QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)
DAYDREAM
"A Brachon never breaks a promise, Queen!" Brachon said, staring firmly at Queena. The man had also already leaned his face and body towards Queena who was directly inching backwards.
"You didn't forget your promise just now, did you, Queen?" Brachon asked who instantly made Queena think for a while.
"Promise?" Queena mumbled slowly.
"Promise!"
"I will serve Brachon with all my heart!" Brachon said, reminding Queena who immediately stuttered.
"Of course I remember!" Queena returned Brachon's sharp gaze.
"But you should also remember that I'm still lying as a patient right now."
"I will serve you later, when I have recovered and have returned to your mansion!" Queena again reasoned.
Of course, Queena thought about what she would do when she recovered, so that she would go to the hospital again and not have to serve Brachon wholeheartedly.
Hmh!
Queena won't do it!
"Reason!" Decih Brachon stared unhappily at Queena.
"After all, isn't it your hands and not your lips!" Said Brachon again who suddenly had scooped Queena's lips and mel*matnnya roughly.
"See your promise or you don't want to see Barley again, huh?" Threatening Brachon which of course immediately makes Queena want to be angry. But Queena is also unable to dwell and Brachon's threat is an intimidation to her.
Queena finally closed her eyes, then returned Brachon's rude kiss, even though in her heart Queena was cursing and cursing this damn man.
"You still haven't done it wholeheartedly, Queen!" Brachon murmured in between his lum*tannya on Queena's lips.
Although forced to, Queena finally kept her tongue moving, and tried to compensate for Brachon's passionate movements and lashes.
It sucks!
"Good job!" Brachon's tenuousness further pressed Queena's head and deepened their pawns. Queena did not stop cursing and screaming in her heart.
"Sorry, Good!"
"I'm sorry!"
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Queen has been hospitalized for almost a week with close care from Brachon's men. The woman was standing looking out the window of her room. Currently the rain is flushing the earth, and making the glass a little opaque.
Queena raised her left hand which a few days ago was still wrapped in bandages. I don't know what kind of treatment is done by the doctor, because now the incision wound on the hand Queena is almost inevitable. Even the seams are also so neat and blend with the skin.
In the past, Queena had been injured on her index finger while cutting an apple for Barley. And at that time Queena also had two stitches because the blood did not stop flowing. It took almost a month to heal the wound. But now, there has not been a week and the incision wound so deep in Queena's wrist is barely visible.
Queena was still staring at her wrist, as the sound of the treatment room door being opened from the outside.
"Good afternoon, Miss Queen!" Greeting nurses who are routine visits to simply monitor the condition of Queena.
"Sore." Queena replied without the slightest bit of turning her gaze away from the wet and frosted glass window.
"I'll release your infusion, Miss. Today you are allowed to go home" explained the nurse who still made Queena not react apapu.
Other patients when they hear the word are already allowed to go home, may immediately cheer happily. But not for Queena.
Going home means going back to the mansion. Return to captivity and slave n*fsu Brachon. And unfortunately Queena has also promised to serve the b*jedan man with all her heart without even a single rebellion.
It seems Queena is too rash to make up her mind. But isn't everything for Queena's meeting with Barley and Mas Bagus?
Queena will do it!
Sorry, Good Mommy!
"Miss Queen!" The reprimand from the nurse instantly made Queena's daydreams crumble.
"Yes!" Queena answered, who sat down on the treatment bed, then let the nurse remove the infusion needle from her hand. Queena's eyes were still fixed on the increasingly blurry window, along with the heavy rain that flushed the earth.
"It's over, Miss!" report the nurse before the nurse finally resigned, and left Queen alone in the treatment room.
Only in Queena's treatment room alone, because outside the room there are dozens of Brachon's bodyguards ready to watch Queena not to run away.
Yeah, then what's the difference?
"Sore!" The greeting from Vincent along with the door to the room that had been reopened was simply ignored by Queena. The woman did not return Vincent's greeting.
"I brought you a change of clothes for you to wear home." Vincent put a paperbag on the Queena treatment bed.
"Then there were some notes with messages from Brachon. He's out of town and he'll be back tomorrow."
"But that doesn't mean you're off duty, because Brachon asked you to do a few things." Vincent said at length which again was only ignored by Queena.
"Yes! I'm like talking to a statue!" Grumpily Vincent before finally the man walked back towards the door.
"I'll be waiting for you in front, Queen! Should you hurry or do you still want to stay here and be a patient?" Vincent still had a snide laugh, before the man came out of the treatment room.
Queena grabbed the paperbag that Vincent had brought, then checked the contents.
There was a dress and a piece of paper there. Queena opened the paper and only read it at a glance, before the end the woman squeezed the paper and threw it again into the paperbag.
Queena closed her eyes, then took a deep breath. The woman finally went to the bathroom to change her clothes and washed her face a little. Although there is still no mirror in the bathroom of this hospital, as is the case in the Brachon mansion.
What the hell is it?
Why doesn't Queena ever find a mirror anywhere?
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[Queen's already in the mansion, Brach!] - Vincent-
Brachon played a video containing CCTV footage of Queena being seen entering the room. Brachon stared long enough at Queena who was wearing the lilac color dress, and even Brachon also repeated the video several times.
[Strict security and keep any sharp objects away from Queen's room!] - Brachon-Brachon
[Ready!] - Vincent-
Brachon had kept his phone, and the man was staring out of the car window. Staring at the sky that is still spilling water drizzling over the earth.
Brachon opened the car door and grabbed a few red rose stalks from the seat next to him. The man then got out of the car, along with the driver who had welcomed Brachon from the drizzle this afternoon.
Brachon did not say a word, and the man immediately grabbed the rough umbrella in the driver's hand. Brachon then walked into a cemetery complex, carrying flowers in his left hand, and an umbrella in his right.
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