Psycopath (Close)
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...My plan will fail....
...*****...
I put on my clothes quickly immediately lying on my comfortable bed.
I'm not sleepy. Just wait until 1pm.
Wanna what?. Of course play.
When the clock was pointing at the number 1, that night I came out of the room. Then enter Zara's room with a spare key.
On the bed, I saw a lump of body lying with a blanket covered up to the neck. His breathing is regular. With a light, silent step I approached the headboard.
She's very pretty. Even sleeping with my mouth open is still beautiful. In the middle of my daydream, a shadow crossed me.
Remembering I will be the figure of Zoya the traitor. Turns out Zoya's husband was the one who made my idol commit suicide. Corrupt the company's money until it goes bankrupt.
I grinned, stroking Zara's soft chubby cheeks.
Stupid andrey. You killed yourself to cover your identity, to keep your wife's child safe. Then his stupid wife threw herself into a tiger cage.
Well although I have to admit, her acting is very good. He was able to cover up his hatred for the past 2 years. But he's stupid too. Yes he was stupid, proof he died.
That means he's stupid. And give me a pretty girl.
Beautiful girl very pretty. Remembering that I will be the heart I love. The figure that has gone.
"sorry baby, you have to endure what Lilith felt first. What your father did to Lilith you're gonna feel. You'd even think dying was better!" my mumbling is still stroking his face.
Zara squirmed, her face moving towards my palm that was stroking. Zara tried to find comfort from my warm hands.
I pulled my hand quickly, then stood staring at that innocent face. Lilith used to be like this when she was broken by your father. Innocent and helpless. Exactly like yourself.
When you think about dying, then I won't let you die. Maybe dying is too easy for you. I want you to suffer and suffer.
I will reply to you many times what Lilith felt first.
I kissed her lips for a second. Gentle, because I don't want to build it up and make it all out of control.
Because I'm also sure I wouldn't be able to hold back if he woke up with his innocent face.
I have to get out before he wakes up.
She was?. Not Zara. But something was behind my clothes
I locked Zara's room door. Just like before I entered. For a moment I stared at the bone-white door, with the nameplate emblazoned on it. Zara emerelda's. Then below him there is a dream ceacher or an antidote to dreams.
I smiled wryly.
Maybe all this time your nightmares only briefly and then change with your beautiful dreams. Soon I'll replace your sweet dreams with nightmares. Even to close your eyes you're not capable.
Soon I'll be back in the room. Lying on her back looking at the sky of the room. The time is almost here.
What am I gonna do?. Maybe I'll fight her, enjoy her a few times, torture her like a cow. After that I will auction her on illegal Websites, I will make her a rented woman with cheap prices or peddle her body on the client as a thank you for keja sama for free. Or so the office entertainer woman and whoever is the best man on the job will get a sleep bonus with her. Well only 1 time 6 months but at least there are 30 divisions plus ob and security to 32 people. She'll really be the most cheesy woman. Haha...
All ideas are brilliant. What if I do everything?. He'll be more of a cheap word but more of a disgusting one.
When she can't be a comfort woman, I'll torture her. Speaking of torture, actually Zara has been tortured several times. He was even in bad condition.
Well, a couple of times. When I'm in a bad mood. It often happened when he was 7 to 13 years old. Only minor physical torments such as belts and small mashups are actually used by BDSM addicts. The master or dominant. But at least her skin was blisters.
Then I stopped torturing her for a few months, maybe almost a year or so, I went back to tormenting her.
Before he was 16 years old. Between the ages of 13-16 years he was tortured 2 times to be exhausted until entering the hospital.
And I'm confused.
...I don't know who started it, which is clear he exists....
...-akatsuki...
Flash back yes .
Rain still always flushed the ground, soaked it, then left a spot on the ground. This morning, the smell of rain was more dominant to the room of a girl sitting on the edge of an open window.
"iya bik" the girl. Zara, get up from her seat and walk towards the door.
"morning uncle!" said little Zara sitting not far from her uncle. Ascas.
Aska just remained silent not responding in the slightest. He looks pissed.
"uncle are you okay?" little Zara asked, looking at the uncle's eyes.
Aska did not answer and chose to leave. The roar of the car was heard leaving the grounds.
Zara was a little saddened by her uncle's sometimes very tense and scary attitude for girls her age.7.
Zara came home from her school and arrived home around 16:30. Though his usual Zara will arrive at home 1 hour before.
Zara is late coming home for helping her friend do a task she doesn't understand.
Although sitting in the 2nd grade of elementary school Zara has often helped her friends learn. And this was the first time he was late for helping his friend.
Zara sat on the sofa watching television after changing her uniform to her home outfit. He laughed at the funny action spongebob who seemed stupid.
Brakes..
The sound of the door being opened violently seized Zara's attention, she turned to the door and found Aska standing with red eyes. He is in angry mode.
Unable to speak, Aska had already dragged Zara towards her room. Aska Room. Just slammed Zara's tiny body onto the floor.
"who told you to come home late?.
" Today you have no extracurricular schedule.!
Ah..
" It's smart to defy?!" snapped Aska with a tone of anger and full of hatred..
Zara could see the hatred in Aska's eyes, she didn't know why. Sometimes those eyes stare at her warmly sometimes full of hatred and anger.
A belt perched on Zara's tiny thigh. Leaving a reddish mark due to the whip from the belt that had been looped around the waist of the uncle.
"disgust!" lirih Aska when she saw Zara who held back tears.
Once again, the belt floated on Zara's body, again and again. Zara was unable to hold back her crying. In vain, her shed tears slid down her cheeks.
"forgive uncle!" isak Zara as her belt floated back to her left arm.
"Akhh.sick uncle hiks.." eight times the belt touched Zara's body.
As the ninth one floated up, someone hugged a helpless petite body.
"enough sir, Zara was a child. You can kill him!" yells her maid protect Zara's body.
Aska awoke from her actions. He left the house before he lost control. His plan would fall apart if the girl died. Fortunately the maid arrived quickly.
The maid was one of the butlers at the Aska's parents' dimension, she had been taking care of Aska since she was 5 years old. That's why the maid dared to stop Aska.
This was the true function of the maid he needed. Protecting Zara from her rampage.
On the other hand Zara was still sobbing. Resisting pain and pain throughout his body when treated.
"big sister, did uncle hate Zara? Zara naughty huh bik?" the little girl asked sadly.
"no really, the young master is tired, so easy emotions. It's already sleeping." the maid laid Zara's body and covered her with a blanket.
"but bik...."
"already, my aunt knows yes, the young master is very sorry for miss. It's just that he doesn't know how to reveal it." the maid explained wiping Zara's head.
Zara smiled, innocently accepting the maid's expression.
Uncle loves me. From now on I won't hate my uncle even if he hits me. _Nearly Zara smiled proudly.
It was Zara's first experience of being tormented by Aska. After that, there were still many instances of torture committed by Aska until he almost took Zara's life.
TB
