A gay? Submerged Passion
13. fatal error
Damian looked at the screaming Ariana, inching backwards in fear. Although the woman's face was already seen to make sure it did not dampen her desire to continue her plan from the beginning.
“Damiannnn!” Ariana screamed as she saw Damian with a grinning face opening his top, making the man's body naked only in trousers.
“Ha ha ha, according to my words. I want to test yours.” Damian grinning. The blue eyes were as shiny as they were, leading Ariana to scream hysterically as her right leg was violently pulled.
“Akhhh, Damiannn,” his screams are full of pity.
Damian looked indifferent, the man violently overstretched one leg of Ariana, making the woman scream a connection, and could not escape.
Damian quickly removed the button, leaving his body covered in a triangular cloth.
Ariana made her cry even more as Damian violently tore off her breastplate, making her two mountains pop, revealing pink peaks. However, the sight made Damian even more snickering cynically.
Even around the white mountain it did not escape from the red spots, and it made Damian's disgust evaporate. His blue eyes stared at the alcohol he always kept next to the nightstand.
Still pushing down on Ariana's feet, her burly hand grabbed a bottle full of alcohol, then poured the entire contents without a squeeze on Ariana's body.
“Akhhhh, Damiannn, please, let me out. Akhhhh, hyks, this is very painful.” Ariana shook her head as the liquid had washed all over her body, even her face as well. The pain when the alcohol touches his skin can make his body tremble violently.
Damian let out a loud laugh. The man looked like a blind man, blind to misfortune, and the misery of his opponent. There was only a sense of anger and resentment surrounding his current feelings.
Roughly, his burly hand grabbed the last cloth that covered the woman's lower body. Makes the body really plain.
Arana yelled more and more as Damian grinned, even the man's hand also moved to open the cloth he was wearing down there. Make their bodies equally plain.
The memory of the words Damian would enter without warming made him shake his head strongly.
“No! Damian don't do that, I'm moh___”
Jlep!
“Akhhhhh..” Arana shouted loudly as she felt the blunt, hard, and long thing tear her away. Making the thing that he had cared for the most was lost instantly with a single jolt.
While Damian was silent, his blue eyes seemed to be in a pattern, as if he was aware of what he had done. Those eyes were seen staring down, right at their bodies that were still fused, and flowing blood from there.
Damian shakily turned his eyes away, looking at Ariana who looked very desperate, with a face full of wounds.
“A... kuuu .. tid.. tid.. no... will... forgive you.” Right after saying that, the honey eyes were covered with a body that looked limp drooping.
Damian was still silent, even the man could not afford to fear hurting the woman below him who had lost consciousness.
“Ariana,” call it down.
Silence, no reply came out of the woman's mouth. Damian rigidly lept his unification, making fresh blood come out of the woman's core more clearly visible.
“Yes, God! What am I doing?” Damian scooped his face rough.
Those blue eyes scanned Ariana's entire body. Used bruises mixed with \*\*\*\*\*\*. Even smooth it also spits out blood. Wrist, forehead, waist, and legs, all full of blood from peeling skin.
“What should I do?” Damian scooped his face, then his hand grabbed the clothes scattered below, put them on violently, then grabbed a blanket to cover the woman's nakedness.
His burly hand trembled, grabbed the device and called his assistant to find a female doctor.
Those blue eyes were staring at Ariana. Slowly approaching, let the woman's breath look very weak.
“I'm sorry.” Damian touched the bloody forehead.
That pitch-red blood successfully made him tremble violently. Blood of a woman who is none other than his own wife. The blood of the woman he tortured, the blood of the woman he despised, the blood of the woman he thought was the same as that of the woman out there who was a hobby of promoting the body.
Today he was struck with two facts. First, the squeeze turned out to be more than his normal feelings. Second, his wife, whom he thought was cheap, was a virgin before he took her by force.
***
Max looked at Roy who looked a little nervous. His former subordinates seemed to be hiding something.
“Why are you here?” ask in a flat tone.
Roy gulped his saliva rough. Although the superior lay sick on the bed, but that gaze could not cover her cold and cruel attitude.
“Master, don't you want to come back again?” Max asked slowly.
Max looks to throw his face away. The memory of Damian's threat made him worry. He wanted to return to his country, building a simple house right next to the navel of the child and the woman.
“Tuan ..”
The call made Max re-awaken. Those black eyes looked a little empty. I hope death welcomes him. However, the arrival of his subordinates had all his hopes crushed.
“Hmmm, I don't know,” murmured slowly.
Roy who saw that sighed. The man seemed to weigh hard. Does he need to tell Miss Salsha's whereabouts?
“Master, are you sure Miss Salsha is gone?” Roy asked slowly.
Max quickly looked at his assistant. “What do you mean?”
Roy gulped roughly, his body suddenly frozen. “Ekhm, I just wonder if I said Miss Salsha is still alive, would you believe it?”
Max seemed to be frowning. The half-lying man was seen clasping both hands, tapping his chin which was overgrown with fine mined feathers.
“Are you kidding?” tannyya sarcasm.
Roy bowed his head, the man already thought how his master's response was.
“I'm sorry Mr.”
“Hmm, if you're here just to say unimportant jokes, please go.” Max mnatap flat his subordinate.
“Tarms, Sir. Im sorry. I'm here to see the situation, sir. I promise I won't say such things again,” Roy said firmly.
Max nodded his head, then forced his body to lie down. Roy saw that just silence. Already he decided to keep everything a secret, at least after the situation in a sense of security. Like when Miss Salsha was completely healthy.
“Roy,” call Max slowly.
Roy straightened up, looking at Max seriously. “Iya, Sir?” tanyanya politely.
“Do you cover something?” Max asked in a soft tone, but from those black eyes was clearly a suspicion.
Roy gulped in a coarse saliva, cold sweat began to creep on his back. He seemed to weigh a little as he acted.
“No, Sir. It's just, say__”
Brak!
The door opened wide, stopping Roy's words. Both of their eyes stared at the figure standing at the door in surprise.
“You ..” call Max do not believe.
