Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

Angry Irwan.

Suddenly the body suddenly frozen. It was as if a cold chill was coming from Irwan's body that was embracing him.

"Where are we going?" tanya Reka interrupted her steps up the stairs. However, Irwan did not answer that question at all. He still holds tightly to the shoulder until Reka feels pain. Irwan's breath was also heard hunting. Makes Reka nervous, and instantly also has trouble swallowing her own saliva.

Oh my God, what is this?

The designer was really riled up, feeling bad things would happen to him.

Get them on the second floor of the mansion. Irwan called one of the security guards standing there.

"Watch up! Let no one come up here!" tell Irwan to a muscular man, wearing all black. The man simply nodded obediently and immediately looked towards his friends who were on guard. With one flick of his hand, everyone immediately went down and stood firmly at the end of the stairs.

He's a doctor what gangster?

The design shuddered more and more. Moreover, Irwan continued to push without caring about his steps that began to stumble.

While Irwan, he was already unable to withstand the turmoil and heal in the chest. Given how badly Eldi clutched his waist, Reka made his blood boil for a moment. The feeling of hatred for past betrayal instantly blinded his eyes and heeded his ears. He did not answer the question even ignored the pain suffered by Reka.

Keep them in a room.

With all his strength, Irwan pushed Reka's body to make the girl fall to the floor. The design grimaced, knees hit the cold porslen.

"Basic j a l a n g shit!" hiss growled. Irwan locked the door. One by one, he took off his clothes. From the start of the suit to the shirt he threw violently as if representing his hatred that was really crazy.

"What's this?" ask a designer who does not understand the situation. However, after seeing Irwan's gaze that was foggy with fire, made Reka's face lose color. Scorched, Reka's guts have floated like ashes.

Irwan still did not answer. With bulging eyes and clenched jaws, he approached the skinny body of Reka who was still sitting. While Reka who felt threatened, chose to shuffle backwards away from the man who was already staring at her with eagle eyes. A sharp look capable of shredding it without the aid of tools.

"What's my fault?" asked Reka, staring at the bead nanar Irwan's eyes. His body trembled violently when he saw Irwan squatting down, aligning their bodies. Irwan looked carefully at the face of the design that had paled.

"Your body is dirty!" sergeant Irwan with a growling voice. He pulled the arm of the designer by force. The girl stood up, inching along with her wide steps.

Their eyes began to glaze over, fear began to pervade the mind. "Please off, it hurts." The plan hit Irwan's right hand which gripped his arm. The design continues to thrash, hoping to escape from Irwan who has lain chest*ng.

But the man still did not respond. His breathing was hunting and still pulling forcibly on Reka's body, dragging her towards the bathroom.

"Please don't hurt me ...." The plan whimpered, pleading for mercy from Irwan who was already in fidelity.

After arriving at his destination, Irwan attacked again. Pushing firmly until the back of the design is attached to the bathroom wall. Manatap nyalang eyes that are swollen and red.

"Open your shirt! You're filthy! I don't like my being touched by someone else!" irwan is still a bit angry. The frightened design tries to protect itself. He held her collar tight. While Irwan who saw the rejection of Reka increasingly stifling eyes. Plakkkp! A hot slap landed on Reka's cheek.

"Don't fight!" irwan again. Fiery gazes. Irwan grabbed the scissors on the bathroom hanging shelf not far from his standing position. Without warning, he also cut out the dress of the design that has been damaged and dirty. In an instant, Reka was plain, only the underware still attached to her body was bruised.

The design is unable to fight. He realized, the more in the opponent, the more ferocious Irwan tortured him. He only resigned when Irwan rubbed his body to the sidelines. The bite of his lower lip. Fight pain and pain that feels. Letting water flow through the body, fused with the roar of her tears.

After such torture, Irwan seemed not satisfied. He again forced the body out of the bathroom and threw it violently on the mattress. The designs that could not stand the torment of Irwan tried to stay away. Crawling down a large bed. But unfortunately, not yet had time to stay away, Reka again made choked. Irwan pulled on his ankle, curving it steadily.

"Please ... don't do this ..." ask Design with a voice that has mixed with sobbing. He rubbed both palms in front of Irwan, hoping to get forgiveness from the man. But Irwan didn't budge. Seeing the tears and fear Risa as if the adrenaline is getting faster. Seen a smile of satisfaction when seeing the suffering of Reka.

"J a l a n g s u n d a l like you must be in the law!" Irwan's gaze was so blasphemous. Makes the heart of Risa seem to stop beating instantly.

"I'm sorry I treated you so well. You don't know yourself! You're my wife. Mine! You can cuddle with another man!"

"No, it's not like that. It was just a misunderstanding, it was an accident, "Reka replied in self-defense, hoping to avoid Irwan's rampage.

Hearing the words of Reka made her remember the past. Siska, the woman he loved also said exactly what Risa said.

"Curtain! You guys are the same. Equally cheap!" the accusation.

"You're wrong Irwan. I'm not that woman," replied Reka interrupted her tears.

"Where do you know?" Irwan scrunched his forehead. But soon a sly smile was re-engraved.

In an instant Irwan's gaze began to change. From what was angry now like a passion. He looks carefully at the plain body of the design from the bottom to the face. Engraved the devil's smile on his face.

This woman's body is really beautiful.

Reka shudder. Seeing Irwan's lustful gaze made his guts shrink even smaller.

What kind of sight is that? Is he going to rape me again? Oh my God, what should I do.

The designer trembled, clenching both hands back while swiping them. Compassion with hope. "Please don't ...." Tears are getting worse over the cheeks.

Irwan smiled back. Without immediate warning he raked rough lips Reka. Sucking it with a hunting breath. The design pursed lips. However, the doormat Irwan bit the boneless flesh. Reka. That opportunity was not left to Irwan. He scooped it deeper, as if able to swallow the whole lips Reka.

The design continues to thrash strongly against the chest field lrwan. But it didn't work. Irwan is getting over him. Holding the neck of the design. The design is locked, unable to move.

After running out of breath, Irwan stops his crazy activities. He looked back at the bead of the panicked eyes. The roar of Reka's breath gasping. The chest rose and fell in rhythm with the horn in his heart that was timid.

"I'm sorry. I'm mistaken. I won't repeat it again. Please release me. I promise to obey. Please ... please forgive me," whispered Reka streak. It was really chaotic to think about the ferocity of what Irwan would do next.

Irwan smiled faintly. Move from his position. Leaving the body of the supine Design.

"Good .. This is my wife's new one" he said, wiping the head of Reka. He went into the bathroom, cleaned his body. Leaving the crying Design in bed.