A gay? Submerged Passion

12. Monsters

“What do I do? I just do my job as a husband. You know, Ariana. A woman who plays behind her husband, then she must get the punishment she deserves, and you must accept it.” her hiss was sharp.

Damian grinned even more as he felt Ariana's body stiffen. The greater the fear of its prey, the more satisfied it is to play tricks on it.

“Damian, you're crazy. Let go of me!” Ariana shouted, just as Damian's hand went down the curve of his body by giving a painful squeeze.

Damian just chuckled. The man was eager to skin the body of Ariana who had been presumptuous touched by Ricard. Say he's a psychopath, but that's him.

“You know, your body is so disgusting, even people who do not have a legal relationship can taste it,” Damian said on the sidelines his activities crept up Ariana's waist, even the man was sure, he said, his scar had already turned purplish red, as he exerted his strength.

“Akhh, brengs*k! You, hiks, Damiannnn!” Arina yelled even more as Damian unhurriedly squeezed his body, making him feel pain, even pain around his waist and shoulders.

Damian only chuckled, as he felt a bit of blood there, whether it came from the young man he killed, or from Araiana's own body. Whatever it is, it doesn't care. All he has to do now is to clean the traces of the male bajin\*an from the body of the wife.

Still with Ariana's agonizing cry, Damian violently pulled the hand, gave a very rough check, even dragging it mercilessly.

Araiana was only able to ask for help however, this mansion seemed to be deliberately vacated. Several times the woman fell and hit the stairs, but Damian without feeling still dragged her, making her still have to get up to align the speed of the man's legs.

That handsome face looked hardened, getting colder, and reddened. Tight jaws, with neck muscles that look sticking out, the man actually gave the monster full access in him to take over.

The splash of blood from Ariana's wound was not he gubris, even he also saw the woman's forehead was bruised with a little bleeding.

The more wounds Ariana has, the more satisfied she is. He is indeed babing\*n, but he will behave even more bastard with humans who dare to corporalize the body just for pleasure. He will make, a woman who is full of injuries is deterred, and does not dare to pierce her brain with her closeness with the lover.

Bruk!

Ariana actually fell down, just as she climbed the last stairs. “DAMIAN!” the woman shouted loudly. When Damian forced him, he was even dragged, because of his foot wounds that he could not possibly force to stand upright.

Damian just raised his face. There was a hint of pity as her eyes looked at Ariana's tearful face and blood mixture. The woman's body was very worried. He was eager to help, but his eyesight sharpened as Ariana's top outfit sagged down, showing more and more red marks there.

Like a fire doused in gasoline, with one look, his anger actually managed to explode. Now not just a drag, Damian has changed his position by crouching, releasing a strong check of his hand and showing the soft little wrist that is already blue and bleeding a lot.

Araiana felt the cry. He was really tired, his body was limp, and his entire joints felt dead. The wounds on his forehead, waist, legs, and hands were absolutely throbbing violently, making the woman unable to simply dodge as Damian brought her face closer.

“You know, it turns out you're really disgusting!” Damian hissed sharply, then the man's hand reached for Ariana's blood-soaked front suit. Tear it with a motion sheet.

The srek!

Damian really breng\*ek. The man seemed to close his eyes from the fear of the weak woman below him. Even they were still at the top of the stairs, and Damian shamelessly stripped the woman's body, and only told about the red interior.

The more red patches the man saw, the greater his intention to destroy the woman in front of him.

“Ha ha ha, you're acting like a holy woman. Hay, look at these scars.” Show Damian to Ariana's body. From the chest to the stomach, the body was full of traces of fondling.

Ariana simply closed her eyes, her teeth rubbing against each other, producing a sound of pain for hearing.

“Maybe now I should call you pel*cu*!” Damian rubbed his chin then nodded his head, as if he had decided on the biggest thing in the man's life.

Ariana widened her eyes. The honey bead was getting flushed with a circle of tears that did not want to stop. The call he hated the most, Damian easily pinned for him.

With a fiery rage, Ariana let out a word that further provoked Damian's anger.

“Better I be a pel*cu* for my girlfriend! Compared to I have to be your wife!” Ariana said softly, but in those words it sounded clearly hopeless.

Damian who heard the reply from Ariana clenched his hands. Those blue eyes darkened, along with his tightly clenched hands.

“Oh, like that. What if I made pela**rku only? Ahh, you must be a granular. You get ‘kejakanku’.” Damian chuckled as he saw Araian rewind his tubh without being able to stand up. The woman really looks pathetic, and Damian likes her.

“I'd rather die than be your pela*ur. I wouldn't want you to go in with your stuff that's been in and out of the hole a*s your lover!” Ariana hissing sharply. His honey eyes flashed with anger.

Damian gritted his teeth, especially when he saw Araiana's body which was right on the last step, one step, then the body would fall. With anger rising, Damian quickly dragged Araiana's body away from the stairs. Death is too easy for such a woman.

Perhaps he could give the punishment that most women hated. Being harassed with the person we hate the most, isn't that the most appropriate punishment?

“Damian, get me!”

“Ha ha ha let you go? No, it's not possible. Maybe now is the time for me to give you a punishment.” Damian grinned, the man's hand moved unbuttoning his shirt at the top, Araina who saw it gulped roughly, then forced her body to remain standing.

Damian, who saw Araiana's efforts getting more and more laughing, walked slowly, then pulled the woman's body and carried her to the shoulder.

Plaque!

“Damiannnn, please never do things that will make you regret,” Ariana screams full of pity. His entire body felt numb, especially when Damian roughly shouldered, and dealt a pretty hard blow to his butt.

“Oh, sorry yes. No, I'll never regret, you know, I'll just do s*x, not fuck. So I don't have to regret it. I'm not going to do it gently, or even warm up like your boyfriend's fondling. I will enter you immediately, as well as test how narrow your cheap hole is!”

Brak!

Damian throws Araiana's body hard on the bed. Even the woman's head accidentally hit the wood, making the wound on her head even more bloody.

“Damiannn!”