Chapter 11 Bruce And Betty

• To my surprise, Cody does not snarl or slap me across my face. He closes his eyes as if nothing has happened, and falls asleep. I look at Cody for a while nervously until I am sure that he will not be angry at me. When I relax, I start to notice how gorgeous he is. His black hair is not smooth, just like Cody himself. His blue eyes are covered by delicate eyelids. His nose is straight and curved, maybe the most acute in this world. The stubble on his chin only makes him more manly. I start to daydream that if Cody likes me and kisses me with this beautiful face...
• I tremble at my thought. The coldness and the pain warn me that I am only a pathetic human slave. Thinking that as a slave I should do something to serve my drunk master, I walk out into the hall and try to find Cody is room. The corridor is long and the rooms look alike. I hope that someone can tell me where Cody is room is. Finally, I find a room with the door open. I muster my courage and peek inside. Bruce and Betty are inside. I peek for a while.
• Betty is lying unconsciously on the bed. Her face looks pale and her lips are purple because of pain. Bruce is holding a glass of water. He wants to give Betty some water to drink, but Betty is still fainted. Bruce tilts his head as if he is thinking of ways to solve this problem. After a while, he seems to make a final decision. He drinks the water himself, and leans over to Betty is mouth. He wants to feed fatty water with his own mouth.