib is staggering towards the bathroom. He drank for the first time last night - not so much in his stomach. Doctor Arafat brought a bottle of authentic Russian vodka. I don't know if he ate a few bites himself to accompany the newly burnt man - or to show sympathy.

Now, of course. Woke up in the morning and vomited once. Didn't work. Now it is rising in the middle of the stomach again. You shouldn't have eaten so many chicken fries at night.

Somehow Shakib went to the high commode and vomited. The doorbell is ringing. Frequently. Where is the time to look over there? He took his face again and in the middle of the commode.

Swallowed and vomited a little. In the morning, which floated. Not to mention something new coming out now. He came in front of the basin and sprinkled water on his face and once he saw the reflection in the mirror. Random hair is wet and unkempt on the forehead. Seeing himself, a comment seems appropriate to Shakib. ‘Ganjutti!’ He whispered towards the towel. The calling bell rang again. Shakib likes the old-fashioned word 'Ting Tong'. That's what Bell's word is.

If you read it frequently, you will get in a bad mood. Here, for the first time in a hangover, the thorns of Shakib's mood meter go up quickly. Hey, did you call me? Did you make an appointment? Unnecessary people come to the door and ring the bell, no? Shakib brushed slowly. No matter what shit comes out, stand up.

It is best to leave. Stupid - come at ten o'clock in the morning and knock on people's doors? Shakib brushed aside a few more insults in his mind. This is probably his meditative knowledge and goal - it seems normal.

The calling bell is raining. The sound of holding his head started hitting the house inside the skull of Shakib who was holding his head. After washing his face, Shakib picked up a dagger and headed towards the door. Even though he is the president of Bangladesh, Shala has to be killed now. So that he can come to someone else's house in the morning without notice and not burn like this anymore. Mankind will benefit one.

The door can be opened - there is still the sound of a regular calling bell. I think the man on the other side will break the switch! Shakib does not feel the need to look through the glass. He hurriedly opened it. Shakib can quickly hide the dagger in the back in time. ‘Where have you been for so long?’ Asked the girl with angry eyes. Nisha's beautiful face is now full of anxiety, uncertainty, pain, confusion and intense anger.

Is something wrong? Something serious? ‘Rozina - dead?’ Shakib still can’t believe it. There were tears in my eyes - somehow Nisha stopped it, "She was killed and raped." Rozina - Shakib has seen the girl many times. The look and figure were interesting. Could get into modeling effortlessly.

This belief was not only of Shakib - there were many. There can be no friendship between two beauties - Nisha-Rozina's friendship has survived from school life till now by showing thumbs down to this conventional belief. They weren't just girlfriends - they were like two sisters.

Shakib didn't have a relationship with Nisha even then - Jana Panchashek boy from varsity used to hang around Nisha and Rozina. Shakib once asked his friend Riyadh, "Who are these people? Nishar? Or Rozina? ' Riyadh replied with a laugh, "I think both of them."

Shakib did not follow Nisha. And that is why Nisha has turned her back on Shakib following the infallible equation of nature. Shakib also expressed his thoughts without leaving the man of love in hesitation for a long time. Rozina was happiest in their relationship. That Rozina murdered? Shakib frowned at the thought of all this. He turned to Nisha and said, "Raped and killed?" This time Nisha can't hold herself anymore, tears come down from her eyes.

‘Killed and Raped, Shakib! Someone killed and raped him. Bitten - ' I can't say anymore - it's coming down my throat. In the morning, after hearing about the body of his girlfriend in the custody of the police, he ran to see her. What you see is enough in one life!

Shakib gently pressed Nisha to his chest. The girl needs to calm down. Shakib knows how shocking Rozina's death is in Nisha's life. If someone kills and rapes the girl there - how can Nisha tolerate it? Shakib still does not understand what the hangover is? Or is he sleeping another time?

Seeing this horrible dream there? What man in the world could kill a doll-like girl like Rozina? How could? How is it possible for her to be raped again after being murdered? ‘You -’ Nisha moved herself a little away from Shakib and looked at him with burning eyes, ‘- who will find out who did this? I will kill him with my own hands! Got it? '

To be continued. Thank you