Conviction of a Cruel Man (Design Wound)

nightclub

They finally sat down at a bar table. Dealing with someone who is busy mixing drinks for customers. The atmosphere is so noisy by the bang of music makes the heart of the Reka rumbles unabashed. Moreover, many couples who show off intimacy, risky design. There were even some men who were playing with her eyes. A really awkward situation. The designer wants to go from there, but Rania is even cool to enjoy music that is so deafening.

"It's Miss." A bartander pushes a glass of drink with accessories such as a small umbrella on Rania.

"Well, is this a cocktail?" Amazed, Rania twirled the small glass with sparkling eyeballs. Never imagined by him. He'll taste the alcoholic drink. The usual drink can only be heard without seeing or touching it.

Holding back the laughter, the well-dressed man simply smiled in surprise, then went back to concocting drinks for the other customers

"You don't drink, Ka?" tawar Rania who spoke in a shouting tone. R&B music sounds so loud.

Designs shrug their heads. He doesn't want to touch alcohol.

Uncomfortable. There Reka felt the strangest throughout the club. He's like an alien in the middle of a crowd of visitors. Understandably, the clothes he was wearing were so different from the others, even Rania. All women wear skirts that look so short, even their underwear is almost visible. As for Reka, she is the only girl who wears long jeans and a plain dark brown hoodie.

Without Reka and Rania noticing, a pair of eyes fixed on them. Yes, he is Irwan. He was with his friend Chandra, an heir to one of the big automotive companies called Big Group.

"Eh, you see what, anyway? Seriously very," asked Chandra, exhaling cigarette smoke from her mouth. Form the letter O of the smoke.

Irwan did not reply, he just pointed at Reka with his two fingers flanking a cigarette. "I want the girl." Speak with a misty look of desire.

"Wahh crazy! That good girl. The time will be embat also, kasian. Here many women are willing to sleep amu you. Stay you point, they will be happy ng*nggang ahead of you," said Chandra who again made astonished at the attitude of playboy his friend.

Shake fast, deny the words of his friend. Irwan so wanted a design that had already attracted his interest. "Sir, Chan. If she's a good girl. He won't come in here. I'm sure it's just his trick to get customers." Irwan turned off the cigarette fire and finished the wine in his glass. "Tonight I proved, if that girl is not a virgin," continued Irwan, pulling the tip of his lips.

"Eling, Bro. No shame what with your pride suit," Chandra quipped about the profession of doctor Irwan.

"Eh, elo don't ngingetin me. Work and behavior are two different things. You're ati you're often not in line, right?" Irwan screeched, throwing the cigarette box until it hit Chandra's head.

"Too again wear a suit, yes I have to follow the oath. Well, if again free rich gini, yes .. like my heart dong. These bodies of mine," elak Irwan in a slightly high tone. "Cepet lo take care of the cement!" continued.

Chandra did as Irwan commanded. Because he is quite interested in Rania who is beautiful. Especially with a knee-length skirt and a top whose collar is slightly open. Makes his maleness instincts squash.

"Beautiful, rather than jog here, mending we jog there," asked Chandra, pointing to the dance floor that had been filled with visitors who were dancing.

Rania who originally intended to come to the nightclub is for fun, of course, agreed with Chandra's invitation that looks quite handsome and rich. Without hesitation, Rania descended following the steps of the man she had just known.

"Hi, I'm Irwan," said Irwan. He sat next to Reka, trying to approach Reka in a subtle way.

The designer smiled awkwardly, watching his friend who was jumping on the dance floor. Design her breath. He was so sleepy and tired. Nemun, Rania seems to have super energy that does not look tired at all.

Irwan who felt neglected certainly did not accept. He who used to ignore women now even he who was ignored by the Design. Goddamnit! He sold expensive apparently. Irwan sat up with restraining growled. Grasping the small glass in hand firmly, suppressing the anger from sticking out. "You don't drink." Irwan re-opens the conversation to the girl he targets.

"Son, I can't drink alcohol" replied Reka, her position still turned to Irwan.

"There is selling juice here. Can't you drink that too?" asked Irwan who already had evil intentions in his head.

Reka. He really did not know that there also sells drinks without alcohol. Persuaded, Reka also ordered orange juice for her throat that had begun to dry out. And without Reka noticing, Irwan stuffed a small pill into his glass. Not long after, the drug reacted. Design suddenly felt an incredible drowsiness. He tried to get off the chair and planned to approach Rania. But unfortunately, in a matter of seconds, Reka's vision began to blur, soon dark and finally unconscious. And unfortunately Reka fell right on Irwan's body.

Finally, I will prove that you are not as innocent as you look, inner Irwan and re-engraved a sly smile on his face.

Hotelis.

Irwan manages to bring Reka's body into the hotel room. He who often exercise so easily carries the skinny body of the designer without having to expend excessive energy. This is what fitness is for. Irwan sat up, looked at the pretty face of the designer and smiled obliquely. We're going to party tonight, baby. So for a while, I let you sleep first.

Slowly, Irwan laid the girl's body on the bed, stripping her clothes to leave only the bright red underw**ear. He padangi whole body smooth Reka. Staring at him with a perverted look. His wild eyeballs did not blink at all. Want to quickly enjoy the skin of the body as white as milk. Moreover, the two crazy hills of the design are so tempting. Ah, really. Libido Irwan has gone up to ubun-ubun.

"You are so exciting" muttered Irwan, lying next to the body of the designer with the elbow position supporting the head. He exposed the girl's black hair and inhaled its scent. "Harum," he said slowly but was able to make Reka wake up from his momentary sleep.

The design blinked his eyes, astonished to look at the ceiling and look around. And how surprised Reka was when she found out there was a man with a shirt right next to her. "Who are you!" yelled Reka while confirming his position.

The design gets even more chaotic when he finds his body not wearing any clothes at all. Suddenly his mind went blank, and cold sweat started to pour out from the pores. The design moves from the mattress and covers the body. He stayed away from Irwan. But Irwan slowly approached her with a gaze that seemed ready to pounce. "Where are you going?"

"Please, Master. Please don't do this ...." Begging, looking into Irwan's eyes. He expects mercy from those who would act wickedly to him.

However, instead of pity Irwan even pounced on the body of the Design who was about to run towards the door. He hugged the body from behind.

"Where are you going, honey ...."

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