Harry Part 4

I opened my eyes slowly, and a strange, pungent smell wafted my nose. I looked around at how surprised I was when I realized I was in a strange place. However, where is it? "Are you awake?" A woman's voice sounded right next to me. Instantly, I saw a beautiful woman with a pale face sitting limply beside me. At her feet, there is a chain that is large enough to bind her feet. "Who are you? And why are your feet tied? Besides, where are we?" The questions I asked the woman were quite insistent. The woman was silent until she finally pointed at my feet. I followed her gaze, and now I'm staring at my feet. I was wide-eyed when I realized that my feet resembled that woman's. A large chain was also binding my feet. I feel so stupid. How could I not learn these chains bind my feet? I'm too confused with the situation I'm living in. My last memory is when that horrible ghost attacked me in my and Sean's treatment room. My body was floating in the air and should have collapsed on the floor because there was no way my memory was wrong. I remember the times when my body slid, falling. Shouldn't I be in that room? Why am I in this strange place and chains like this? "Excuse me, where are we, huh?" I realized that it would be impossible to find answers to all these oddities if I didn't ask the only person besides me, who was none other than the woman earlier. "It seems he also brought your soul here," the woman answered, which confused me even more. "What do you mean?" "Harry brought your soul here. We are locked up in this place." Again, I need clarification on what she's saying. I don't even know that guy named Harry. "Harry, who is he?" "You want to know about him?" I asked her with an enthusiastic nod. The woman held my head, and her eyes stared at me intently, right into mine. Suddenly, another sight came into my view. I saw a woman sitting with a man in a cafe. Yes, if you look at the atmosphere, I'm sure it's a cafe. Why can I see this sight? Could it be that the woman just now was showing me her memories? Some of these questions crossed my mind, but I tried to ignore them. Whatever I'm looking at right now, I will soon find a clue from all the weirdness I'm experiencing. I took a closer look at the faces of the two people, and I also realized that the woman with the man was the same as the woman tied up next to me earlier. With this, I didn't even have any doubts anymore. I knew this scene was indeed the world of the woman's memories. The two of them seemed to be enjoying their drink when the conversation started to sound. "Har, I brought you here because I have something to talk to you about," the woman said. The man beside her was silent and still enjoying his drink. He took a sip of his drink and then stared intently at her. He took her hand and kissed it gently. The woman looked taken aback and quickly withdrew her hand. "We're canceling our wedding plans. I can't marry you, Harry." The man was shocked to see from his eyes that were completely wide. "W-why? Our wedding is in two weeks," said the man. So, that's the guy named Harry. "I can't continue this charade, the truth is I never loved you. There is another man I love. I'm sorry, Har, and please understand." Harry growled and banged the table so hard that all eyes in the cafe were now on them. "You can't just cancel our wedding, Shei. Everything is prepared. After all, I love you so much. I don't want to lose you." Harry's voice sounded sad, but it didn't make the woman feel sorry from her face, which was red with anger. "Stop lying, I already know everything!" Shouted the woman who returned to invite the attention of all cafe visitors. "All this time you have a lot of lovers behind me, right? Just so you know, I often catch you. After work, you always bring them to your house!!" "Don't talk carelessly, Sheila. Besides, keep your voice down so everyone can hear it," said Harry, trying to calm the woman I just found out was called Sheila. "This is the biggest reason I can't continue our marriage, you don't love me at all." "No, you're wrong. I love you so much, Shei. Trust me." Sheila got up from her seat and walked away. Harry, of course, did not remain silent. He was chasing his future wife. So even with me, I rushed to follow them. In the cafe's parking lot, Sheila intends to enter her car, but what happened after that made me cringe. Out of nowhere, Harry got a stone that he is now holding. He approached Sheila and hit her on the head with the rock so that Sheila fell. It seems she lost consciousness. The parking lot was tranquil. It appeared that no one had witnessed this incident. Harry put Sheila's body into the car and drove it out of the cafe. A second later, the scenery around me changed, and I realized that I would see another sight in a moment. And as I expected, I was indeed in a different place. However, the atmosphere in this place made me stunned. I'm sure this place is the same place where I woke up in a chain-bound state earlier. I wandered my gaze and noticed so many rooms resembling a prison cell. Seeing this scene reminded me of the tragedy of Inez's ghost at Grandes High School. Inez's spirit also has a secret room like this. She used the private room to torture Grandes High School students. In addition to several cells-like rooms, there is a reasonably large bed in the middle of this place. Above the bed, there is a lamp that can be shifted. I do not know for what purpose the bed was put there. I looked again carefully around me. Many women were bound by chains in that cell, precisely like me and Sheila earlier. Their condition looked worrying, as if they had just been tortured. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching, I looked towards the only door in this place. The figure of Harry carrying Sheila on his back entered this place. Harry leaned Sheila's unconscious body against the wall. Harry walked through every room of the cell. Then he stopped in front of a cell and opened it. "Let go of me! Please don't hurt me anymore!" There was a woman's voice pleading with her sobs, which Harry ignored. Harry untied the chains that bound the woman's legs and dragged her from the cell. The woman looks weak. There are so many wounds on her body. What exactly has happened to that woman? My question was immediately answered when I witnessed the horrific scene before my eyes. The woman was placed on the bed and tied her hands and feet. The woman continued to beg with tears in her eyes, which Harry smirked at. Harry licked the woman's face. What he did made me think of the ghost in my treatment room who treated me the same way. I remember the spirit licking my face and neck like Harry was doing right now. So, could the ghost in the toilet be Harry's ghost?