QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)
BASIC CRAZY!
"Aaaarrrggghhh!"
"Basic j*lang fucker!!"
Plaque!
Brachon slapped Queena's cheek with all his might, after the woman had bitten Brachon's.
Brachon had already come down from the bed and confirmed his pants. The man then turned to look with anger at Queena who was just silent, after Brachon's hard slap earlier.
"Hhhhh!" Brachon smiled cynically, before the man pulled out his phone and appeared to call someone.
"Bring now to Queen's room!" Brachon's orders are to know who's on the other end of the phone.
But, what did Brachon ask to bring to Queena's room?
Various questions immediately filled Queena's mind. But the woman with all her might held back her facial expression and pretended not to be curious.
Not long after, the door of the room was knocked from outside. Brachon stepped quickly towards the door to open the door and pick up something the man had ordered from outside the room.
But how surprised Queena, when the woman saw Brachon who had returned to the room, with a tall slender woman. The woman stared cynically at Queena, before then wrapping her arms around Brachon's neck passionately.
"Why keep an ugly woman like that, Brach?" Ask the woman Brachon brought to the point. Of course Queena immediately understood the ugly woman referred to by the reddish-haired woman.
Yes, it is Queena!
Queena reflex threw a fierce gaze at the flirtatious woman who was still struggling on the Brachon.
"What's looking at me like that?" The flirtatious woman's sigh, before her lips were cupped by Brachon, and then dir*mas with a slight roughness.
"You're here to do your job, Joice!" Brachon's hiss was sharp, before then the man pushed roughly Joice's body until it fell onto the sofa. Brachon loosened his trouser belt again, then approached Joice who was smiling seductively towards Brachon.
And for whatever!
Queena really doesn't want to see what Joice and Brachon are really going to do.
Queena hurriedly turned her face and threw her gaze anywhere, as long as it was not towards Brachon Ley and also the cheap woman who was now with him.
"Just a second!" Brachon, who had caught a glimpse of Joice's lips, suddenly rose to his feet again, then approached Queena's bed. Queena's expression was still the same. Between being angry, upset, and maybe wanting to push Brachon into the middle of the ocean right now.
"You've got to watch this good show, Queen!" Brachon cupped Queena's face with one hand
"Keep your hands off my face!" Queena's hiss was sharp without the slightest sense of trepidation.
"Why is that, huh?"
"Why? Do you feel beautiful and perfect now?" Brachon snapped Queena back and now the two people were staring at each other fiercely.
"I've got a little interesting idea, Queen!" Brachon suddenly changed into a sneaky smile at Queena. The man removed his hand from Queena's face, then approached one of the tables in Queena's room. Brachon opens the table with a password, then when the drawer opens....
Brachon smiled wryly and took a few knives from inside the drawer.
"You're gonna take out that ugly woman right now, Brach?" Ask Joice who immediately got a sharp delicacy from Brachon.
I don't know what the hell's going on with that psychopathic guy named Brachon Ley!
"I'm just-"
"I don't like you asking questions like that!" Brachon snapped off Joice's sentence and the woman instantly kept silent a thousand languages.
Brachon himself had brought the knives in his hand earlier in the direction of Queena.
"I want you to use the biggest knife, then cut my neck to pieces!" Said Queena while glancing at Brachon.
"You mean this one?" Brachon showed me one of the biggest knives he had.
Queena swallowed the saliva for a moment, before the woman finally agreed. Queena is desperate now, and if this is the only way that Queena can escape from Brachon and not be a toy of this psychopathic man again, then Queena will just resign.
"Sorry, Barley. Sorry, Good Mas." Queena muttered in the heart.
The coldness of the knife is very much felt by Queena, when Brachon swiped it directly on some parts of the skin Queena.
"Should I say this thing where, Queen?" Brachon asked again while swiping the knife over Queena's stomach.
"Why not just in the neck? Or in the chest right in front of the heart," Queena replied as she held her breath
"On the chest?" Brachon moved the knife to Queena's chest or rather to the mound on the woman's chest.
"You mean over here?" Right at the top of Queena's mound, Brachon swiped the shiny blade, causing a strange sensation and rumble that possessed every marrow of Queena's blood.
Nah!
Queena has to endure it and Queena is very unwilling to get excited in front of this cruel and crazy man named Brachon Ley!
"Like this!" Brachon still continued to swipe the knife earlier and seemed to deliberately provoke Queena who had turned her face. Queena squirmed slightly and the woman had already started biting her lips.
Damn it!
"You look passionate, Queen!" Ejek Brachon who instantly made Queena screeched arrogantly.
"Absolutely not!" Queena replied.
"Oh, huh?" Brachon sped up his knife movement at the top of Queena's chest, until finally the woman was seen beginning to fidget and intensely squirm. Brachon, of course, immediately laughed with satisfaction at Queena's reaction.
"Nakedown...."
"You...."
"Ley!" Queena gasps at Brachon, whose laughter is now increasingly heard blaring.
"You need an impingement now, Queen?" Brachon asked in a mocking tone as usual.
"No!" Queena replied, barking at Brachon.
"Oh, okay! I'm also lazy to do it with you tonight!" Brachon had changed into a cynical smile at Queena who seemed to ignore Brachon.
"Stop throwing away your face from now on, Queena!" Brachon again took the knives on the nightstand, then, heartlessly, Brachon stuck the knives on the mattress, right next to Queena's face and head. Now Queena's face seems locked and can only look to the left, where there is a sofa where Joice sits.
"Try to turn a little, or change the position of your head a little!"
"This sharp knife will instantly scratch your face, then you will die slowly from blood loss." Brachon cupped Queena's chin and rubbed it with a rough swab.
"Or if I'm being kind, then you'll end up on the operating table again, and then...." Brachon stared cunningly at Queena as if reminding Queena of the pain of Queena for several months lying in the hospital due to recovery surgery on her face.
Yes, it hurts once and for all of Queena's life not to want to repeat it.
"What do you really want, Ley?" Queena's fizzling with emotion.
"My mother?" Brachon got up from the bed, then went back to Joice who was still waiting for him on the sofa.
"My intention is to give you an interesting show and spectacle!" Brachon pulled Joice's body from the couch, then the man took a seat on the sofa and opened his pants. Joice who was like a very experienced, immediately cupped Brachon's without hesitation, and devoured him passionately.
Basic crazy!
And the scene that happened next, really had to make Queena close her eyes repeatedly. But unfortunately, the moaning that came out from the mouths of Brachon and Joice, really made Queena go crazy.
Why did Queena have to experience all these terrible things?
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