Dating Contract
CHAPTER 200: RUBBED
- POV Author
A man turned the ice balls in a glass, watching something out there, as if something was pulling the heart out of the swaying grass. He sipped his whisky slowly, his sunken lips becoming a smirk.
The clattering of footsteps continued, until the room returned to stay still gusts of breath of people who had just come who tried to adjust the breath in the middle of gasping.
A tattooed right hand swung an empty glass, parallel to the shoulder.
A male servant poured whisky from a bottle with trembling hands.
"Say." The extremely calm voice frightened the people in the room.
"Report, Sir. Miss Lala fainted. The doctor was handling-" the voice of the female guard's maid, cut off, aware of the situation. A ball of fear rolled down his throat, his words becoming a froth could not be resolved.
Prangs!!
Glass glasses landed violently clashing. The glass window in the front shattered into crumbs.
The seat rotates 180 degrees, once the hand moves into the drawer and the gun moves in the air, floating in constant swing.
Dor's! The door!
Gedebag!
The forehead of a servant was translucent, and fell with blood.
The noise under the shoes treads the tile, regularly. Stopped in front of the corpse, which was glaring blankly. Once the motion ...the shooter twisted, mocked, with hard shoes and twisted on the face of the metal-scented corpse, the shooter's nose twitched still glared sharply forward.
The newly-exploded gun was slammed into the face of another waiter who had come with the body. The waiter just looked down unblinkingly receiving a loud dings pistol leaving a pink trail on his nose and cheeks making the trembling even more so.
The clattering of shoes regularly passes through a semi-darkly enclosed room.
Tubs!
The little rabbit fell in front of his shoes with a face like seeing a ghost.
The man gave his hand and the little rabbit grew pale.
Lala froze. Watch men with black tattoos to the ends of fingers. The white shirt was hanging without a button.
A smile with a killing aura was sculpted on the face with dark blonde hair.
"Come," the sound is very low and heavy, offering relief.
Lala hung her hand and swung into the air. Hypnotized because of the vastness and not the charm but the aura of darkness and wild beasts implied so clearly.
Following a big step, Lala's hand trembled in the confinement of a tattooed hand, her hand becoming like a baby's hand.
Everyone was trembling, Lala caught their expression getting carried away by the whirlpool of horror all the way through the stairs.
Now Lala was frozen in a room with wide glass windows, on both sides.
All the servants left nodding and retreated slowly. Door creaking closed.
"Help." The man ruled, threatening. Lala doesn't understand what, where and how to 'help'
"Take off my clothes."
Lala's body trembled as the man who didn't know who it was pulled the gun out of her pants pocket and slammed roughly into the bed.
"Repeating twice?" The man raised an eyebrow, with a twitching nose spreading a growl.
The situation left Lala unable to fight back, finding a psychopathic aura billowing out throughout the room, and the blood on the black shoes imprinted along the floor.
The man advanced as if swallowing Lala's growing guts.
Petite outstretched hands trembled with fear, trying to free a tight shirt that sniffed, passing briceps muscles with axe and snake tattoos. Lala creeps.
"Fearful?"
The crazy man in front of him continued to stare, as if by that bare his pajamas.
Lala nodded trembling, who would not be afraid of facing such a bear.
The tattooed hand grabbed the shirt in hand and hung it on Lala's shoulder. Then put Lala's hand on the green buckle.
Shaking strongly, Lala shook her head strongly. His tongue stuck to his mouth, he could not answer. Only clear crystals sliding and passing through the cheeks cannot be brake
"OPEN." The man glared and braked.
The trembling tiny hand worked as fast as lightning. The buckle had been freed, Lala was holding the clasp with her head pulsing, unable to deal with the pressure anymore."Please," her words suffocated.
Put buckles on the floor. Lala frees up two shoes leaving musk-scented socks. Lala's tiny hands were now stained like blood, she believed the smell of copper and sticky. Lala trembled to notice something thick in white mixed with blood between the thumb and forefinger clasps, she did not know what. However, he believed it was part of the human body.
Lala fell backwards with goosebumps throwing something chewy that stuck to mock her fear.
The big leg swung down in the middle of Lala's chest. "Delivery."
As if knowing Lala freed both socks.
"Come, Bit*ch,"
Lala's eyes were transfixed with blood on her hands and she shook her head with a hiccup.
The hp ring echoed from somewhere in the jeans. Lala looked up timidly at the man who entered and pulled out a folding phone.
The man looked at me as if something was shaking.
The man spoke in a foreign language, snorted and growled, swearing violently and leaving the petrified Lala.
The door closed, the swearing echoed from outside.
Lala's eyes turned sharp, sweeping through the room, she hurriedly grabbed the bedsheet behind her.
Half ran in silence afraid to cause a commotion. Pass through the glass door. Tying bed linen on the fence and sticking it down.
His brain was dead, he saw the grass below. Without regulating the breath that always feels choked. Trying to climb, over the iron fence. Hands held strong between the fencing gaps. The knuckles were whitened, the bulging muscles were holding the weight of his body.
Grimacing and hanging, throwing feet and flanking bed linen. Slump in handle bed sheet. HOTTEST. Lala glared as the person from the first floor learned of her actions, they then stood in shock.
Lala's gaze turned sharply downwards, within seconds of bending her knees.
Brak, feet jerking grass. His body slightly bounced upwards. Then toppled, body rolled, irregular. Within seconds of stopping, Lala quickly gathered consciousness.
The sound of gunfire echoed in the air.She sat forcing awareness. His last hope, as fast as he could. Running like it was the end of his life.
The dried leaves crackled under the plain feet.
Mind wrestling.
Vino Vino, run.
Shots echoing. Lala darted away from the old house, into the forest.
Not knowing where, Lala felt very far away, shots began to distance.
He looked back not finding any signs of people chasing. While Lala was out of breath, she grabbed the tree behind her.
BLANK.
Darting, Lala was pulled back, her back was smashed. The body rolled over, the crackling of the leaves of the twig, the earth spun, something hit so on his stomach. Suddenly his sight darkened.
Faint bird chirping. Lala squinted. The rustling of the wind and the sound of people kept him awake.
Looking at the dark day, the,
"Agh." Lala tilted her head and held a stiff neck that was difficult to move. The whole body feels stiff. Lala grimaced intending to grope her stomach but blocked a large tree that covered the entire stomach.Lala tried to lie on his back with the rest of his energy.
Lala pulled the pajamas, bent the neck so sore, forced a look. His purple stomach bruised so wide and sore.
He could not get up to sit, tears escaped. Now I don't know what to do, staring at the sky turning dark gray.
Night don't come quickly.
Should his body be locked on the ground without being able to move, he regretted not eating breakfast.
The voice of the people was getting so obvious, Lala screamed in her heart.
God help!!!! God!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
He peered at the origin of the sound from above where he fell, they might find a mark of his fall. He froze, feeling so moist the ground beneath him, staring at Nanar in the sky.
I'm not a bad person, why did this happen to me and my family.
Cold tears flowing from the corners of the cheeks give rise to itching. Moving the hand is also very weak.
If those people look up here maybe they'll catch him. And that crazy psycho could be more ruthless, a crazy psycho that's even more terrifying than the psychopath he's ever met.
THE TEST.. THE TEST..
