Mom's Not a Prostitute

Wishing Only Dreams

I grimaced. I don't know which part is sick. Body and heart pain at the same time.

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The tiredness of the body wrapped in fatigue made me sprawl. But, I forced myself to go to the kitchen to prepare food for Tiara. Tears do not shed anymore, but my pair of eyeballs are still glazed. Somehow I have to face this harsh reality. I must act, not be silent. Even though I still don't know what to do. It makes my head feel heavy.

Until late at night Daeng Hasan had not returned home. Maybe it's better not to go home first. I still don't know how to behave in front of him after all the betrayal he's committed. I can't sleep at all. My feelings are uncertain. I wasn't ready to see Daeng Hasan appear in front of me, although on the other hand I needed to talk immediately, resolving this extremely torturous matter.

All this time I have been devoted to Daeng Hasan, fulfilling all my obligations as a wife. I never thought he would hurt me this sadistic. Pretending to be sick for me to replace him with work, I might still be able to take it. But not to sleep with another woman.

Around three in the morning, someone banged on the door. I'm aghast. It must be Daeng Hasan, I thought. I quickly moved forward. Two large men stood at the door I had just opened. Their faces grinned strangely. I haven't let them go, they're coming in later. One dragged me, the other closed the door and locked it. Not yet had time to shout, the man who dragged me had already smothered my mouth. He kept dragging me into the room.

"Your husband lost the gamble, and he made you a bet. He gave you up for us to enjoy." The long-haired man spoke with glaring eyes. His hands are getting stronger gripping my arms.

It turns out that not only is cheating, but Daeng Hasan is also gambling. In fact, as if he had no feelings, he even made me a betting item. I wish this was all a dream. How can God carry all these burdens at the same time?

"You choose to serve us well, or force us to be rude?" That man in the skin freed me. Not a word had been said yet, the other man even brandished a knife on the body of Tiara who was sleeping soundly.

"Once you scream, your son's life is gone" he said, as a bolt of lightning struck my eardrum.

The boy beside me was already boiling, he could not delay any more. He immediately grabbed me by the trunk of my neck and then stuck out my tongue and touched my lips. I immediately became nauseous. Disgustedly. I nodded and pushed her face away from me. The man watching Tiara lowered his knife so close to my little daughter's chest. The knife glittered in the light of the lamp. I shudder.

"Don't!" my peek.

The gondrong man who had just taken off his clothes and left only my underwear lifted my body and threw it on the bed. It hit me straight away, overrunning my body. So ferocious it hit my neck and chest. The next second, I was ready. My insignificant strength will certainly not excel against him. Moreover, the man watching Tiara kept moving his knife. A mother was raped next to her toddler son. What a heartbreaking sight. Hope Tiara doesn't wake up. He was too innocent to see all this.

After the gondrong man reached the top, he alternated with his friend. They exchanged positions. Until the second man of delicacy shook my crotch, I still wish all this was just a dream. After this I will wake up to welcome the morning sun that is always cheerful as usual.

Serving two demons rendered me helpless. Just crying it feels like it is not capable. After putting on their own clothes, they left me like trash. They smile triumphantly.

I moved a little, reaching for my negligee that was slung over the edge of the bed. I covered my pitiful looking body. They devoured it without remainder. I shifted a little more, approaching Tiara. After making sure he wasn't hurt in the least, I peeked at his forehead. Tears were dripping again, soaking my daughter's forehead more deeply in her sleep. May your destiny not be this terrible, boy!

A few moments later, Daeng Hasan came home. He dropped down next to me, then clutched in from behind. His hand immediately squeezed the breast and was so wildly poking my neck. His breath stinks of alcohol. After not feeling guilty with all his attitude, now he even asked to be served. I'm really sick of it. I nudged him hard and then tried to get up. Quickly his hand grabbed and pulled me back into the bed. He quickly overcame me. Both of his thighs locked onto my movements. My resistance ended after her burly hand slapped my cheek violently. Instantly my jaw was throbbing. He treated me more harshly than the two men. Not only did he get there, he then fucked me through *****. They really treat me like an animal. I grimaced. I don't know which part is sick. Body and heart pain at the same time.

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