Stuck in a Brutal Mafia Marriage

I'm not sick

The flashback

That night, in the middle of the late night, the wind moved the curtains of the room before coming and touched Rachel's white skin.

The woman seemed to squirm, looking for a burly body that used to deliver a warm feeling. However, the beautiful petals opened when he felt the bed where Peter slept, empty uninhabited.

“Peter?” astonished not to find her husband.

Along with that feeling of loneliness, his throat felt dry. Rachel fizzed, about to pour water, but a teapot of empty water supply jumped up.

Over the course of the day, Rachel moved out of bed and down the stairs to the kitchen. Dull and quiet, describing the atmosphere of the ground floor. Rachel rushed to turn on the lights and filled the water pot.

While waiting, Rachel grabbed a glass. Poured water and up straightened it, when he could not hold back his thirst any more. "Akh!" the screams of a man sounded faint. Rachel jumped in shock.

Instead of being scared, Rachel went to find out. The woman left her car on the kitchen table. Then, go find the source of the voice earlier.

No, there was no one or demon Rachel found. However, a strange feeling arose when he saw that the abandoned dark brown door was slightly opened.

Curious, considering Peter always forbids him from entering. Don't go in, just unlock Peter won't let.

Rachel pushed the door slowly, Glek! see the dark stairs that rise down. Making him gulp, but curiosity pushed him in and found out.

A wooden torch, Rachel grabbed it from the side of the door. Armed with a torch, the woman stepped in. Brave to search for the secrets contained in the dark room.

Step by step Rachel took, just a damp wall with a fishy smell that caught her sight and smell.

However, hearing the loud screams again, Rachel resumed her steps of tracing the room deeper.

Cells, dungeons? who Peter is and what the man's job is. His mind did not stop wondering, the woman seemed to have trouble smuggling in.

The maintenance here is very tight, compared to the outside appearance. "How do I get in there?" confused concluded.

Stone, "i'll distract them with this stone." as hard as Rachel threw the stone, far from where it was.

Brak! instantly the entire guard ran around, going to find the source of the sound. Fear of intruders entering without their knowledge.

Rachel prattles to make sure the surroundings are safe. Then rushed in, passing through the many cell doors filled with poor destiny humans.

Seeing Peter, Rachel stopped her steps and hid herself from behind the wall. Jem! rachel's reflexes shut her mouth, holding back the screams as she watched her husband defend the human chest without hesitation.

Overall, the incident did not escape his sight from beginning to end. Rachel felt nauseous, especially after Peter took the heart out of its place.

Can't take it anymore, Rachel's backtracking. I want to step away. However, the minimal light made his vision less clear.

It could be that Rachel stumbled and hit the chair to make all the views on her.

Brak! instantly Rachel squeezed. His body felt the coldness of the floor. She's busted. " You? who told you to come in here?" peter's heavy voice greeted with a question.

Restless, scared, Rachel bit and closed her eyes. Trying to relax yourself, talking to a psychopath should be careful.

Escape, impossible to do now. All the guards who had gone out of nowhere, suddenly stood in front, besieging from all directions.

Rachel opened her eyes slowly, feeling a little calmer. The woman turned around, clashing with her husband's eyes.

" You crazy psychopath!" rachel joked with disdain.

Flashback off

A little afraid of losing Rachel, but it's all been happening. Peter will control all of that later.

" Who are you, and what room is this?" wondering in a soft soft voice and a friendly look.

The roar of hunting breaths, indicating Peter was holding back. Dropped the organ down, heartlessly Peter stepped on, stepping on the shapeless corpse as the first foothold.

Slowly but surely, Peter stepped closer toward Rachel. "here," he ordered. Reaching Rachel's arm hanging freely.

Nauseated at the sight of blood, Rachel threw out a hand, afraid to see the fresh blood of an innocent human clinging to her smooth arm.

"Can't you take those gloves off, first?" hardik Rachel pleaded indirectly.

Peter clucked, then opened the glove hook. With one pull the two apart. Finished with that, Peter gripped Rachel's wrist and pulled her out.

Until the main room, Peter threw the woman onto a long sofa. Unaware, his actions just now can be categorized as domestic violence.

"How many times have I said, don't go near that door let alone inside" he said with a serious look.

"And all your secrets I'll never know?"

"Come, I'll take you away to consult with the doctor or psychologically" he added, then held Peter's two burly palms. Attempt to convince.

"I'm not sick, Re." concluded Peter, furious at Rachel's diagnosis.

"Peter, just listen to me this once. And accept all my calls, I don't want to have a psychopathic husband. Because psychopaths have no conscience." Still trying to persuade.

Peter let out a discordant laugh, reaching out to grip the brim of Rachel's chin. It hurts, but Rachel holds it. "You don't want to have a husband like me. Ck tsk, but unfortunately I don't care. I'll never let you go, until then."

Rachel lowered her head, cursing her misfortune inwardly. God, why do we have to now. As my heart thumped with all her sweet treatment. When I want to return his feelings.

"And I'm not a psychopath, I still have a heart. The proof is that I'm in love with you" she said. Refusing to get the nickname psychopath. Slowly the grip slowly turned into soft strokes.

"You don't realize, this isn't love all your false feelings. All this is just your obsession, Peter." Rachel replied with a high voice and a sad look.

" It's love, Re. And I'm sure of it."

" It looks like you're exhausted, go! go into the room" Peter ordered. " No, before you agreed to go to the doctor with me!" let Rachel insist.

" How many times have I told you, I'm not sick, damn it!" Peter is tired of explaining over and over again, forced to pull Rachel and push her into the room.

Chequek! the door was locked, Peter locked Rachel in his room. Tonight they should separate rooms, calm their hearts.

" Peter, please listen to my advice. You suddenly turned into a monster, and I didn't like it." The door buzz was heard a few times. However, Peter did not heed and passed by.

Tonight, he'll sleep in the basement. "Kee, go home by yourself. Tomorrow, lead all the meetings. I'll be on leave for two days." said Peter when he saw Keenan still sitting, waiting.

" Okay, sir!"

TB

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