<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" ?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:tt="http://teletype.in/" xmlns:opensearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/"><title>Miss_Kaguya</title><author><name>Miss_Kaguya</name></author><id>https://teletype.in/atom/taekookie_51</id><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="https://teletype.in/atom/taekookie_51?offset=0"></link><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://teletype.in/@taekookie_51?utm_source=teletype&amp;utm_medium=feed_atom&amp;utm_campaign=taekookie_51"></link><link rel="next" type="application/rss+xml" href="https://teletype.in/atom/taekookie_51?offset=10"></link><link rel="search" type="application/opensearchdescription+xml" title="Teletype" href="https://teletype.in/opensearch.xml"></link><updated>2026-04-16T09:00:41.875Z</updated><entry><id>taekookie_51:tHRXAxlq8q</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="https://teletype.in/@taekookie_51/tHRXAxlq8q?utm_source=teletype&amp;utm_medium=feed_atom&amp;utm_campaign=taekookie_51"></link><title>Scream , Baby 😈</title><published>2025-05-09T20:11:03.636Z</published><updated>2025-05-09T20:11:03.636Z</updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img1.teletype.in/files/c4/0f/c40f35b3-367b-4125-b5ab-b1a2895a0b4b.png"></media:thumbnail><summary type="html">&lt;img src=&quot;https://img3.teletype.in/files/ef/7a/ef7a1dd9-47d1-4ad6-804c-99a7b8e070c4.png&quot;&gt;“Scream, Baby😈.”</summary><content type="html">
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  &lt;p id=&quot;o2YN&quot;&gt;“Scream, Baby😈.”&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;y1tH&quot;&gt;1-QISM — Qorong‘u tunda boshlanish&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;7qlr&quot;&gt;Yomg‘ir tomchilari derazaga urilib, sokin tunni buzardi. Y/N deraza yonida turar, tashqaridagi qorong‘ulikni kuzatardi. Shaharning xira chiroqlari yomg‘ir ostida aks etar, uning yuragida qandaydir noxush his uyg‘otardi.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;zxmW&quot;&gt;Telefonining vibratsiyasi diqqatini tortdi. U sekin qadam tashlab, stol ustidagi telefonini qo‘liga oldi. Nomerni tanimadi, ammo qiziqish ustun kelib, javob berdi.&lt;br /&gt;“Alo?” dedi u ehtiyotkorlik bilan.&lt;br /&gt;Sukunat.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;UpPA&quot;&gt;Y/N yana gapirishga chog‘landi, lekin kutilmaganda boshqa tomondan chuqur nafas olish ovozi eshitildi. U bir lahza jim qoldi, yuragi tez ura boshladi.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;i0F7&quot;&gt;“Kim bu?” deb so‘radi u, ovozi titrab.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;cOeE&quot;&gt;Sukunat yana davom etdi, lekin bu safar ovoz aniqroq edi. Xuddi kimdir qasddan nafas olayotganday... og‘ir va tinimsiz.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;kQeZ&quot;&gt;“Bu qandaydir hazilmi?!” dedi u jahli chiqib&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Biroq, telefon liniyasi uzilmadi. Ovoz davom etdi. Va kutilmaganda past, g‘amgin ovoz eshitildi:&lt;br /&gt;“Qocholmaysan...”&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;Bpwl&quot;&gt;Y/N beixtiyor bir qadam ortga tislandi, yuragi qo‘rquvdan shiddat bilan ura boshladi. “Nima?” dedi u pichirlab.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;ki7L&quot;&gt;Ovoz esa davom etdi: “Qocholmaysan... Seni kuzatyapman.”&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;FYZM&quot;&gt;Y/N shoshilinch ravishda telefonni o‘chirib qo‘ydi va nafasini rostlash uchun bir lahza jim turdi. Yuragi gursillab urar, qo‘llari titrardi.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;ZQfE&quot;&gt;“Bu qanday hazil? Kim bunday narsani qiladi?” deb o‘z-o‘zidan so‘radi.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;LmvX&quot;&gt;Lekin tashqariga qaragach, qo‘rquvi yanada oshdi. Qorong‘ulik orasida, yomg‘ir tomchilari orasida kimdir turganday tuyuldi. Shakl aniq emas edi, lekin u yerda kimdir borligini his qilardi.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;d3fK&quot;&gt;U tezda parda yopdi va orqaga tislandi. Telefonini yana qo‘liga olib, politsiyaga qo‘ng‘iroq qilmoqchi bo‘ldi, lekin keyin o‘ylab qoldi: “Agar hazil bo‘lsa-chi?”&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;VQFT&quot;&gt;Yuragidagi vahima asta-sekin susaya boshladi, ammo shubha hali ham ketmadi. Y/N chuqur nafas olib, derazaga yana bir qarash tashladi.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;gxOJ&quot;&gt;Hech kim yo‘q edi.&lt;br /&gt;Yomg‘ir to‘xtagan, shaharning xira chiroqlari yana yorqinlashgandi.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;cCZ5&quot;&gt;“Balki tasavvurimdir...” dedi o‘ziga.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;fQM0&quot;&gt;Ammo ich-ichida bir narsa unga buni hazil emasligini aytardi.&lt;/p&gt;
  &lt;p id=&quot;rx9Z&quot;&gt;— Davomi bor...&lt;/p&gt;

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