My sister's obsession with me
Part 1's
Thriller's in Ig amandaferina6
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The fire raged and engulfed the magnificent building in the room. There is nowhere to run and escape from the ferocity of the fire.
Only death waits before our eyes. But even so did not make Gibran Zendra Aganta the head of the family gave up.
He seeks a way out and tries to save his wife's son who is also trapped in a fire that looks terrible.
All his efforts were put in order to survive this situation. Gibran smiled when he found a path that was not engulfed in the red sijago.
"Mary!! Be happy, I found a way out!" gibran enthusiastically led his son and wife to a safer place.
"God bless, I'm sure it's a gift from Him!" delight Mary while making praises to the Most Merciful God.
Mary was so tightly hugging the body of the child that from then on kept crying in fear. Mary's heart was so slashed, let her die first but her son was still alive.
The little round-eyed boy who had just turned 7 years old had to experience an ill-fated night after his birthday celebration.
"Quenna, we're getting out of here. Calm down, son." Maria's words were so gentle that they calmed Quenna's already terrified feelings.
Gibran carried Quenna to a place that was considered safer and had not been detected by the fire.
The middle-aged man smiled very widely and his feelings also started to be relieved to find this place. He was sure they could get out safely.
Gibran dropped his son from his carrier and hugged each other with his two loved ones to strengthen each other.
"I thank You Lord!" Maria heaved a sigh of relief and peeked at Quenna's head several times.
They leaned against the wall of the room and breathed as much as possible. The air here is still safe unlike out there filled with smoke.
"Wow! Apparently enjoying the time before dying, huh?" ask someone who has just come and throw a slanted smile.
Gibran looked up at the man. He was astonished because he was very foreign to this man, but his stature was familiar in Gibran's eyes.
Mary embraced Quenna more and more in her arms. He saw dangerous firearms in the hands of the man, of course their lives were threatened.
Mary's breath hunts down feeling the fear that gnaws her soul. His hands shook and his eyes were already spilled with clear liquid.
"You-you!! Who're you?" maria asked in a clear tone if the voice shook.
The man glanced at Maria and smirked. He looked at the little child in Mary's arms, the more the cruel smile was reflected.
"You ask? All right, I'll answer. I will kill you!! Ahhaha!"
Gibran who had been burning emotions immediately came forward and was about to punch the brash face, but he was surprised to know that his hand movements had been read. He felt his hands being thrown out mercilessly until the sound of bone cracks could be heard.
"Akhh!!"
"Take my fucking husband off!! Who are you?!!" Mary stood up and approached Gibran, who was lying helplessly on the cold tile.
"Mary!!" lirih Gibran with teary eyes.
"Darling, are you okay?"
Gibran nodded weakly, a lie is very clear evidence if the man is a reason. But he still wanted to show his stubbornness and did not look weak in front of his family.
Maria raised a fierce gaze at the insolent man. Her hands clenched and were about to attack the man who had injured her husband.
But he hasn't done it yet he's been shot in the chest. Quenna who saw the vile tragedy of the shooting before her eyes cried hysterically.
He crawled toward the body of the mother who was already helpless. While the mysterious man in his black robe was giggling.
"Huhah!! I'll send you to hell." The man opened the cape that covered his face.
Everyone there was surprised Quenna herself was no exception. Gibran was utterly distrustful of what he saw now, the one who did this heinous thing was apparently their eldest son, Viktor.
"Vi-victor?" asked Gibran did not expect the child he grew up with had done this to his parents.
An angry Gibran looked at his son and threw a hard object into Viktor's face to make a big wound there.
Viktor was surprised and stared at them, the emotions burning him even more. His killing intent was getting stronger.
"YOU!!!" angry Viktor while touching his face that was full of blood. He kicked Gibran's body that had presumptuously injured his face so hard that the person inside was suffocated.
"Son" Mary cried with a heartbreaking sobbing.
"Why? Surprised? Good, I did want to surprise you guys before I send you guys to hell!"
"This is your reply Viktor? You're willing to kill us, where's your heart?"
They were all just staring at their son who was already very different. Viktor was very dangerous, even the man was so scary.
Seeing Viktor brandishing a weapon and ready to fire the trigger makes them resigned because they do not have the ability to fight anymore.
Dorian
Dorian
The gunfire managed to kill the two people and make the little boy sitting between the bodies of his parents cry loudly, the memory of this tragedy was recorded clearly in his mind.
He saw it all, and he didn't miss it. Her brother in front of this is very dangerous and so scary.
"Bad brother!! Kaka killed mom and dad!! Hiks, Quenna is afraid of you," said Quenna and tried to run from her sister.
Viktor first captured Quenna's small body. He stared intensely at the boy who was trembling in fear, the fire started to spread to where they were.
"Quenna, now you're mine, forever only mine." Viktor laughed mysteriously and looked at Quenna the little boy in his carriage meaningfully.
The man kissed Quenna's lips at a glance, while Quenna did not understand anything, she just stared at the brother fearfully.
Viktor takes Quenna out of the fire. Not long the pole that became the foundation of this building fell and fell on the bodies of his parents.
"You!!" I'm a girl who just got a sewing needle.
He blew out his blood-thinning hand and rubbed the blood onto his shirt. Several times I heard from the woman.
He was pensive as he looked at the glass in front of him which showed a beautiful view outside that he had never even touched.
The memory of a few years ago was more precisely 11 years ago when he had just turned 7 but the gift he received was really not forgotten until now.
Tragedy that made him really can not be separated from the trauma, even they did not care about him who until now was still afraid.
The brutal murder continues to haunt Quenna until she turns 18. Poor little girl had to be imprisoned in a big house like a palace but it was very scary.
His face was so charming every man who looked at him. The woman with the snow-soft parachute can bewitch every man.
He was therefore locked up for many years in this golden cage. Never at all has Quenna looked at the beauty of the outside world, her beauty has become a disaster for her.
"I miss you guys, I'd love to see you guys, I'm tired. Everything really hurts. There's no point in me living if my life story just ends like this" said Quenna, who was deeply saddened to mourn her meaningless self.
Viktor's cruelty makes his life crumble, he is not allowed to go to school and enjoy his youth like a teenager his age.
He is banned and commemorated with a threat, even the breakup committed Viktor has made his life shattered into pieces.
There was nothing more to be proud of him, he was so dirty and the man was relaxing in his seat of greatness never caring about the lives of others he hurt.
Quenna smiled wryly and moved out of her chair. He only did sewing activities to get rid of his boredom, sewing has become his hobby
The woman was walking in no direction, her mood was gone. He wanted to sleep relaxing his throbbing head.
Quenna's feeble steps had to come to a standstill when she saw the towering man before her eyes. Part of the man's face was covered by a mask, he never knew what this man looked like now.
Nervousness invaded Quenna's feelings, he automatically walked backwards avoiding Viktor.
"You!! You don't miss me? I just got back from Switzerland and is this your welcome after I haven't seen you in two months?"
Quenna had no intention of answering. He was not even happy if the man returned. He wished Viktor never came home. A brother who really has no heart.
Quenna neutralized her feelings and looked for a way to escape this man. His movements read and he was immediately slapped very hard.
Quenna looked at Viktor with teary eyes, her hands clenched at Viktor's insolent nature. His cheeks were sore because of the man's slap.
"Sister," cried Quenna who really did not expect. Viktor is completely changed, the man is not like himself Quenna knows, there is a demon inside Viktor.
"You want to get away from me, sweetie? Just do it if you can. I swear I won't let you!" angry Viktor while pulling Quenna's body tightly towards a room.
"So let go!!! What do you want me to do?" Quenna tried to keep the grip of the man's hand away from his hand.
But it seemed like it was only a hope, the proof was now that he was taken by the man to his room. Quenna shook her head in fear knowing what Viktor was going to do.
"So please forgive me!! Don't punish me brother!! I know I was wrong. I'm sorry, brother!!"
Looks like Quenna's speech just became wind then in Viktor's ear. The heartless man took out his whip and smacked the thing into Quenna's fragile body.
"It's your fault Quenna, if you act sweet and greet me with a smile, maybe you'll be safe!"
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"Akhh!!" shouted Quenna whose body was hit hard with a whip.
Several times the rough object hit his body leaving a scar behind Quenna's body.
Quenna was already helpless to accept the torture. He nodded with a loud breath.
Viktor throws his whip and grabs Quenna's weak body. He took off Quenna's clothes until he had left his underwear.
Viktor grabbed the ointment and applied it to Quenna's body. He treated with a taletan of wounds he made himself on the beautiful body of Quenna.
He kissed Quenna on the back and whispered in her ear.
"Be a sweet child so that I don't do this again to you!!"
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Tbc
QUENNA
VICTOR
