My husband's a real man

Psychopathic Husband

My Husband's a Real Man #81

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"If I'm a fugitive, then why? Are you running away from me?" Rama looked at him with a serious face. The man is waiting for Irna's reaction.

"Look first .. what crime have you committed." Irna misbehaved, her body also felt weak. He hoped, hopefully Rama just gritted as usual.

"Kill .. I kill people" Rama replied lightly. His eyes focused on Irna.

"Lied!" tukas Irna fast. He did not want to believe Rama's words, even though Rama's face was not joking. Irna chose to shake her head and not believe.

"So you were so curious, weren't you?" Rama docked, he urged Irna. To put the woman in a cornered state.

"I don't want to hear any more of your stories, Ram!" Irna brushed off Rama's hand. He intended to get out of the workspace full of a tense aura.

Brakkkk

Rama kicked the door with his palm.

"It's not over yet, there's still a lot I want to tell you." Rama barked furiously at Irna. Wrong itself, it is forbidden still to be trabas. Irna is like digging her own grave.

"Enough, Ram. Ken must have been waiting."

Irna continued to avoid, perhaps she was afraid of facing reality. That Rama did say something.

"Don't twitch, come with me!"

Rama pulls Irna's wrist. He took his wife near a painting of his height. One press, a secret door opened. Those who do not know anything must not know the hidden door in there.

Clamps

Rama presses the switch and turns on the light, he brings Irna inside.

"Ram .. I'm going out!"

"Slow!"

"Ramm .. don't be like this. I'm so scared." Irna looked around. The situation there made him nervous. Rama will kill him in there. Nothing yet, Irna likes to be horrified.

"I guess you're a brave woman. It's not like you're not afraid of anything."

"The ram! Stop the. You really scared me."

Rama did not care about his wife's plea. He continues to bring Irna into his secret room. The dim light and cold, added a scent of fear on Irna's face.

"See all this!" Rama tells Irna to look at the small bottles on the table.

Irna's eyes were instead fixed on a crowd of white mice that squeaked in fear inside a transparent container.

"Ram ... What are the rats for?" Irna, who was too curious, always asked.

Rama also walked. Take a small bottle on the table. Then drip some liquid into the mouse drink that is in the container.

Seconds, a mouse immediately put out foam in its mouth. It immediately frightened Irna.

Rama grinned, then looked at Irna with a satisfied smile.

"You're crazy, Ram!" said Irna who was pale. He retreated, stepping further and further away from the psychopath.

"Why do you look scared? I just killed a trash!" cetus Rama is without guilt.

"Something's wrong with your brain!" yup, Irna in the midst of the fear she felt.

Rama only glanced at Irna at a glance. Then walk again to the table. He took the bottle filled with poison once again. Then I approached Irna.

"What are you doing! Don't come any closer."

Irna panicked, she tried to run. But instead he fell because his foot stumbled on something.

"Don't come any closer!" irna shouted in fear as Rama walked closer towards her. Seriate.