QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)

IT'S ALREADY BEGUN

Queena just came out of the bathroom, when two maids were waiting for her in the room.

Yes, after ten days spent so drably in the hospital, Queena was finally able to go home or rather be able to return to the prison of this more drab Brachon mansion.

But it won't be long!

Queena only needs to be the Queen Brachon wanted for one day then after that Brachon will let Queena go and let the woman go back to her little family. With Barley and Mas Bagus.

"What are you doing here?" Queena asked the point at the two maids still standing inside her room.

"We're delivering the dress you're about to wear, miss!" Answer one of the maids.

"Mr Vincent also asked us to help you prepare" said the other maid.

"I can prepare myself!" Reject Queena quickly while sitting in front of a dresser without glass. But Queena used to comb her hair without the help of glass. And about putting on makeup, Queena hasn't done that in a long time.

"You get out of here!" Queena finally banished the two maids.

"You sure don't want us to help"

"No!" Answer Queena quickly.

"Go!" Remove the Queen once more and the two maids finally come out of Queena's room.

Queena took the dress prepared by the maid from the bed, then released it to the body.

"Try to buy clothes like this one," said Bagus while pointing to a photo of sexy clothes that are being scrolled by Queena in a marketplace.

"For?" Queena asked pretending not to understand.

"To tease me!" Reply Good while holding Queena.

"I'm wearing a loose t-shirt too we've been tempted, Mas! Why bother wearing sexy clothes!" Queena's recollecting speech made Bagus chuckle.

"Especially if you wear loose t-shirts without an interior," said Bagus who immediately made Queena clucked.

"Start!"

"Try practicing first, I want to see!" Good's hand had slipped into Queena's shirt to remove the hook from his wife's bra.

"Mas!"

"Try it!"

"There's Barley"

"Have you finished admiring the dress?" A reprimand jolted the daydream of Queena who had since been still fitting the dress on her body.

Queena reflex turned her head and the woman immediately clucked, then threw her dress back onto the bed.

"I can't even see if the dress is right for me or not!"

"There's no glass in this room" grumbled Queena who was back sitting in front of the dresser and combing her hair.

"Of course the dress is nice and fits in your body! I chose that dress for you!" Said Brachon who had approached Queena, lali lowered the Queena bathrobe on the shoulder.

Brachon kissed Queena's shoulder to leave a reddish mark there, then his hand also swiftly pulled the woman's bathrobe rope and Queena just sucked in a breath of pity.

Queena finally just shut up and did not comment anymore, when Brachon began to release the bathrobe he was wearing, then the man also put a dress on Queena's body.

"Pass, right?" Brachon said as he scanned Queena's body from toe to head. Queena did not answer a word, and the woman immediately put on the higheels that had also been prepared for her.

Once everything was ready, Queena and Brachon came out of the room together and the two headed straight to the backyard of the mansion, where there was a helicopter pad there. Queena was momentarily stunned as she saw Brachon's helicopter parked on the runway. I don't know where Brachon will take Queena after this.

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"Please, Miss!" A flight attendant offered a glass of a drink similar in color to the one given by Brachon, when he fed Queena with the drug per*ngsang.

"I want another drink" Queena refused.

"It's just apple juice, Queen!" Sahut Brachon is a few steps from Queena.

Yes, at this time Brachon and Queena are indeed in a private pesawaf who will either take Queena where. The helicopter from the Brachon mansion only dropped off Queena and Brachon at the city airport. And now they're getting on a private plane. Where exactly is Brachon taking Queena?

"Apple juice?" Queena frowned and finally picked up the long-legged glass. Queena sniffed the aroma for a while to be sure, and sure enough it was indeed apple juice.

"I don't like apple juice! Can you give me some mineral water?" Pinta Queena finally handed the glass containing apple juice to the flight attendant.

"Well, Miss!"

"Do you want this drink?" Brachon rose from the front seat, handing over the drink in his hand, whose alcohol was so sharp. Queena immediately shook her head.

"Try it, Queen!" Brachon said again in a more pushy tone.

"I won't drink alcohol again, Brach!" Reject Queena more firmly.

Brachon snorted, then the man got up from his seat and walked over to Queena.

"Drink!" Brachon's orders are firm, while forcing to coagulate the drink from the glass in his hand into Queena's mouth.

Queena who was as strong as she refused, finally did not wart and the damn drink immediately felt burning Queena's throat. Brachon smiled with satisfaction.

"You're the Queen Brachon wants right now! So you can't refuse anything I do and I command you!" The sizzle of Brachon unites his forehead with the forehead of Queena.

"Only one day a night!" Queena was quick to remind Brachon of their agreement.

"The day after last night when we arrived at our destination, Queen! Not including the length of the trip!" Brachon replied lightly before the man returned to his seat.

"Can't do that, Brach! You didn't even tell me where you were taking me!" Queena protest that had gone from her chair and hebdak approached Brachon. But at the same time the seat belt warning light was on, and Queena was forced to undo his intentions.

Queena sat back in her chair and put on her seat belt while grunting repeatedly. The woman threw her gaze at the window of the plane where the lights of the city below them appeared. It looks like the plane will be landing soon which means Queena's suffering will also start soon.

Suffering from being a prisoner of a Ley Brachon!

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