ROMAN PSYCHOLOGY

RECOLLECTING WOUNDS

The night finally came, Harry became the first to wake up, after doing a hot scene with Misya. Harry massaged his head that felt dizzy due to the influence of very strong stimulants.

Harry turned his head to the side and looked at Misya's slim, smooth body, and to him quite perfectly. The drawback, only the chest is still very flat. Despite feeling dizzy, Harry could still smile with a savage smile from being satisfied. Again, the game gets abundant and satisfying benefits.

Harry lowered his body, looking at Misya's sleeping, unconscious face. Then Harry stroked Misya's face gently, lustfully and not in love.

Harry then lifted the blanket that covered Misya's body. Seeing the splash of blood on his bedsheet, the more satisfied he was. However, as long as he played with Misya, the shackles of his heart still could not escape.

All he ever imagined of every relationship, was the woman in the past who had hurt and abandoned him. As others have said, the women who give the deepest wounds in a man's heart are those who are very hard to forget.

"As I thought, you are still a virgin. You are the second time after. " Harry's facial expression suddenly turned sad as he stared at the past he so desperately wanted to forget. But he tried not to remember her back. "Misyarel Adellia, from now on, you are the game girl who will play around with me. The game has just begun. Just wait, I will definitely make your life suffer greatly. Once you step into Harry's prison, don't expect anyone to get away with it so easily" Harry's inner self excitedly.

Harry began to rise from his bed and take his towel. Then, he walked to the bathroom next to the room he currently occupies.

While Harry was taking a bath, Misya finally woke up from her sleep. With a head that felt very heavy, Misya rose from a lying position and changed the sitting position while holding her head that felt very dizzy.

Misya is not fully aware of what she has done. He is still trying to adjust and wake himself up. Misya began to glance and pay attention to her surroundings that felt very foreign.

Misya was in a very luxurious room with premium items that looked very expensive. Misya's eyes did not stop jelalatan, because it was amazed by the place and the strange atmosphere that felt.

"Don't touch me! Otherwise, I'd have killed you."

"Then kill me! But before that, let me kill you this day."

The pieces of events and conversations that felt imprinted appeared in the memory of Misya. It is like remembering a conscious event under consciousness. It looks like a very real event. However, it felt like a dream, because Misya was completely unaware of it.

Misya began to gather her consciousness, even though her head was very heavy. When Misya lowered her head, Misya immediately jumped in shock.

He saw his lower body that did not wear a cloth. The round netra of Misya started to redden and sharpen. Misya then hit the blanket and saw her whole plain body, without a single sheet of cloth.

Misya was even more fooled when she saw the bloodstains on the sheets. Misya did not want to believe the reality she was currently facing. Then he slapped his own face.

"She relax, wake up! It's all just a dream. This is not real, Misya would never do something as disgusting as this. I beg of myself, don't feel pain. Why does my cheek hurt? It's Misya's dream, believe me!" misya's mind thrashed, for refusing to believe what was happening to her.

His heart continued to deny, but his brain was no less clashing and said that all this was real. Infuriated, Misya stared at the bathroom door with a gaze as sharp as an eagle.

Misya got up from the bed and walked towards the bathroom, without wearing a single piece of cloth first. Misya stopped her steps, when she saw a glass vase beside her.

Ctarr!!!!

Missya broke the glass vase with a single slash. Then, he took out one of the sharp shards of glass. Infuriated, Misya immediately walked towards the bathroom to come to Harry.

Harry himself was not deaf when he heard a noise from outside. The gurgling sound of water in the bathroom alone could not block Harry's hearing.

Harry cleaned up the moisture that condensed on the door glass while looking outwards. Harry saw that Misya was walking towards him while carrying a piece of glass in her hand.

Seeing that didn't scare Harry in the least. Harry even felt the game he played more exciting and appropriate satisfying expectations.

Harry pretends not to know if Misya wants to hurt him. Harry continued cleaning himself and rubbing his body casually. While at this time, Misya had been right in front of the bathroom door.

I just pushed that door. However, he stopped for a moment, lowered his head, then raised his head back and looked straight ahead with a sharp look. Then I started to open the bathroom door.

Seeing Harry's figure right before his eyes, Misya immediately approached him deftly. Misya quickly floated the broken glass in her hand towards Harry.

Harry pretended not to be aware of Misya's whereabouts and simply smiled cunningly without turning around. When Misya had begun to carry out his attack, Harry immediately turned around and repelled the attack from Misya.

Harry caught Misya's wrist tightly grasping the broken glass. Harry held back Misya's arm while staring into her net with a furious look.

Harry held off Misya with just a little bit of his strength. Misya herself did not want to give up and tried to continue her attack. Missya rebelled with all her might from Harry's clutches.

"Let go! Unhand me!" misyah shouted while trying to release the grip of Harry's hand with his other arm.

Harry strengthened the grip of his hand, causing Misya to groan in pain. Misya's clenched hands began to open on their own. Misya's hand trembled with a squeeze of Harry's palm, then the shards of glass she was holding fell down by itself.

"Do you want me to let you go? Then after I let you go, what are you gonna do? You're gonna kill me. You think I'm stupid, what?! You think you can kill me? Just with that shard?" jolt Harry out loud.