My Dangerous Boy's

Part 85 - The Secret Room (3)

"I usually call this room a torture chamber. Wanna look around? I have a free ticket, just for you. Are you interested?" aron asked, before giving his teasing full gaze towards Zavier.

The man slightly curled his lips upwards, then threw his gaze towards Aron with a strange look. "Do you keep a cat in there?" tanyanya.

"What?" Aron's twinkling eyes spontaneously turned dark. He let out an irritated breath towards Zavier.

Why should a cat? Does this guy really like animals called 'cats'?

"No" said Aron in short. He thinks Zavier's brain was accidentally electrocuted by 5,000 watts of electricity this morning.

"Because I can vaguely smell the cat's tail here," said Zavier and raised both his shoulders unconcernedly. "You have a cat?"

Just right!?

Aron shook his head with pity. What happened to Zavier today? He thinks Zavier is missing his stray cat if only the man had a cat.

"Or don't you, you're always throwing big water in there? I had a bad smell coming out of the room, right away" Zavier added. He frowned faintly.

"Oh, jeez, Zavier! Your brain is tilted next to it. Come on, let's just go in" cried Aron who began to get upset. He sneered again, before one hand reached into a key in his pants pocket, then pointed it into the door keyhole.

"No," elak Zavier direct. He tapped his fingers for a moment. "I can't stand this bad smell."

Hearing that instantly made Aron rotate both his eyeballs with a puffiness. He cleared his throat for a moment, then moved to open the door of the room in front of him so hard that Zavier slightly jumped in shock where he stood.

Zavier's lips looked strangely curved when he saw Aron who had entered the room first. In fact, he could smell the smell of rancid that came out with great and it turned out that it all came from the room in front of him.

Damnit... Was Aron planning to kill him with this kind of blood-thin smell?

Zavier snorted for a moment, then finally his feet stepped into the stinking room. He scrunched his nose, trying not to smell a smell that was already very familiar to him.

Argh was used to the smell. However, it was just that, since he had not killed anyone for a few days, he had become a little unaccustomed.

Weirdo? Yes, Zavier is a freak.

He began to move his legs quickly, trying to follow in Aron's footsteps, even though the man had already disappeared from his perspective. Greaty! The man was very impatient.

Zavier can then hear a moan being held back from someone, making himself even more curious about what Aron is doing. However, he immediately cursed violently as he continued to meet many hallways from earlier. Even Zavier started to get dizzy with all this. Especially when he realized that the hallway was very long.

Shit! That *******! it's in the heart. How dare that man leave her alone in here.

"What's? I can't hear what you're saying."

Aron's voice rang out again and made Zavier exhale long. Okay, he's lost in this fucking hallway. The same room as Aron.

What did the man think of making a labyrinth in a room?

"Damn it!" muttered Zavier and gritted his teeth in annoyance.

"Oh yeah, a minute. My friend seems lost in the hallway."

Faintly, Aron's baritone voice was heard again. Zavier simply frowned his forehead in a dick. Cursed is Aron with this labyrinth room.

Then, there was the sound of the clattering of feet belonging to someone knocking on the floor, making Zavier unconsciously sharpen both ears. Aron must be heading towards her. Finish the man's story later if Zavier meets him.

"Zavier! Here!" squealing a voice from behind all of a sudden, made Zavier spontaneously turn his head to the origin of the sound. That fuck.

He gnashed his teeth again, before stomping his legs in annoyance and headed towards Aron who seemed to be grinning innocence. Zavier frowned slightly, then narrowed his eyes after noticing something.

Geez... Though he had passed through the hallway there, but why did he not realize that Aron was in there?

"Basic********fucking!" sumpat Zavier loudly as soon as he arrived at Aron's place. He sneered for a moment, before the man hit Aron's shoulder hard on purpose, then he walked past him just like that.

"You are the one who ********!" as Aron turned back. The man followed up hit Zavier's shoulder from the back to make the burly body slightly sideways.

"You! Fuckin' shit!" rutuk Zavier and grimaced pain, before his feet kicked both legs Aron to make the man immediately fall with his face that hit the floor.