ROMAN PSYCHOLOGY

GOONS SALE

"Sweety!" Misya's father spat in the thug leader's face.

The leader of the thugs immediately wiped the face spat on by Misya's father. At first, he pretended to be calm. Until finally, the veins of his eyes began to spread and his palms began to float.

He slapped his slap into the face of Misya's father so hard that Missya's father vomited blood. Misya was shocked to see it. He hugged his father tightly and tried to protect him. Misya protects her father's body with her back.

"Don't hit again, I beg .. .. don't hit again .. ." ask Misya softly as she shed her tears.

Misya is very frightened, but she is more afraid if she loses her father at that time. While the thug leader only laughed when he saw Misya who looked very brave.

"Ha, ha, ha. At first, I wanted to talk about this carefully, but if it was like this, I wouldn't talk to my mouth. I'll talk with my hands and feet" he said, laughing. "You guys, drag this girl right now!" his orders to his three men.

The three men immediately walked towards Misya. They separated Misya who hugged her father very harshly and without compassion. They dragged Misya by force.

"Don't touch me! Where are you taking me?" misya asked loudly and hoarsely, leaving a sobbing of her. "Dad, help me!" Misya asked her father for help while crying. "Dad, help me!"

Misya's father tries to catch up with Misya with the condition of the injured body. He was powerless to get up and walk while raising his right arm. "Don't bring my son!" he shouted with a weakened voice. However, the leader of the thugs was not merciful to him.

The leader of the thugs trampled on the back of Misya's father who was down at that time. Misya's father is no longer able to fight. He could only let the thug leader trample down on him violently and forcefully, until Misya's father regurgitated blood from his mouth and nose.

Misya, who was being dragged by the thugs, did not turn her eyes away from her father. Misya clearly saw an extremely heartbreaking event for her. Misya could only shake her head and cry out howling, as she looked at her severely injured father.

"No, Dad! Off!!!" misha shouted out loudly.

Misya tried to rebel from their clutches. However, the strength of the two thugs was much stronger than him. Misya only makes futile resistance that consumes her energy.

The leader of the thugs trampled on Misya's father's back until Misya's father was unconscious. Once satisfied, he moved out of his place and out of the house of Misya. He wiped his sweat arrogantly and soon caught up with his men who had tied up Misya's body with ropes and covered her mouth with black duct tape.

They had stayed in his car and waited for their leader to come. They plan to take Misya somewhere.

They finally saw their leader come and get into his car. He sat in the front seat, next to his men who would drive the car. While the other two are flanking and watching Misya in the back seat.

"Where are we taking him, boss?" ask the thug who drove the car.

"We'll sell it to the usual place. Let's go!" He ordered his men to run his car to a place that usually does not know where it is.

Along the way, Misya unceasingly moved and tried to scream. However, he was powerless, because the thugs tied his body tightly and covered his mouth with plaster.

"Don't waste your energy! Just sit down sweetly, we'll be there soon," said the thug leader casually.

"Yhmmp! Hmhp!" Misya tried to speak to the leader of the thugs with a sharp net look, looking at the back of her head.

The leader of the thugs turned his head towards the back. He watched Misya while smiling with satisfaction. Then, he ordered one of his men to open the plaster in Misya's mouth.

"Hey, you! Open mouth!" his orders to one of them.

Misya no longer cared about the pain she was currently feeling. Misya immediately focused her eyes, looking at the leader of the thugs who was currently turning her head towards the back and also looking at Misya.

"Say! I'll give you a chance to talk." The leader invited Misya to speak.

"Why did you do this heinous thing to us? What's our fault?" ask Misya furiously.

"It seems you yourself know that your father was a gambler who had a lot of debt everywhere. He lost his gamble, but did not pay his gambling debts. He broke gambling rules and dredged, then took all our money. Tell me, is your father innocent?" mutilate.

"But you shouldn't do it this way" said Misya.

"Then, what do we have to do? Look, young lady, we're not good people who like charity. And I will never let go of anyone who ever betrayed me. I've been looking everywhere for half a year. Finally, I found him. Don't blame me if I collect a debt from a traitor" he said.

"How much does my father owe? I'll try to pay it off." Misya finally expressed her purpose and purpose.

"You? Want to pay off your father's debt? 50 million dollars. Are you willing to pay it off?" The expression from her made Misya jump.

"Li-fifty million dollars?" stuttering Misya.

"Right, a little girl like you shouldn't be so arrogant and pretentious to pay it off. But, you can pay it off in one way. It is true, children must bear the burden of their parents. You can pay off all your father's debts in just one night." he said. "You, shut the fuck up again!" the thug orders it to his men.

After he finished speaking, he again ordered one of his men to shut Misya's mouth again. Before that happened, Misya tried to rebel. "Where are you taking me?!!" Misya's words before her mouth was covered again by plaster.

They no longer cared about Misya who constantly tried to rebel in vain. The leader of the thugs closed his eyes comfortably. He seemed to enjoy his journey while humming cheerfully.

Eventually, they reached their destination. They brought Misya into a nightclub. They still did not untie Misya's hand and the plaster in her mouth.

They dragged Misya up to a room where there were many scantily dressed women. One of them came to the leader of the thugs and kissed his left cheek and right cheek.

"Oh, big boss. What do you need to come here?" ask the woman to the thug leader.

"Only business as usual. Can you help me pick out the best clothes for her?" He intended to ask the woman for help in choosing Misya the best dress.

The woman looked at Misya for a moment, from the tip of the hair to the tip of the foot. "The pretty girl. Of course I can choose something that is very suitable for him. I'm going to turn her into Princess Belle, the Prince's beautiful daughter of such an ugly person" she said with a happy smile.

Misya who was silent for a moment finally began to rebel again. He tried to escape from the two thugs who flanked him in both directions. However, all of that was just a futile resistance. Misya's energy is not comparable to the two thugs who are sturdy, tall, and muscular with a thick brown skin.

"Remove the rope and plaster in his mouth. The weak girl never seems to be able to escape!" his orders to his two men.

They immediately carried out the orders of their leaders. They began to release the rope that tightly bound Misya's body and also pulled out roughly, the duct tape that was in her mouth.

"What do you want to do to me? Unhand me! Or not, I'm gonna call the cops to get them to catch a fucking asshole like you!" cerca Misya with fury and trepidation. Already at this stage, he no longer had any futile feelings of fear for them.