Rose Scented Woman
Continuance
Herman returned to the car with a face like a gambling defeat, he opened the car door and saw Joko still with his cigarette but did not want to be thrown away, perhaps Joko is a stingy, generous human being.
“Why is that fast? Where's Mira?”
“Can't, we've gone first, but tomorrow can, I've booked.”
“Sial.”
“Not a problem man, we also still have a lot of time to devise a more mature plan.”
“Indeed less mature let alone our plan? I think the plan also almost rotted the mature hornbill.”
“We can not take Mira out, if there is a window, otherwise how?”
“You think I'm that stupid? I've checked all the rooms, and they've got windows. You're the stupid one just asked that now.”
“And you're sure there's no guard?”
“And I told you you weren't that smart Herman, it was all nonsense, like your brain. You're still asking, am I saying that you've entered with Mira, the guard business is my business.”
“How about we take Mira for a walk?”
“What can? Isn't a whore just serving in a bed? Not on the road.”
“This only minimizes Joko's commotion. I'll ask you tomorrow for your money and mine. I'm not as poor as you think Joko.”
“You just won a gamble?”
“You think we're the same ha?”
“Where's the money from? Swipe or pesugihan?”
“Bacot, long your mouth like a woman huh?”
“You are misogynistic once Herman.”
“That's not what I mean, just get out of my car, we meet again tomorrow.”
“Hei wait a minute, I think this place is a bit different or we call it weird, just this time there is a place that when we want women only shown photos and names, it's just, usually they show their goods directly, with a seductive style, very strange.”
“I also feel it Joko, but you better go home now because I've been lazy to talk to you.”
“Campret.”
They split up at the time, Herman meets his little family and Joko returns to Mira's apartment.
That night it rained, either longing for the earth like Joko's longing for Mira or God was saddened to see one of the humans being tortured so vilely without any humanity at all.
Even so, God only sees, does not give miracles like the Prophets, does not also give other good as the story of the chosen people in a soap opera. Oh God just watch, that's why agnostics and atheists are increasingly even in this godly country.
Mira with her bruised face still loudly called for her desire to get out of that hell.
“I don't care about Mira, your insults used to really make me want to make you like a sakaratul death!” His laughter boomed in the room wrapped in colored paint in line with Mira's clothes, the color of the toska wrapped in clean skin is now not so beautiful to look due to more and more blood out of place.
“I've told you what Mak Cik? I've even forgotten all the past.”
“That is man, even when his tongue hurts people, he still considers himself holy like a mori cloth.”
“I'm sorry Miss, whatever I told you first, please let me go.”
“Finally the most prostitute in the city prostrated to me, which is why I deserve to be called a great man.”
Mira subconsciously apologized to the demon that made her suffer these few days. It is no longer strong, customers who come are not random people who just want to look for ************* but also customers who are looking for what can not be found elsewhere, only at Mak Cik Pokemah headquarters.
People who are hungry lust not only bring ATM cards or cash, but also bring with them killing equipment, yes, consider it so, because what is killed is the freedom of someone who will serve him.
Preparations began with straps of various sizes, handcuffs, and some unnamed tools. Every customer who comes to bring their own tools that are certainly quite varied, starting with those who are obsessed with the bottom and also who want the screams that make them happier.
****** Mira witness, originally pinkish-red, now she no longer shows the same thing, there is a wound in the part that surrounds her, like pinned too long, not even painful, now she no longer shows the same thing, but Mira felt it.
“Mak Cik, I'm not strong, I'm sorry, please get me out of this, I beg Mak Cik.” Mira was still in prostration to ask for help to those who would never help her.
“Do not expect Mira!” His kick was right about the end of his lips that were now bleeding. “That's the result of an arrogant human like you Mira. See now the prima donna of Jakarta is no longer even rose-scented.” Mak Cik laughs again and leaves Mira in a room that holds the secret of a witch
3 men reported Mira who was considered not energized to give satisfaction to them, even though 3 men had bombarded both above and below Mira. Customers who don't know themselves, all of them have brains and faces that make no difference, three crazy twin guys.
Mira's lower area was still twitching feeling the pain of being hacked into with a device she didn't know, her wrists were horrid, like wearing a red bracelet, some of her body flushed red from the lashings of the three crazy men.
Want to face down or on her back, Mira's body still hurts, linu even for some areas like wanting to crack and escape from the origin.
Only tears are still faithfully accompany the night Mira, he hopes Joko who considers her a lover will come and help even though it feels like it is gone.
For many years Mira served a mottled nose, but never felt excessive pain in her inner and also physical current, which is why she chose to be alone in her work, because he has power even on every customer who comes.
If it is ugly or a brew, Mira will reject it, as easy as turning the palm, nothing to fear, a lot of money and a body that can still feel healthy.
Mira can also check her health whenever she wants, not just follow the instructions of pimps who do not know themselves. Squeeze it, then consider it more sacred like a mori cloth.
Being a free entertainer woman was not that easy, especially coupled with the body aroma that became the target of many men and now Mira also get female customers that she usually rejects raw.
Although Mira appreciates and has many friends from the rainbow community, but she has never been interested in the same, or the kind that changes her type in lovemaking. For him the highest pleasure comes from two different people.
But what is the power already in the crocodile hole is very deep, the, Mira who became the topic of tranding when people talk about prostitutes is now only silent let alone treated to customers who carry suitcases with the contents of hell tools, especially if they are not, the women who both had breasts and some crazy customers who asked him to play in front of him, let his customers play with his fingers while he played with his own friends. A really jerk life.
A week and a century later, Mira really wanted to die right then and there, a prostitute who was soiled with pimps did not know herself, stripped naked but not executed, and was glared at like a thief. A whole new life this time Mira felt ashamed of being a prostitute.
“God if you don't let me be a whore, just kill me, because I'll hate you all my life if you just shut up and look at me like crazy!” Shouts Mira frustrated at life that is not like life.
