QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)

MENACE

Queena was still silent, as a maid pushed Queena's wheelchair into a luxurious mansion that was like a palace. But of course for Queena this is not a palace!

This is a prison!

"Do I need to hurt Good and Barley too so that you can be a submissive Queen to me?"

The threat from Brachon reverberated in Queena's mind. I don't know how much information Brachon knows about Queena and her family. One thing is for sure, the Queena family is currently in danger, as perhaps Brachon is keeping a close eye on them.

"Welcome!" Said Vincent who slightly jolted the Queena reverie. The expression on the face of a man who was either a brother or a member of Brachon was too annoying.

Yes, Vincent was indeed eleven twelve with Brachon. Maybe they are brothers!

Queena slightly circulated her gaze to look for Brachon's whereabouts. There ain't!

"Who's looking, Queen? Brachon?" Vincent asked guesses who immediately made Queena curse in the heart. How did Vincent know?

But Queena did not answer a word and the woman only had a flat expression.

Yes, it seems Queena does not need to waste energy to vent his emotions again on Vincent and Brachon. It was better for Queena to keep her energy well to plan an escape. Queena will be looking for as much info as possible about the mansion before she plans an escape.

"Brachon has prepared a wonderful room for you, Queen!" Vincent said next while opening a pair of solid doors in front of Queena.

"Please!" Said Vincent again along with the Queena Rida chair that had been pushed into the room. Queena immediately circulated her gaze to the room that seemed different from the last room where Queena was held captive, then tortured by Brachon, who was tortured by her, queena ended up in the hospital and struggled with all the pain in her face and body.

Brachon motherfucker!

"What date is it now, Vin?" Queena asked who was really curious, how long had she been kidnapped and held captive by Brachon Ley. Queena felt that there were too many nights that she had gone through in pain some time ago.

"The thirteenth of November." Vincent replied that for a moment immediately made Queena stunned.

"November Thirteen?" Queena muttered in disbelief.

The last time Queena left home was the twentyth of July. That meant....

It's been almost four months since Queena left Barley.

"What's wrong?"

"Shocked? Feeling surprised? Little shock?" Vincent laughed mockingly at Queena who was still silent and her face was already enough to describe her mood. Yes, Queena is in shock and in disbelief!

"You lying?" Queena finally opened her voice and stared intently at Vincent.

"Absolutely not!"

"You can see for yourself, Queen!" Vincent shows his watch which does show the date today.

Thirteen months eleven!

"But just yesterday I left home!" Queena restored her hair with both hands, as she grimaced and felt something strange with her face. Queena felt her facial lines bordering directly with her hair. Like there's stitches....

Queena then circulated her gaze around the room as if she was looking for something. The woman even got up from her wheelchair and walked on both legs, although she was still a little restrained.

Yes, four months lying without getting up let alone walking makes Queena a little stiff to move her legs.

What has Brachon done to Queena in those four months?

Queena still circled her gaze to every corner of the room, but the woman did not find the one thing she was currently looking for.

Isn't it usually in every room, it's always there?

Then why in this big and luxurious room there is not even one?

"What are you looking for, Queen?" Vincent asked who saw Queena pacing around like a confused person.

"Glass!" Queena replied still while circulating her gaze. One by one the queena closet was open, but there was no glass in it.

"Why isn't there glass in this room?" Queena asked again who was now staring intently at Vincent.

"It's not my fault!" Vincent raised both of his hands while smiling cynically.

"Brachon prohibits maids from putting glass or anything that can reflect your shadow in this room" said Vincent again who immediately made Queena think hard.

"Why indeed? I want to see my face!" Queena snapped at Vincent.

"Your face is no longer dull, though it still looks a little terrible today." Vincent laughed out loud.

"But this doctor said it won't be long and it may be only two weeks. After that..." Vincent swapped both shoulders together with Queena who felt his right cheek and left cheek.

Queena's recollection of Brachon's actions four months ago. As the man sadistically slashed Queena's cheeks.

There was no way that the wound had left no marks, because Queena could feel the deepening of Brachon's incision back then!

Then why now....

Chequek!

The sound of the room door being opened from outside made Queena flinch and quickly turned to see who was coming.

Yeah!

That cold and cruel man again!

Queena shouldn't have looked.

"What are you doing here, Vin?" Brachon asked as he stared intently at Vincent.

"Take Queen to her room. Wasn't that"

"Get out!" Brachon's orders to Vincent were firm.

"All right!"

"Who will linger with that ugly woman!" Gerrutu Vincent came out of Queena's room. And now again only Brachon and Queena stay in the room.

"Have you become a submissive Queen now?" Brachon asked as he approached Queena who hurriedly avoided the man.

"Still selling expensive!" Brachon murmured next with a cynical tone.

"Do I need Barley's cheek-sayat-"

"What do you really want, Ley?" Queena snapped while staring intently at Brachon.

"I'm already here! Being a toy or whatever you call it!"

"So stop bothering my son and husband! They don't know anything!" Queena was still staring intently and full of anger at Brachon.

"You haven't done your job, Queen!" Brachon said with his outstretched hand to grab Queena's chin.

"Then what do you want?" Queena's fury held in her heart that really felt like exploding.

"Open your clothes!" Brachon's word immediately made Queena look at the man.

"You remember the deal, right? You're following all of my will here and I'm not going to harass Barley, good."

"Briel the Cattle,"

"Mami Friska."

"Or your two favorite sisters, Kean and Lean-"

"You son of a bitch, Ley!" Maki Queena is upset that it turns out that Brachon is investigating the origins of Queena down to the roots.

"Just do it!" Snap Brachon sharp.

Queena let out a rough breath, then her hand moved to unbutton the blouse she was wearing. If Queena does this in front of Good, of course Queena will not mind. But this is in front of a fucking guy named Brachon Ley!

"All the others!" Brachon said again after Queena finished opening the blouse she was wearing.

Of course, Brachon's request was immediately replied by Queena with a fierce gaze.

"Do it!" Brachon snapped which finally made Queena no longer struggling. The woman stripped her clothes one by one in front of Brachon who was now looking at her with a gaze that could not be explained with words.

Yeah!

Now Queena knows what it means to be a Brachon Ley toy!

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