Don't Want to Be Pathetic: NIGHT BUTTERFLIES
Section 81
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Someone knocked hard on the door as Ira was about to come out to return to where she was sitting.
"Yes?" the answer opened the door to see Mama Tati with a tall, thin man about 36 years old looking at her coldly.
"She wants to see you" said Mama Tati unceremoniously gesturing the man to enter, then she left.
"It's my turn now, isn't it?" she said smilingly scolding her made Ira sigh heavily, her body filled with tattoos and the stinging smell of alcohol as the man slowly approached.
"Do you have to be that clear?" Ira was offended.
"Maybe now I'm the one who I know, but tomorrow I have to be the first one to sleep the same lo," without feeling guilty about what he said sitting next to the bed.
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The phone Ira was holding fell when the man pulled his hand hard.
He directly overstressed his body lying on the bed, "Suut!" he said when Ira opened her mouth to speak.
Without the slightest bit of tenderness, she forcefully opened her short dress. Squeezing her breasts so hard that the pain Ira was feeling right now, she had never experienced it because breasts were a valuable investment of her body, she said, she took good care of him so her status as a woman who slept with some men was the most disputable due to her still toned breasts.
"It hurts!" said Ira growling and trying to release both of the man's clutches on his chest.
Not enough with the squeeze, now the man toyed with as he pleased.
"Deliver!" Ira pushed her body so hard that she fell down, replexed into wearing clothes to cover her half-naked body.
"Gue paid to enjoy your cheap body" he said getting up and standing in front of Ira.
"This whole thing you treat me like it? keep until you kill them for that high price?" she snapped trembling with fear, there would be no helper here so she walked slowly closer to the window with the cutter blade there, if anything happens Ira may be ready to do anything as a form of defense for himself.
So does the drunk man whose consciousness is out of control slowly approach Ira and corner her against the window.
"You should be lucky because I didn't spit on that broken body, disgusting!"
The insults Ira heard for the first time, it felt broken, it was hard to hold her smile.
"Get out right now, I'm turning over the money you've been loving to Mama Tati," he's not done talking about the man clutching Ira's neck.
"Lo needs money that I love, don't be so expensive women who can choose who you sleep with, whore!" he said sticking one hand together made Ira feel pain.
"Only a kere man like you treats a prostitute at will, khek!" the curse that made the man increasingly strangled him, as powerful as Ira withstood the pain and tightness that he now felt.
"Lo deserves to be mistreated at any moment" the angry look at the smile swirled with fear that Ira felt was getting smolder, the damned man was probably a psychopath who was always rude.
"Son, I gotta get away, there's no way I'm gonna die at the hands of this asshole guy, you dog!" Ira nodded, slowly grabbing one of her right hands at the cutter knife she kept next to the window.
Even if the predator takes off his grip, he has injured his physical and inner self, Ira fears that if he softens and they connect he will ask for something more beyond his sanity brain.
The raging thoughts and growing claustrophobicity became frustrating when the knife he had stored beside the window was not there.
"Damn! where's the knife?" his inner.
Ira tried to leave even though one leg was now held hard by the man, "Gue kill you bitch, you know" he said.
"Deliver!"
The tears that Ira was trying to endure escaped from hiding, and the growing fear made her panic.
It feels like wailing for help, but it's free. The damn place was playing loud music that echoed all over the room.
Time and again Ira let out a long sigh clearing her mind to think, she once saw the man still holding the two eggs with one hand.
"The cutter!" in his mind when he found the knife was on the dressing table beside the bed.
"Bastardly assholes!"
Not yet on the dresser, "You want what lo jal*ng?" said the man grabbed Ira's hair hard. The squeeze he felt became more and more when he felt a great dizziness in the head.
A cold chill began to wet his trembling body, as it was deliberately drowned in the bathtub it felt like the body did not have the strength to resist but resigned was not the current desire.
"Please and serve me now! or I force it," he said right in front of Ira, one hand touching the soft face that now does not look fresh. A frightened, wet roar from tears that now flowed profusely, and lips swelled up because the woman had bitten her in the midst of panic.
"Of course!" while trying to remove his hair from the grasp of the crazy man as a diversion for one hand that was fingering a knife.
"Lo still this haughty? haha prostitution base*r cheesy!" pushing up to fall, he undressed and when he was about to overlap Ira's body the two stared at each other and fell silent.
The heart beats faster, it feels like blood stops instantly and then flows back.
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Ira throws away the blood-soaked cutter, clasps her own blood-stained hand and pushes the man away.
He sat down while holding his stomach that had been slashed by the cutter, blood flowing covering his tattoo as if giving color to the black rose.
"Damn it!" he said he was trying to get close to Ira.
As strong as Ira stood up despite the sudden feeling of paralyzed feet and heavy to step, he brought a cell phone and took the key of the room lying in the corner of the room.
Repeatedly staring at the man who was covering his stomach with a shirt, now there were blood spots everywhere, not just the bed but the clothes, the floor, and the floor, cellphones and even the door Ira was trying to open contained blood from her hand.
"Gue kill you per*k!" the man shouted softly withstanding the pain, instead of trying to take the cutter back, he opened his phone and called someone. Ira had to go out and immediately ask for help in this matter, otherwise she could have been killed without the knowledge of Mama Tati or the others.
"Can!" his inner self felt that hope was coming soon, Ira quickly opened the door and left the room. He accidentally doesn't lock it so the man can get out and get help, Ira knows there's a lot of blood wasted there, but the possibility of dying would not be possible because he was just cutting it and after all the people who worked for him would definitely move quickly to help his master immediately.
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"Sister? sister Dina?" repeatedly banging on the door while looking around and staring at his room afraid something happened, whether the man's death or he could survive and come out and death approached Ira.
"Lo why?" suddenly Dina frantically opened the door to find Ira in a mess and her hands covered in blood.
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