Modernization of Queen

Victims and Perpetrators

Footsteps are accelerated until finally the eyes first until and immediately patterned to see what happened there. Indeed war and shouting are heard but unfortunately victims and perpetrators are inversely proportional now with expectations like social media.

"What happened....."

"Practice from the material I teach. How, like?" The two simultaneously looked towards Tania who was smiling very happy to see the war that occurred.

There was no talk, other than the sound of pain and strides running at high speed. "You remember your question Rola?" But the one being questioned still tried to blink his eyes a few times as a special flush landed in his eyes.

"The meat you're talking about and the methods.... This is what it means. Spice now!"

"Good queen!"

"You are the meat!" For some reason the gaze and speech of the queen who is usually soft and sweet and full of laughter that he saw turned creepy and sharp making goosebumps.

"You!"

"So your attitude is king, you said that right? I repeat it well. Now you're my prisoner, cousin." Vanriel is behind Dion somehow without knowing it.

"You think I'll talk?" The training and process experienced by Dion certainly did not make himself afraid even though he had become a prisoner. Because in his own eyes his men played like meat as taught by Tania.

"Who said that? I know how to get answers without making you talk."

"DOLT!"

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Various styles have been done, but did not make the eye want to rest. Now he chose to walk casually waiting for the arrival he was waiting for with eyes pampered by the fish that became his pet.

But the one asked did not answer, he just remained silent with his chest not rumbling and a bead that was so piercing with a stroke that made the scarred face chuckle.

"Are you angry? You wanna talk? But before that... I remind you again, you will stay here and give me your best performance. No one will come and open the door for you, who do you hope for? Your family? Or your king? Hmm?" Before long he laughed loudly mocking the pain and condition of the people who were in confinement.

"Don't dream! Put your hands down or....." As the lash was preparing to be aired, a message made itself stop.

"Report golden... They've arrived." A smile instantly replaced the peaking annoyance and he gave one of the fish.

"You see? They arrived and there were no rescuers here. I'll come back and take care of you." His legs returned to the room he usually used for meetings.

The room was quite large compared to the previous one immediately showed a neat row dressed in black with black hoods covering the faces of its users.

"Finally you came too, I've been waiting since. How's it?" Golden approached one who was in front of the others and not until everyone nodded at the same time.

"I thought you were the best! Especially you, my best son." The pat on the shoulder landed and made the head turn to the pat.

"Let's go..." A hug was meant to be given but it turned out...

"I didn't expect to get a welcome in the place of the thief who took my village's nature."

"You guys!"

Seriate.....

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