Love's Mr. Arrogants

Suffering Begins

"Young Master, they've come, sir," a bodyguard told Edzar.

Edzar nodded slowly, with his flat face that looked so arrogant and cold. Slowly both feet long he swings, stepping away towards the porch of the house. Get ready to see the crazy son of a bitch he's been waiting for since night.

"Report mister, Gerald's arrest and his sister's over" said a bodyguard who had just stepped down from a black car, right in the courtyard of the house.

　

Edzar frowned in wonder, feeling that there was something strange about what he had just heard. "What's? … Her sister?"

"Yes, sir, the suspect Gerald was about to flee the city with his sister, but we caught both of them, sir."

Edzar frowned more and more. "Where is he?"

　

The bodyguard directed Edzar to come with him, then opened the car door, and showed Clara lying unconscious in the car seat.

　

One of Edzar's eyebrows was raised upwards, staring in wonder. "Female sister?" edzar murmured in his heart. A cynical smile full of intent was clearly on his lips. Not sure what this man was thinking, but not arbitrarily, Edzar smiled, if there was no other purpose.

　

"Good!” said slowly. Then look at one of the guards standing next to him. “Put him into the dungeon," Edzar ordered, turning around, going into his lavish palace. The guards

whistle, then immediately take Gerald and Clara to the dungeon. According to the request of his master.

***

Splashing water from the roof ceiling, dripping wet Clara's face. His body felt so sore and stiff. Slowly Clara opened her heavy eyes. His head still felt so dizzy, as if there was a black shadow spinning above his head. Sometimes he opened his eyes and closed them again. He groaned, enduring the pain that was increasingly centered at the end of his head. Until finally, he just remembered the Gerald—kaknya, and he was immediately surprised to open his eyes wide.

　

"Sister Gerald," he said in a voice that sounded so raucous and weak.

　

The water splashes still wet his face. Now, he was also completely conscious. Clara immediately woke up, sweeping her eyes around the room.

　

Observing every corner of the room, which he had never seen before. "Where am I?" he murmured while looking at the ceiling of the room, which only had an ash brick wall, and iron bars lined up neatly

himself.

“Iron testing?” his inner. He realized that he was now in a holding cell. But the atmosphere of this cell is so quiet and quiet, like. Clara immediately stood up, and as she was about to swing her legs, there felt a hard, circular object at her right ankle. And sure enough, when he turned his gaze down, a foot handcuff with a long chain that connected to the WC room, had already locked next to his foot.

　

"What is this, why am I here? Why are my legs handcuffed like this?" clara said so panicked.

His eyes looked back to the front there, it turned out there were two other prisoner cells, the same size, which measured 3x4 meters per cell. But the prison cell was empty.

　

"Please...." Shouted Clara, as loud as possible.

　

"Please, is anyone here?" Clara screamed for help. However, as if he did not get any response from around, he stopped his screams, because his throat was dry and sore, making him have to swallow his saliva many times, so strongly.

　

Suddenly a voice of someone called out his name. So slow, barely even audible.

"Clara.” A man's voice sounded from the side of his cell.

“Who is it?” ask Clara, pull over to the side of the cell.

Kevin had just woken up when he heard his sister's scream. “Clara, it's me, your brother,” Gerald replied so softly.

　

"Sister Gerald? Where's Brother Gerald?" call him to look around.

　

"Clara, Brother is next to you, next to your cell, we are blocked by the wall, Cla,” Gerald replied quietly, taking his hand out from behind the bars. And waving.

　

Clara was so surprised, when she found a wave of hands from her brother. He immediately clasped his brother's hand.

　

"Sister are you okay, aren't you?" clara asked, with teary eyes. Clasping tightly to the fingers of Gerald's hand, which looks dirty and slightly blue due to the fight at that time.

　

　

Gerald momentarily coughed, while enduring the pain in his abdomen. "Uhuk, uhuk, Brother is fine, Cla," replied Gerald in a voice so raucous and weak.

　

　

"Sister, where are we? Why are we in this holding cell?" clara asked, shedding tears that she could not stand. However, as much as possible he spoke like a normal person who did not cry.

　

Gerald swept his eyes around, his beautiful eyes, really looking very tired. "I don't know where we are either, Cla," Gerald replied so heavily. His heart felt so bitter, even the tightness that exuded violently in his chest, making him have to regulate his breath as best as possible.

Painful and disappointed in himself, the more he regretted everything, because for the time being Clara had to participate in the same suffering with him. He felt that he was not a good brother to Clara.  He should be able to give happiness to his sister instead of giving endless suffering and wounds.

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