QUEENA (Your Wife Is My Prisoner)
CAPTIVE
Brachon removed his bloodied hand from Queena's lips.
"You happy now, Jal*ng?" Brachon smiled slanted, then the man grabbed the tissue to clean up the blood that had soiled his hands.
"Look at what you've done!"
"You've made that dreary face of yours look even uglier!" Read Brachon while pointing to Queena's face which is now covered in blood, especially in the mouth area. It feels so painful.
"But suddenly I had a brilliant idea." Brachon had returned with a sly smile, along with the hand of the man who had already grabbed the small knife on the nightstand.
"So how about we fix a little bit of your dull face!" Brachon had pointed his little knife to Queena's face and then lightly slashed Queena's right cheek to pour fresh blood.
"Gaharr!" Queena screamed loudly and Brachon laughed out loud.
"Uppp! You're bleeding." Brachon said with a sinless expression.
"But not too deep, Queen! So let's do it with the cheek next to it!" Brachon swiped Queena's left cheek until it bled as well.
"Aarrrgggh!" Queena again screamed loudly, and now not only the area of Queena's mouth that was bleeding, but also kefua Queena's cheeks were injured and bleeding. And the baj*ngan man who had wounded Queena with this sadist even laughed out loud.
"Good job! You'll be my toy from now on." Brachon still rubbed the knife in his hand into Queena's face, but no longer greeted the sharp object.
"You're crazy!" Queena's voice was stuck in her throat and the woman was only able to grimace along with the blood that increasingly filled her face. Brachon's laughter grew louder and his voice continued to swirl in Queena's head, before Queena lost consciousness from bleeding too much.
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Vincent turned his back and stared in disbelief at what Brachon had done to Queena. But Vincent also did not stay silent and rushed to check the pulse of Queena who had been drenched in blood. There were still signs of life despite being a little weak.
"You gonna finish it, Brach? Or I need to help-"
"Take him to the hospital!" Brachon's sudden orders, which of course, immediately made Vincent again widen his eyes.
"To the hospital? Why not just take his life?" Vincent asked to suggest.
"Just take it and don't have to say much, Vin!" Brachon orders once again in a more assertive tone.
"All right!" Vincent clucked then approached Queena's body with a feeling of laziness. Though half-hearted, Vincent carries Queena's body, and takes the woman out of Brachon's mansion. Not long after, the car carrying Queena has driven away from Brachon's mansion.
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"I want you to change it!" Brachon said briefly to the plastic surgeon who will handle Queena. Brachon then gave the doctor a paper with a sketch of his face.
"Do it quickly and I'll pay you five times!"
"But I want a sterile room and health workers who can keep secrets!" Brachon whispered a little to the doctor in front of him who was seen breathing heavily.
"Brachon, it's not like I turned down your offer. But the thing is, there's a procedure" The doctor didn't continue his sentence when Brachon showed him the gun Brachon had hidden in his coat.
"Good."
"We will do as much as we can" said the doctor who immediately changed his decision due to pressure and threat Brachon.
"Good!" Brachon silenced before then the man passed away.
Ciiit!
The crisp sound of the brakes being stepped on suddenly, made all the Brachon reverie evaporate away.
"Sorry, Sir! There was a little boy who was about to cross." Speak to the Brachon driver with a frightened face. Maybe the current Brachon driver is afraid that Brachon will immediately fire him because he stepped on the brakes suddenly.
Brachon made no comment and simply glanced at the chauffeur who still looked terrified.
"Hurry way!" Brachon orders with his sharp gaze through the middle spy.
"B-well, Master!"
The car drove back, and when Brachon threw his gaze on the sidewalk, the man could immediately recognize the adult man and the boy who had made the driver had to step on the brakes suddenly.
"He is married and has a three-year-old son."
Vincent's sentence about the origins of Queena flashes back to Brachon's mind.
"Loss his tracks, make a terrible accident so that his family can no longer recognize his face."
"Why bother doing that? Aren't you going to eliminate that woman, too?" Vincent didn't understand.
"I changed my mind." Answer Brachon flat.
"I'll just make it a toy in the mansion." Brachon said again before the man passed in front of Vincent.
"But what if that woman managed to escape your grasp like the one before, Brachon?" Vincent's call stopped Brachon's steps, and reminded the man of a heart wound that had been incised by a woman several years ago. Brachon's face instantly turned coldly sinister.
"I've thought about that one, and Queen will never be able to escape the grasp of a Brachon Ley!"
"He's my prisoner from now on!"
"Stop the car!" Brachon's orders to the driver who immediately stuttered. But this time the Brachon driver did nothing wrong for the second time, and he quickly pulled the car over slowly.
While Brachon is still observing the three-year-old man and boy who have now moved into the sling of the man Brachon knows as the husband of the Queena.
Hmh!
But Queena was killed in an accident and now Brachon's prisoner is Queen!
Brachon continued to watch Queena's husband and son from the rear-view mirror, until two other men across the street, then into a twenty-four-hour convenience store.
Brachon took out his sunglasses, took off his suit and now left a black shirt wrapped in his burly body.
"Open the door!" Brachon's next order to the driver who immediately got out of the car, then opened the car door for the boss. Brachon got out of the car with a stout face, as well as black glasses.
"Mr-"
Brachon raised one hand and gave the code so that the driver would not follow him.
"Good, Sir. I'll wait here." Said the driver, bowing. While Brachon had crossed over quickly, he entered the supermarket, where Queena's husband and son had also entered.
Brachon circulated his gaze first into a self-service that was no wider than the warehouse in his mansion. The man walked down the hallway after the passage, until he finally found the husband and son of Queena in one of the hallways and seemed to be picking on toys.
Brachon immediately pulled out his phone, then took a photo of Queena's husband and son secretly. Brachon was also intending to approach the two and greet Queena's son.
"Hi, Champ! Looking for toys?" Brachon asked with a contrived voice that frightened Queena's son.
"I'm also picking toys for my niece!" Brachon said next while staring at Queena's husband who was looking at her also with a strange look. Queena's husband, Bagus Yudistira, nodded and shifted slightly to make room for Brachon.
"Your son looks scared" Brachon said, observing a row of small toy cars in front of him.
"Yes, he always does this when he meets a stranger" said Bagus, who had taken a toy car and offered it to his son. But the son of Queena immediately shook his head and even sucked his head into the deck of the papa.
"You want to buy everything?" Tawar Brachon took all the cars on display and presented them to the son of Bagus and Queena.
"Master don't-"
"I'll pay for it!" Answer Brachon lightly.
"Take everything...." Brachon frowned as if he was asking the name of Queena's son.
"Barley's. His name is Barley." Good speech that immediately made Brachon nod.
"Take it all, Barley!" Brachon's word again oada Barley back with a voice made-up like a child's voice. But Barley just nodded.
"Ah, how about we just wrap it all up!" Brachon had walked towards the cashier still while carrying a handful of toy cars earlier. The man paid him quickly, and returned to Good and Barley.
"Master, don't!" Reject Good smooth.
"No problem! Your son is sad and I think he has to have a lot of toys to get his sadness out!" Brachon's limbs while forcing to give the bag containing the toy to Barley. Brachon then walked out of the supermarket, and instantly disappeared among the crowd of people who were about to cross the street.
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