Melody From Pshycopaths

Flashback On Part 1

The world musician was entered into his club, one of the famous clubs in New York. As usual, if there is free time he will come alone to control the situation there. If possible, the time is up by jobs everywhere then, he will only receive email reports.

At that time, all employees bowed respectfully to him, seductresses competing to show the beauty and the beauty of their bodies. However, Greg's eyes were only on a girl he had never seen before. Being in Pantry pouring vodca for his customers.

The girl with long blonde hair that let her unravel, the girl was wearing a waiters uniform at her club.

New valet. Think Greg Alexander.

The girl only lowered her head a glance then, resumed her work. As usual with the presence of Greg who incidentally is his superior.

Greg frowned, waiting for the girl to turn his head and looked down respectfully at him like any other servant. However, his judgment was wrong. The girl saw him come back bravely. There was no fear in his eyes.

Does he not know who I am? Think Greg.

"I want the girl" he muttered softly to a waiters who were nearby, of course, staring intently at the brown-eyed girl there.

The waiters followed his master's line of sight. His eyes widened after he knew who his master wanted. Because, he never played with a girl or woman let alone a club waitress.

"But, he's the servant of the master" explained the servant.

"I don't care, have him meet me upstairs. I'm waiting for him NOW" said Greg, stressing a word at the end of his sentence and then going to the room reserved for him at the club.

Lucky for the girl, to be able to spend her night with Mr. Greg when, in fact, she is the new servant here. If only I could wait, I would have been very excited, dressed up pretty for my great master, and become Alexander's mistress. Thought the waiter with a step towards the pantry.

...***...

I stiffened when I heard that I was waiting for Mr. Greg.

No. gabe.

What does he mean by Greg Alexander? The proud owner of this club?

Hah, of course, Greg where else if not him? Only he was capable of influencing the world with his reputation and myriad of achievements. My mind keeps on talking to itself.

I'll get ready, change my uniform. Because my work hours are running out.

I met him simply, wearing a bone-white t-shirt with hair that I had braided, a little messy.

But I know I'm a sweet girl.

"What's your name?"

It was the voice of Greg Alexander. I actually felt a cold aura from him, so cold that my body felt stiff.

"Aleycia Delwyn" I answered briefly.

"By my company tonight, I'll pay you whatever you want"

I widened my eyes to hear his words. Not very polite.

"Sorry sir, I..."

"I'm used to getting what I want" Selanya in the middle of my sentence. Does he have good ethics or not?

So this is what a musician looks like? Does he feel that all women will be subject to him?

"Then I was the first to reject you" This time I looked at him seriously. What should I be afraid of from such a brash man?

I don't care even if he looks at me cold, sharp as an eagle's eye.

"Looks like you need a little sweet girl lesson" He stood up from his seat, pulling me forcibly into his arms.

Of course I immediately resisted, really all this time no man had dared to touch me. I kept trying to push the chest of his field that I knew would actually be worth it. But what's wrong with trying?

"Don't be a holy-ass girl in front of me" she said coldly.

"Let go of me bajing*n" My words came out sliding just like that.

Honestly, I'm starting to get scared. And in my fear, I tried to find a way to escape from it. The man grabbed me with one hand, while the other hand grabbed my chin, forcibly raised my face, and violently scooped my lips.

I kept clenching my lips, trying not to give any room there. However, for a long time I could not breathe properly, my lower lip was bitten by it. I felt the smell of blood in my mouth.

She took my first kiss.

I started shedding tears. While in the midst of her roughness, I did the same thing, biting her lips hard to the point of bleeding. At that time he also took off the pagutan as well as his embrace from me. Touching her bloody lips while looking at me grew sharper.

I immediately ran away, stupidly I ran more and more into this room. I looked at him in fear, he kept coming towards me.

"J-Don't come any closer" I shouted.

My heart was beating so fast, scared, panicked, all into one.

"Why, baby?"

He was getting closer slowly, a very good intimidating way. I'm looking for anything I can use to be my weapon against him.

There's nothing.

Just a thick book lying on the nightstand. All right, let's do it.

Bugs

Exactly, in his head. He growled furiously, finding his head bleeding from the book I threw.

I don't care, this is my chance to run as fast as possible. Get out of this godforsaken place.

Hosh

Hosh

My breaths wheezing. I was already on a deserted street, my steps started to weaken. Until I realized that I was far away from my place. I looked around me, there was no one I met.

"I'm tired" I'm sitting limp by the side of the road hugging my lutuku, I think I've survived the madman.

Suddenly I remembered everything that had just happened. I cried in silence, my heart trembled in fear when I remembered that.

Pock

I flinched when I felt my shoulder being patted by someone.

Wh who? Thought.

I glanced down, from the end of my eyes I saw black men's pantofel shoes, I gulped my saliva rough before following his groove up.

Everything was black even his face was covered by a mask and sunglasses.

Then I don't remember anything.