ROMAN PSYCHOLOGY

NIGHTWOMAN

The leader of the thugs only laughed when he heard Misya's threat that was amused for him. He did not care about the threat from Misya.

"Is this entertainment? Hahaha, let's get out!" take it to both of his men.

Then, he walked out of the room together with his two men. He did not stop laughing as he walked out of the room. In front of the door, there was one of his men standing guard.

"How, Boss?" ask the men who are at the door.

"There's no problem. Did you call the guy who was gonna buy it?" ask their leader.

"Already, it just so happened that someone had ordered a girl," he said.

"Good then." The response from the leader seemed to be overjoyed.

Missya who was left in the room also tried to escape. The room is locked tightly. Misya banged on the door and forced herself to get out of there.

"Open!!!" misya shouted loudly and sobs flooded her cheeks.

While all the women who were there were only paying attention to Misya with a flat gaze. Some of them just folded their hands in front of their chests and sighed. He considers the mutiny of Misya very ridiculous.

"just free. They'll never let you go. Stop being silly and accept your destiny!" said one of the women who was sitting looking in the mirror while justifying her makeup.

Misya's body slumped while leaning her back on the door leaf. His knees were weakened and his joints were no longer able to support his body

"Yahoo!!!!" Misya shouted loudly and cried roaring. "You're all assholes!!!!" cerca Misya to the world.

Misya slapped her face and grabbed her hair like crazy. Misya is a mess not because. He is desperate and has turned himself to fate.

While the woman who was asked to choose clothes for Misya also came to visit Misya. She carried a bright red dress in her hand. He looked at Misya without the slightest bit of pity. She folded her arms while holding the dress in her right hand.

The woman turned her eyes away and grinned. Then, he told two of the women who were there to lead Misya to a dressing room there.

Misya has lost her own identity. His self-awareness is deep. He has given up his destiny. Everything he did now and beyond was his self-sacrifice over his father's life.

Just to save her father's life and pay for all of his father's accumulated debts, Misya had given up her life and her future which she had been desperately fighting for.

After they finished replacing the clothes for Misya, they came out of the dressing room. When Misya had changed her clothes, the woman who ordered it looked at Misya from head to toe.

"Not bad. Pretty girl. We just need to put on his face again" he said.

Then they again led Misya and sat Misya forcibly on one of the dressers. Misya looked at her reflection in the mirror with a blank look.

"It's okay. At first, it was like this. You will also get used to it. A beautiful girl like you would definitely make a lot of money. After that, your life will be comfortable and peaceful. Then you will feel affection when you want to leave the world like this" he whispered in Misya's ear.

The whispers from the woman made Misya feel disgusted with the world she faced. He hates the world more and more and the people who are currently surrounding him. The man nodded and stood up spontaneously. He stood up and looked at the face of the woman who whispered the words to him with a fixed gaze.

"Are you really comfortable living like this? Life is like a trashy woman who has no self-esteem. Are you proud to be an ****** that sells your body to unknown men?!!" misha said with a loud tone.

Plakk!!!

One of the women who was there immediately approached Misya and slapped her face hard, until Missya turned her face to the right side.

"Disease? Huh! Very amusing. You won't make any difference to us either. You think that saying that would protect your own self-worth? You have arrived in this world, our world, and it will be your world. So, don't feel holy! I can't believe they brought a brash girl like you." He raised his head and left Misya.

Misya is increasingly helpless, when she hears the words of the woman who slapped her. His words were not wrong, he would soon become one of them. A woman with no self-esteem who sells her body just for money.

Misya's body again slumped and sat in her seat. He shed tears of his despair. Then, the woman who had helped comb Misya's hair resumed her work.

The woman looked different from the others. Only he treated Misya with gentle treatment. While others look at Misya with feelings of hate and dislike.

After he finished tidying up Misya's hair, he began to clean Misya's face and polish Misya's face with a variety of heavy makeup that Misya had never used at all.

The woman finally finished dressing Misya. Then, he lowered his body and looked at Misya from below with a sad look.

"I know you're a good woman. You didn't come here of your own accord. You must have the burden of others you are forced to bear. Just remember in your heart, your intention to come here is not to sell yourself. Whether our story is the same or not, I came here forcibly and to save the lives of others. You are not a lowly woman" she said before leaving Misya.

The words from him made Misya moved and cried so badly. Misya turned around and wanted to thank him. But he didn't get to do it.

The thugs waiting outside had entered the room again, after they found out that Missya was ready. They immediately dragged Misya out of the room and planned to take Missya somewhere.

They stopped dragging Misya, after they arrived at one of the VIP rooms. VIP room where VVIPs come to visit to find their pleasure.

Misya just lowered her head in a doldrums and as if she no longer had a life. While in front of him at this time there was a figure of a man in an expensive suit who was sipping his drink. He was a young and wealthy billionaire.

The man watched Misya from head to toe. Then, he told the thugs to give Misya to him. "Give him to me! I want to see it carefully" the man ordered.

One of the thugs dragged Misya down smoothly and handed her over to the man with the expensive suit. The man pulls Missya's arm and holds Missya's body on his lap.

Misya has no response whatsoever. He has given his life to destiny. The man noticed the face of Misya who lowered her head and did not look at her at all.

The man pinched his chin and looked at Misya's face lustfully. While Misya still lowered her gaze, without staring at the figure of the man before her even once.