For Sale My Stepfather

Chapter 07

The next morning, there was a scream of pain from Dea in his room. Alex mercilessly hits him with his belt because he is caught lying, because he suspects Diana and Dea must be working together to trick him.

It turned out that his suspicions were correct after seeing a hidden cctv in his room, because not many know if he put a hidden cctv in his private room.

Plaque!

Plaque!

Dea looked so in pain, as she felt several blows.

“Ampun, Sir. Forgive me,” said Dea who looked weak lying on the floor.

His shoulders were turning blue from the blow.

“Feel, you've dared to play around with me! I've paid you dearly, Your own father offered you to me!” he grumbled at Dea for daring to trick her.

“Bring him to the car!” his orders to his men and passed away leaving them.

“Tell the others, Diana's brackets and no one dares to feed her and drink before I ask her!” he said without looking.

“Iya sir,” sahut them.

Dea, who seemed unable to stand, needed two people to take her out of the room to get to the car.

With a very upset feeling, Alex stepped quickly towards his car.

While Diana is currently in her room, is feeling pain all over her body due to a hard blow by Alex using her belt.

In the car, Dea rests on the shoulder of the chair. I don't know where Alex took him, and he doesn't even know if he can survive the torture and suffering he's going through right now.

Inside the car was so quiet, still with his frustration at Dea. Alex sits in front with the driver, while Dea sits alone in the back without a bodyguard.

“Free I paid you very expensive!” alex was still furious with Dea.

Dea was silent and resigned. Because Alex has always insulted him and humbled himself.

“Speaking, stupid! Is your mouth no longer able to speak?!” jolt Alex.

“What do I answer, Sir? Didn't my father sell me to you. So, what should I say.” With a weak voice.

Alex grinned.

“Good if you are self-conscious, do not dare to make plans that will endanger yourself again! I won't hesitate to torture you!” threaten Alex again.

Dea was silent again.

When the car stops at a red light, Alex rests on the shoulder of the chair while playing with his cell phone. Dea could only stare out the window, watching cars and motorcycles waiting for the green light to come on.

“Are any of you out there willing to help me?” dea asked only inwardly, looking out there at the person who was so free to breathe air.

There was a guitar nearby and a man singing in front of Alex's glass door.

“Ck ... Give them money! I even got dizzy hearing their voices!” said Alex clucked annoyed at the busker.

The driver nodded, then opened the car's glass door.

When the glass door was lowered, the Dea Netra met each other with the busker. Dea seemed to hint that if he asked for help, the busker would still throw a smile at him.

After receiving the money, the glass door was closed again.

Seeing the green light is on, the car is ready to run again.

Czechs ....

The door is opened by Dea and the chance to run from Alex's car, he is almost hit by another motorist. Luckily the car had stepped on the brake, making the road become jammed because of Dea.

“Damn it, he's escaped. Stop the car and catch him!” alex shouted at the driver.

The driver first pulled over his car, especially the streets were quite crowded.

“Stupid! Didn't you lock the door?!” his jolt to the driver and his men.

After pulling the car over, the two of them went out and looked for where Dea had gone.

He went around the streets, but did not find Dea.

“Damn it, where did it go? So fast!” objurgation.

While Dea ran without using footwear, even the clothes he used also look shapeless again because of Alex's blow to him this morning. The bruised shoulders are clearly visible, because Dea's body is so white and smooth.

Because it was far enough to run, making Dea exhausted. Feeling that he was safe, he sat on the ground with an irregular down-and-down breath.

The man took her under the bridge, and hid there.

“Be quiet, you are safe here,” the man whispered.

Dea recognizes the man, who is the busker who sings in front of Alex's car.

“What do you see? Look, they're after you,” he said pointing to Alex who turned out to be where he sat before.

Dea rounded his eyes, if there is no busker maybe at this time he will definitely be arrested again by Alex and his men again.

The busker saw that Dea's smooth white back was full of bruises, he did not want to ask can be sure if the woman in front of him is currently experiencing violence.

“What is She Your Husband?” ask the waiter curious.

Dea quickly shook her head, still staring from a distance at Alex who was still looking for her.

“Then?” ask again.

Dea looked at the man who was still carrying the small guitar for a moment, then looked back to the front.

“I'm on sale,”.

The busker rounded his eyes, it is still unexpected that in this day and age there are still selling women.

“Why don't you ask for help, or report to the police. Your family isn't looking for you?” the question again made Dea a little upset.

“Thank you for helping me, I have to go. Looks like they have also left,” said Dea to say goodbye.

The guard wanted to hold him, but what he was had no rights at all.

Dea rushed straight from hiding, where she should step. There's no way he's going back home, just like surrendering to Alex he thought.

Until night Dea stepped without direction and purpose. He walked down the middle sidewalk of the crowded vehicle passing by, while folding both hands because of a little cold especially with clothes that are quite minimal.

“Where is beautiful?” asked a few men as he was crossing the road quite quiet.

Dea ignored them, he continued his steps.

“Hey, how arrogant. Brother between ya,” proposes the man is still trying to tease Dea.

Dea quickly shook her head.

“Come pretty.” The man pulls Dea's hand by forcing her to come with him.

It made Dea very furious and directly slapped the man's cheek.

Plaque!

“How dare you slap me! Do you know who you're dealing with?!” the man gripped Dea's shoulder.

He raised his hand to slap back, but someone held his hand.

Dea, who initially closed her eyes in fear, now opened her eyelids because she felt the man never slapped her.

“Do not be rude to women,” said the man to the thug who was about to slap Dea earlier.

Dea was surprised to see the busker following her.

“Who are you? How dare to interfere in my affairs!” his jolt released his hand violently from the hand of the busker.

“I'm just an ordinary busker and this take just don't bother this woman, she is my friend,” he said lying while handing over some money sheet results he sang on the streets earlier.

“Well dong,” said the thug looked calm after receiving the money.

The busker pulled Dea's hand to hurry away from the place, looking for a taxi to return home.

“You helped me again,” Dea said softly after being in a taxi.

“We'll talk at home later,”.

“We're home? I don't want to go home!” dea quickly shook her head.

“We went home to my house,” added the busker, he caught a frightened face when he heard he was going home.

The officer suspected that something must be wrong with the woman he had just met.

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