My husband's a real man

Bloody Tragedy

My Husband's a Real Man #82

By Sept

Rate 18+

A thread of sweat had already filled Irna's frightened forehead. He didn't know, maybe this was the end of his life.

"You've crossed the line, Irna."

"Ram .. Please don't do this. You can't hurt me, can you?" asked Irna with a face full of panic.

"Ciihih!"

Rama smiled blandly, then reached out his hand. Giving a small bottle of poison to Irna.

"Would I force it or drink it myself?"

Irna stared in disbelief, "Ram!"

"Drink this!"

Pyarrr

Irna brushed off Rama's hand. Make it fall and throw it on the floor. It broke and could no longer be used.

Rama just smiled cynically, then walked into the closet. He opened the top drawer, then took something from inside.

"Do you want it this way?" bargain Rama while wiping the tip of a sharp knife like a scalpel belonging to a doctor.

I'm panicking with Irna. The woman inched, crawling away from Rama.

"Where are you running?"

Rama was able to catch Irna's leg easily, as the woman was already limp. All over her body trembled at Rama's true nature, Irna was in disbelief.

"Mr ..."

"Don't say my name again!" jolt the man. His voice echoed, making Irna's heart tremble and shriek even more.

"You know Irna .. I haven't killed anyone in years."

The woman could only cover her mouth with her hands. His eyes reddened as Rama began to brandish the tip of the knife towards him.

Jrusss

Rama grinned.

Irna was crying while closing her eyes, her body was shaking violently again. He thought he was dead. When he opened his eyes, Rama looked at him.

A white mouse next becomes the victim of the psychopath.

Rama chopped up, chopping the rats that had squeaked for help. Horrified, Irna turned her face away.

"I've warned you before, so bear the consequences."

Irna just cried in silence. This is the first time I've ever feared a man like Rama.

Looking at Irna's wet cheeks, Rama reached out his hand. A depleted hand was used to finish off the experimental mice inside his secret room.

"You scared?" rama asked with a small smile.

"You'd be more afraid, if you knew what my past was like, Irna."

"And .. maybe you'll run away after I'll tell you all."

Rama kept talking to himself while playing his sharp knife. No matter to Irna who was already scared to death.

While Rama was focusing on the knife, Irna glanced to the side. There's a small beam. Not strong enough to use a weapon. But, the billiards worn hitting may be quite painful. When Rama was busy talking to himself, Irna tried to reach the beam. With a quick movement, he grabbed the thing.

Irna strengthened her heart, and tried to stand up.

Bugh

Bugh

Bugh

In a fit of rage she beat her own husband. Rama threatens and makes him die of fear. Upset and angry, Irna hit while blindly.

"Gee!"

Rama stood up straight and caught the beam.

Bruakkk

After seizing the beam, Rama immediately threw it far away.

"How dare you!!!!"

Irna immediately turned around, she ran in any direction. He just wanted to avoid the pursuit of Rama. The room became very chaotic, not when the two men were chasing each other like PAUD boys.

Upset that Irna's running was very agile, Rama immediately walked away. The man headed for the big closet near the rat basket.

"Get out!" rama who lost track.

He walked along the closet lined with mess. Then open every door.

"Get out!" rama shouted again.

Irna shut her mouth, she hid in an empty closet.

Bruakkk

Rama kicked anything that blocked his steps. The man looked for Irna with a standby attitude, in his hand there was already a weapon that stayed pulling the trigger.

Irna can see from reproach, how Rama brandished weapons in any direction.

He could not help his nervousness and fear. Especially when Rama's steps are getting closer.

Sure you'll die if you stay there. So, when Rama was in front of the closet where he was hiding. Irna opened the closet door hard. Rama fell down.

"Damell!" rama felt pain in his back.

While Irna, she continued to run and run. Up to the end of the room and there was nowhere to hide.

"Where else to go?"

Irna looked around, then picked up the bottles on the table and threw them towards Rama. One hit, injured the man's temple.

Rama hissed, then shot upwards in anger. Not yet when he ends Irna, he will torture Irna slowly. Rama was not aware, the shot just now made the lights on him sway. In a little bit, the big lamp will fall.

Irna gulped, glancing upwards.

PYARRR

It fell and broke, strewn across the cold floor. Rama, his eyes were wide. He stared in disbelief. Before it hit his head. Irna had pushed her body down and away from the danger. Away from the dangers he himself created.

What about Irna? Decorative lights and all the fallen pretels, even about Irna. The woman collapsed with her back bleeding. Seriate.