
Dance was surprised when her body crashed into the vast basket.as power Tari moved backwards away from Wilard who looked at her hungry.what does a grown man want in a girl.? dance brain rotates quickly until the girl grimaces.This bed is quite spacious even for 5 adults at once,
"Don't come near me." screamed Dance with sharp eyes.
"You don't have a choice, baby."
"I'm so young to do it."
"I've even dreamed you might get pregnant after this." Wilard said.
Dari gripped the tip of the sprey with annoyance, he did not have time to avoid when Wilard easily pounced on his body and oppressed him with full strength, Dari was not able to dodge even to just move was quite difficult for him. the girl was only able to stare at Wilard with her helplessness, begging for a miracle so that she could escape Wilard's embrace.
"Detach..."scream Dance with a terrified expression.
"Not until you agree with me."
"What do you want."?
"Married to me at 18."?
"Why are you so desperate, why should we get married." Dance lyrics sharply..
"The color I need you."
"What if I refuse."?
Wilard smiled very sweetly, his fingers rose to touch the surface of Tari's face and stroked her there, then the fingers continued to move down to touch the neck of the girl's level and continued down to unbutton her superior.
Dance thrashed and she shook her head violently, while Wilard increasingly enjoyed the fearful face of Dance but no one could resist it would not be able to..
"If you refuse, I'll force you to make love from now until you're 18 until you marry me, you need to know that I'm a strong man in bed so you need to be prepared..."
"What.."?
"Determine your choice now Dance" said Wilard sharply..
Wilard brought his face closer and further cornered Dari.Their face almost touched now, if Wilard to touch his lips then he will not be able to help...
"All right I give up. I'll marry you." cried Tari in despair.
Sneering Wilard triumphantly, he rose from the girl's body and smiled coldly.
"From now on you are mine and never dream of escaping me" Wilard said as he fixed his shirt.
Dance was helpless and just patted with a frightened face, well.he was so nervous earlier, how could this old man go after her geez.....is he really going to marry her.?
"Clean yourself now and rest." said Wilard with a smiley look.
"I want to go back to that stuffy room."
"And gather with the servants."?
"Well..."
"Do you want to persuade them to help you escape from me."?
Face Dance whitening,
Wilard approached Tari who was still staring at him with a plain face, the grown man revealed his smile...
"You need to know that all the walls, even every place you walk through, have ears and I will not spare a traitor." Wilard said..
"You're taking Wilard too seriously." Dancing laughed awkwardly and avoiding Wilard he nodded his head.he knew who he could use now, the girl smiled.
"Wait for me in the room until I get home and don't try to leave or break your legs Dance."
"If you break my leg you'll be ashamed of yourself."
"Why should I be ashamed." Wilard brought his face closer, the nervousness was excruciating for Tari.
"Color you're getting married to a deformed girl." Sighed Tari scratching her head.
"Hahaha.you're good at dance, because that's thinking before it makes me mad." look at Wilard sharply.
The man turned his body ready to leave the room but Dance followed him again until Wilard raised his fingers without turning his head.
"Last warning to you if you..."
"I just drove you to the door" said Tari with a smile on her lips,
Wilard turned his body and was stunned to see the face of Dance who was so beautiful.The man approached grabbed Dari with one kick until the girl fell in his arms,
"Be a sweet girl and you'll be safe, but if...."
"You're always threatening, you think I'm not aware well.I'm going to start accepting it stoicly." said Tari touching Wilard's shoulder with a light sweep of her hand.
"Good, I'll be out for a second.wait for me."
"Alright." said Tari nodding her face..
Wilard approached and smeared*Dance lips briefly but felt hot.then the man stepped out of the room and the door was automatically closed.
Dance closed her eyes, her fingers clenched with fervor, as in the dramas she liked, she would not stay silent and would get a way to get away from this old man.for now, she was, he could only wait and be sweet so that Wilard did not suspect....
Dance is aware that almost all over the island is equipped with cctv and he must be able to keep his attitude in order.
Dari stepped slowly, sitting on the edge of the spacious bed alone.His face was bowed with deep sadness, his tears trickled when remembering his parents, remembering his brothers and it was painful away from them. moreover, realizing that his family had considered him dead, how cruel Wilard was....Dance will reciprocate, all the pain this man gives must be avenged with the same pain, and Dance will repay him if she has the chance.
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Wilard steps up to the helicopter, he'll be flying today to meet someone..
"Mr Wilard, will you really carry out your plan on Miss Tari." asked her men fearfully.
The man was silent.There was something holding him back for some reason, he should have been able to do it earlier and then appeared to the girl however, something was holding him back.
"I will certainly do it in 3 months, because he will only be even 18 years 3 months from now" said Wilard still frowning.
"Mr Wilard, I hope you make the right decision this time.Karna we are dealing with Mr. Sean Slowi, he is not an ordinary person." his men reminded..
"I know.and I'll remember well." said Wilard again speechless.
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Wilard stepped slowly to open the door of the room, it was already midnight and he could not wait to go home.Since Tari lived on the island he began to smile a little. the girl carried a positive aura to her to raise a clover for Wilard.
The door opened and Wilar was stunned when she saw that Dari was asleep on her couch and she involuntarily smiled, stepped in and approached the beautiful girl and bowed her body to be in line with the position of Dari..
"You're beautiful even when you're asleep" Wilard said with an unread look.
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