QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)

CAN'T ESCAPE

Queena walked down the sidewalk that would somehow take her to where. Queena has no purpose now and Queena won't be going to Brachon's apartment!

It's better for Queena to be homeless now!

Vehicles passing by on the highway are still very crowded. Highlight the lights as well as the roar of the machine that sounded, as if to be Queena's friend who was just walking alone tonight.

"Woman, where are you going?" A group of young men who happened to cross paths with Queena, suddenly teased Queena and one of them was about to disturb Queena, who was trying to stop her, when suddenly came someone who did not know Queena who made a quick movement to beat up the pranksters earlier.

Queena was shocked and hurried away, when suddenly a second person who was dressed all in black also appeared and helped give lessons to the young man.

"Agod, Om! Forgive me!" The young men had run away to leave Queena and the two foreign men earlier.

Oh, yep!

Now Queena understands who these two black foreign men are. Brachon really doesn't let go of Queena. Evidently, his men are still following Queena everywhere.

It sucks!

"Miss Queen, you better go back to the apartment" said one of the men dressed in black.

"No!" Answer Queena firmly. Queena continued her steps while occasionally glancing back, making sure she was the man she was going to follow Queena again.

Yes, they did follow Queena again with a distance that was not too close. Queena quickly stopped her steps again.

"Can you go and not follow me anymore?" Queena snapped at the two silent Brachon guards.

"You guys have ears, right? So hurry up and don't follow me again!" Dispel Queena once more before the woman turned around and continued her steps.

And the two bodyguards followed Queena again, making Queena growl. Queena then approached the two guards with grumbling steps.

"I want to talk to Brachon!" Queena said to the two men in black. The two stared for a moment, before finally one of them pulled out a cell phone and contacted someone.

"Good night, Mr. Vin-" the bodyguard hasn't finished talking on the phone, as Queena quickly snatches the phone.

"I want to talk to Brachon!" Queena said aloud to Vincent on the other end of the phone.

"Brachon is having an important meeting and cannot be disturbed!"

"What message do you want? You finally came back to the apartment because your husband kicked you out?"

"You fucker!" Maki Queena was upset before the woman hung up the phone and rudely returned Brachon's bodyguard's phone.

"Give me the money to take a cab!" Queena instead put her hands on the two guards in front of her.

"You can get in the car if you want to go back to the apartment, Miss! No need to take a taxi." One of the bodyguards picked up the phone and seemed to be calling the driver.

"You're gonna follow me in the car, too?" Queena asked fiercely.

"We're just making sure you're safe, miss!" Reply to one of the bodyguards, along with a luxurious black car that had stopped near Queena.

That fast the invitation came?

Have they all been following Queena since?

One of the bodyguards opened the car door and Queena went straight into the car in frustration. The woman sat down and felt like she no longer knew what to do.

If Queena wants to get out of Brachon's apartment, she must have money first to find the hostels. Then Queena also had to work so that she could eat and pay the rent. Queena can no longer sell bed linen, because she has not held a cell phone for a long time. Somehow the fate of Queena olshop now.

Or did Queena just steal Brachon's money?

But where's that son of a bitch hiding his money that might not be real?

In the wallet in the back pocket of the pants?

Impossible of course!

Brachon is not Mas Bagus who likes to slip money in the pocket of his clothes or pants just so that Queena feels happy when washing her husband's shoulder because he found a treasure.

Queena blinked her eyes which suddenly became heated as she remembered all the small but romantic things that Mas Bagis had done throughout their marriage. Unfortunately all those romantic entitlements have to vanish now because of Brachon Ley's sadistic behavior.

You're a fucker, Brachon Ley!

Queena had just finished cursing Brachon inwardly, as the car door opened from the outside and the jerk was already standing outside the car.

Damnit damnit!

Queena immediately stared angrily at Vincent who was just standing sinlessly outside the car.

"Have finished the roam?" Brachon asked as he rubbed Queena's face.

Queena was still thinking about the money to get away from Brachon Ley. How about tonight Queena seduce Brachon to have him give her money or a new cell phone?

Nah!

Queena will never seduce this Brachon Ley baj*ngan!

"Let's go in!" Brachon slightly pulled Queena's hand to get out of the car. The man then immediately took Queena into the elevator and darted to the top floor.

Queena only stood while crossing her arms as she felt Brachon's guerrilla hand on her buttocks. Queena was a little bearded, but she also tried to be ordinary.

Goddamn bum!

Brachon smiled wryly, as his hands swerved downward into Queena's dress. This guy doesn't even seem to care if they're in the elevator right now.

Queena still stood still and tried not to be affected by the movement of Brachon's hands and fingers that had managed to infiltrate one and sped into his.

Damnit damnit!

Queena closed her eyes and tried to control herself to avoid moaning and sigh*h. Queena bit her lower lip, along with the sound of the elevator indicating that they had arrived on the destination floor.

Queena breathed a sigh of relief and the woman waited for the elevator door to open, hoping that someone would stand in front of the elevator, although it seemed impossible considering that the one on the floor was just Brachon's apartment unit.

The elevator door was open and there was no one at the door. Queena steps out of the elevator and goes straight to Brachon's apartment unit. The woman had just come in and took off her shoes, when Brachon suddenly pressed her against the wall, and then greased Queena's lips with barbarians to make Queena flutter.

"Mmmmpphhh!" Queena revolted with all her might and kept trying to push Brachon away. The woman did not even hesitate to bite Brachon's lips until finally their pagutan detached.

Queena was just about to run to her room, when Brachon had already quickly pulled the woman's hand and took her to one of the rooms on the second floor.

Queena continued to rebel as Brachon typed in a password before opening the black door.

"Deliver!" Ronta Queena jerked Brachon's hand, even though it was a waste. Brachon immediately slammed Queena's body onto the sofa, as soon as the door opened. The room was all black and Queena who already knew what room it was, hurriedly got up from the sofa and headed towards the door. The woman tried to open the door that Brachon had locked again using a password.

"Open!" Queena banged on the door in frustration as a loud sound of iron clashed.

"Open the door, you son of a bitch!" Umpat Queena was annoyed along with the sound of iron that was already approaching her. Brachon grabs Queena's hand and locks her in handcuffs until Queena thrashes.

"I don't want to!" Shouted Queena who was simply ignored by Brachon.

"Take me off!"

"Take me off!!"

Queena continued to rebel and thrash, as Brachon dragged her to a bed covered in black sheets in the room.

Brachon then hooked the handcuffs in Queena's hands to the corner of the bed.

"Deliver!"

"Take me off!" Queena continued to thrash and mutter, as Brachon began to tear the woman's gown rough.

"We'll play for a while, before we get to the core, Queen!"

"I'm sure you'll like it!" Brachon smiled a smirk before then the man threw something in his hand into Queena's property to make the woman scream loudly.

"Aaaarrr!!"

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