Legionaries

Prologues

09 July 2018

At 23:14

GEMULAI lenggok Rani swung like a model. The red dress she wore, revealing her beautiful curves. His high heels tapped on the floor of room 1503. Knock-by-knock sank with a slow pause, accompanying the retreat of Erwin Hartanto, the boss of leading cigarette manufacturers, PT. Djanggo. The woman's eyes stared intently at Erwin, undaunted by the big name of the tobacco clerk. His tiered legs continued to swing in strides, urging the businessman and leading the middle-aged man towards the hotel room bed.

Erwin's calf that was packed with fat trembled with every foot of his foot on the floor. The fattened businessman continued to step back, while the look in his eyes was shackled by the coziness of the beautiful creature that moved towards him. The charming paras, as well as his mischievous gesture, had apparently been tricked into snapping his eyes. Erwin was too careless to let his fat legs stretch unattended.

Erwin's step back is getting stuck. As a result, his calf mound broke the edge of the bed, and made him lose his balance. In an instant, his body was stranded and BUMM! A low-scale earthquake occurs in the terrain. The fatty sash in Erwin's stomach instantly shook. Along with the reaction of the spring bed. As his passion comes surging. Along with his racing heart.

The waves that hit the bed grew more turbulent as Rani's knees began to taste her springs. The woman's body crept like a Komodo dragon who was targeting prey. His tongue poked out, sweeping his sensual lips. While Erwin, the thick-bodied prey, rolled in the supine position. The man grew even more helpless as Rani jumped at him. The woman landed her pelvis bone on Erwin's thigh, locking the conglomerate in the dominatrix position.

As if he felt he had conquered his prey, Rani acted increasingly violent. Passionately, the woman attacked Erwin with a number of wild kisses that led to the conglomerate's lips, face, and earlobes. Instantly, the fragrance scented Erwin's nasal feathers. Peach blossoms combined with the exotica of amber flowers, Signorina Mysteriosa Eau de Parfum, masterpiece of French manufacturer, Salvatore Ferragamo.

"Om ready?" rani whispered, right in Erwin's earlobe. The stocky nodded clumsily, as if it had given up on submission.

The woman lowered the zipper of the dress on her back. Erwin who was impatiently waiting also began to act awkwardly. The man who was known to be clayy and tactical by his business rivals was as if he lost his aura. His peaking passion was no longer unstoppable. His self-defense is really fragile, not awake as it should be. In such moments, danger begins to threaten without realizing it.

Erwin suddenly gasps when a pair of trident suddenly appears from the back of Rani's dress. At that moment, Erwin's passion evaporated, driven away by the panic that came. The cigarette entrepreneur grew increasingly panicked as the tips of the trident slid towards him. Relying on the shock reaction, Erwin's right hand tried to fend off, but the trident rate remained inevitable despite only being able to hole his right hand. The three-eyed metal melted smoothly on the conglomerate's right arm.

Kontan, Erwin screeched and tried to rebel. His knee reacted by hitting Rani's hip to make the woman bounce out of nowhere. Infuriated by panic, Erwin tried to pull away from the struggle. His body rolled around to plop down. Shortly after, the floor of room 1503 thumped over the thick body of the conglomerate who tried to save himself.

On the surface of the floor, Erwin tried to paddle his body towards the bedroom door. Trouble the fat man moved around, imitating the movements of a snake. Unfortunately, the effort did not pay off much. The distance that stretches to the door of the room is impossible to reach in a short time. There was no way he could get out of this room safely. However, as he began to be overshadowed by despair, suddenly a knocking sound came from the direction of the room door.

"Good night, Father. Can I get you the order?" The friendly voice of a man suddenly sounded from outside the room door. As if he felt a little bit of fresh air, Erwin did not want to waste the opportunity. The angel of help has arrived, he thought. "TOLOONG! TOLOOONG!! I WANT TO BE KILLED!!"

While the knock on the door was getting louder, Erwin still tried to reach the door of the room. "YAROSHENY!"

Miraculously, Erwin's last howl apparently managed to make the room door open, without an access card or emergency key. Meanwhile, right at the doorway, the helper angel appeared. From the concierge uniform he wore, anyone would immediately suspect that the figure of the man was a hotel officer. The man's hand seemed to be pushing a trolley car. A bottle of wine and two empty tapered glasses line up on a device commonly used to transport ordered food.

"Please, Mom! Someone's gonna kill me!" The curious hotel attendant immediately parked his trolley at the end of the room, closed the door, and immediately combed the entire room, but the search results were nil.

"Take me out of the room, ma'am." Erwin asked the man.

A moment later, the tail of Erwin's eyes glanced at a bottle of wine that was loosened on the order trolley. At that moment, next to his eyebrows shot up. He just realized a strange. Who ordered the wine, he asked in his heart. However, his suspicions have not yet developed, he again found a strange sight from the face of the hotel attendant. The man's face was no longer friendly, but instead turned cold. "Father Erwin Hartanto, there's a shipment for you."

Erwin was again aghast as the hotel attendant's man pulled out his uniform and pulled out a machete out of nowhere. The sharp-brimmed metal shot out at high speed and hit his neck. The conglomerate was unable to react quickly to avoid it.

Fresh blood gushed from the left side of Erwin's neck. The cigarette staggered as well. However, before the collapse, a knee swing hit his spine causing a 'crack' sound'. Erwin's breath was choked. His body slammed in two rounds before falling flat on the carpet of the 1503 room floor.

Erwin's heart rippled as he recognized the figure that had just broken his spine. Rani, the call girl, is back. The woman crouched to her right with a snow-cold look.

Seeing the body of the tycoon helpless, Rani, the red dress, slowly got up and approached the hotel attendant. The two figures of the noise in room 1503 this time stood side by side. Slowly, the sharp-eyed metals that were within their grasp were lifted back up. Within seconds, the metals were sliding simultaneously. Fat deposits in Erwin's stomach became the main target. Along with Erwin's moaning voice that jolted the silence, a deep red colored liquid scattered. Not enough with just one attack, the metals were again lifted and immediately Erwin's body that was no longer struggling was forced to accept a series of attacks. Thus, the scene resembles a red fountain on the floor of room 1503

"After this, I'm going home." In between the movements of stabbing and chopping the body of his victims, Rani said. Although a bit shrewd, his voice sounded a bit heavy like he was contracting a flu.

"Please don't do that now. We just made up yesterday. Besides, cook I have to take care of this corpse myself?" The hotel man retaliated while continuing to shake his machete at the conglomerate's body, which began to lose its original shape.

"You received this job.” The Reds are blessed. “You are responsible."

The woman finally stopped her hand activity. His beautiful parasites remained cold, although this time mixed with a sour look restrained the anger. Meanwhile, the hotel man - who also stopped his machete slash - immediately sighed. "alright. No problem. Besides, I'm used to the same thing." With a smile, the man grabbed Rani by the hand and meant to kiss the back of her palm. However, Rani tugged at his hand and made the man smell only wishful thinking.

The hotel attendant's men can only swallow a smile and surrender when they see Rani - or whoever the woman's real name is - moving away through the balcony door. Within seconds, the Red vanished into the darkness. Watching that, the man's face suddenly wry. Long breaths re-stretched through his flat nostrils. Shortly after, he began rolling up his uniform arm covered in blood and internal organ fragments. While picking up some parts of the victim's body that were cut into pieces, he cleared his throat lightly as if to prepare to take a tone.

"I won't forget.. the way..."

From the darkness outside the balcony, there was the sound of Jascha Richter, lead singer of Michael Learns To Rock, with local wisdom.

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