Melody From Pshycopaths

A Beginning

Guitar and piano are two things that are very identical to him. Singers, producers and songwriters are familiar to him. The world knows the reputation of this handsome man. Each quote from him is something that can lead you into his fantasy.

The music along with the songs he creates is like magic that will make anyone who listens to him will be swept away in his world. However, who would have thought if every verse he sang was a disaster. Every song is a death. Every time he sang his songs. Then, prepare!

Slowly but surely the song will be the introduction to your death. The song is soul-seater. His music is the drops of blood in your life. He is an angel of death to you.

Greg Rangley - The perfect prince who is often told in fairy tales. The handsome prince with a prestige attached within him. However, behind her sweet face, she was dangerous. Mysterious, one word that can be described from his cold attitude. No one knows who he really is no one understands what he looks like.

you're like a game.

So play well, because I can't guarantee your life in peace.

"Stop!!! Please, whoever stopped the song" The blonde girl kept screaming while covering her ears. He looks frustrated in the mysterious dark room that is currently in his place. The smell of carnation gushed thick, various pieces of human body neatly lined up on the shelves there, as if it was a precious display.

The girl who was actually beautiful, cried sobbing, looking so messed up. His hands and feet were locked on a cement stone.

Soon the door opened. The girl stiffened, she was silent. He knew who was coming, the way he opened the door slowly, the sound of his shoes was dramatic. The girl held her breath against her fear of someone who had locked her up in that terrible place.

"This was only the beginning, when you dared to fight me then, you also dared to take risks from me" The voice from the stern silhouette in front of the door broke the silence.

"Take me off" The girl said as she continued to shed her tears.

"No" The short answer ignited the little girl's emotions.

"Brengs*k, what kind of man do you dare to torture a girl?"

"You know? It's a girl like you who deserves to be tormented" Greg stepped closer and closer to the girl who blurted disrespectful words at him.

The girl's body trembled as Greg's cold hand touched his chin, guiding the girl's face to look at him.

"I'm not scared, really. No matter how you torture me, I'll never be afraid"

Greg smiled disdainfully. She clearly knew the girl's voice was shaking, showing her fear.

"I will free you from this place. The waiter will take you to where you belong" Greg stood up and put his foot out of the room.

...***...

This was the beginning of my life's destruction. I keep shedding tears. Cowering to myself in that room. After I was released from his terrible prison, I was taken into a room that I thought was very luxurious.

rooms are shades of white and milk chocolate, next to the bed there is a nightstand and sleeping lights arranged in such a way. In this room there is also a television attached to the wall. Simple and elegant. Not far from the bed, there are also some stairs that turned out to be connected to the bathroom and walk in closet which already contains women's clothing and accessories.

Where did the man get this stuff? Or is this room his girlfriend's? I play by myself with my mind.

"Good night dear" I sipped my saliva with great difficulty, I recognized the baritone's voice. Right now, I just finished cleaning myself up, standing in the middle of a walk in closet. Just a towel wrapped around my body.

"Would you come here? Go!" I snapped when I realized he was starting to get closer to me.

"This is my home, I'm free to do anything here. I'm the one in charge of this house" answered the man I know by name Greg Rangley, the musician the world loves so much. His angelic face was truly deceiving, brengs*k man how could it possibly gain such vast power?

"Please, get out of here" I'm really in a state of fear right now. He kept coming towards me, until I hit one of the cabinets in this room and along with it, he pulled away the towel covering my body his only one.

The man, showing his evil grin, looked at me as if he wanted to pounce on me alive. I was afraid, I was thinking about what bad thing would happen next, or what bad thing would happen to me?

...***...

"Aaaaa, stop" The little girl kept crying under my cage. I've been burning with passion, completely ignoring his words. I continued my actions until I reached the top in it.

I lay beside him, watching him curl up with his body wrapped in a blanket behind me. I understand, his life has been destroyed, I know that I have taken away the precious rights in his life.

But, seeing a girl crying because of me, I found her for the first time. I'm used to girls handing themselves over easily to me, and it's all because of money. Cih, that's disgusting.

"Shut up" I said coldly, staring at the ceiling of this room.

"You're mean, cruel. Is this how you treat a woman? You don't even appreciate a woman. What kind of girl do you think I am?"

"You're absolutely right. To me, women are trash. To me, all women are jal*ng, and to appreciate you? Do you need me to appreciate how much a sweet girl? Wasn't it in vain that I brought you here? Tell me, how much do you want!" Answer grins.

"Bajing man*an, why don't you just kill me?"

How dare he say such a word to me?

"You want me to kill you? All right, I'll grant you your request, baby. Comehere!" I pulled her hair back, dragged this girl into the bathroom, drowned her head in the bath up that was already filled with water.

Her body movements revolted, then I pulled her from the bath up. With the rest of her strength, this girl continued to rebel, trying to escape from me? Cih, just useless. His energy will only run out and cannot produce any results.

His face was deathly pale, his lips trembling shivering, like staggered, dizzy? But he still wants to get away from me. I pushed him until he fell under the shower. His sobs were getting clearer and clearer. I approached her again, clutching her arm with a cold gaze typical of me.

"You think I'm gonna play around with my words? Didn't you ask to be killed yourself?" I'm sarcastic.

"You are ib-devil" he answered. I raised my eyebrows next door. I'm demons?

"I'm the god of death" I said.

"You're evil, get me out of this hell"

Cih, it's still possible for this girl to survive. He thought, who is being faced?

World famous musician?

or the boss of the night club?

"Hell? This is your place, even if you have to die then, only in this place do you die" I replied coldly, his arms began to turn red with the grip of my hand.

"Just kill me now, I won't be able to do it here. I swear to you, you won't get a girl from anywhere, even if it's a jal*ng"

PLAQUES

I slapped him, not hard. Just a warning to him.

"Your death will surely come but, slowly" He just kept silent, saying nothing. I felt his body relax, the longer it grew helpless, slowly, he closed his eyes. She's fainted.

I grinned, ended up carrying her, took the girl to my bedroom and changed her clothes there. I ordered the waiter to call the doctor, to check on her condition.

"Sir, this is information about the girl" that's my personal friend, Cheston's name. The only person who knows the dark side of Greg Alexander. The man gave me a file in a blue envelope.

"Hm" I said, followed by a nod from Cheston before the man left my study.

"Aleycia Delwyn, Netherlands June 20, 1995. He is the son of Dejuan Delwyn and Martha Delwyn. Like a familiar name"

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Not finished I remembered the Delwyn couple, the sound of knocking on the door diverted my attention

"Instead" I shouted.

Cclek

The sound of the door opening, showing the figure of the doctor of the Alexander family.

"She is just exhausted master, it's good if the girl rests first for some time, don't forget about her diet. Maybe tomorrow it's better" said the doctor, I just nodded in understanding and shook my hand beside my head. It indicates that he has to leave.

"Excuse me sir" he said, I just nodded my head in response.

After that, I walked towards my room, looking at the girl I just knew named Aleycia Delwyn. She looked so exhausted, her innocent face reminded me of the first meeting at the club that night.