The 9th Consort the Ruler

Chapter 8

A month later, living in the mansion, Adam treated him well. And the workers there too.

Laras walked quickly following Kim's steps, the big madam wanting to meet him. Fear had already enveloped Laras' heart before he even met her.

Anne leaned back to relax in the long chair, enjoying the sunshine of the day by her swimming pool.

" Mistress," said Kim, bowing respectfully.

Anne looked up, she got up from where she was sitting.

Laras also looked down to show his respect. Anne looked at Laras with hate.

"The great concubine has finally paid a visit to my place, do you not know manners! Every concubine of Adam always came here to serve me, then what makes you different heh!"

Laras looked down in fear.

Sorry, sorry, Madam. I don't know.

Laras moved his hand, trying to explain what he wanted to talk about. Anne grew angry, and threw a cup filled with hot tea to wet the body of Laras.

Ouch ... Heat.

Barrel rubbed the hot water that hit his body. Kim who saw it immediately helped Laras, giving a handkerchief that was always in his pocket.

"Mrs, please forgive Miss Laras. He did not understand such a thing," said Kim, he did not feel the heart to see Laras treated like this.

Anne glared sharply." Don't interfere with Kim, go! I'll take my guests around."

"But Madam, I-I

"I said go!" Shouted Anne.

Kim could no longer refute, however he was only an employee in this mansion. He could not dispute his superior orders. Kim looked down respectfully, before passing he had a look of pity at his master's concubine.

"Throw Him!"

Two of Anne's bodyguards dragged the little body of Laras, throwing her into the pool there.

Agb ... A. please, Madam please save me.

Looking at the Dazzling barrel, Anne smiled grinning. The pool water rippled violently, Laras continued to raise his hand so as not to drown.

The girl who was no longer a virgin kept screaming for help, even though no one heard her. The barrel continued to move, until he was exhausted and lost consciousness. Seeing that Anne told her men to lift Laras' body, she did not want to let the woman die easily.

The two guards who had been dragging Laras, now entered the pool. Lifting that small body, bringing it to the edge. The barrel lay on the tile with a pale face.

"Make her aware, then take her to the back room" Anne said as she passed.

"Good Mistress."

The two women performed CPR on the barrel, until the poor woman coughed and spewed water from her mouth.

Baras coughed with a sound like a choked toad, eyes plucked. He hit his own chest, with a stinging breath.

Ah .... Thank you for saving me.

Laras spoke with the look in his eyes, looking at a woman crouching beside him. The barrel felt relieved to be able to breathe again, but the relief did not last long.

The large-bodied woman who was beside him, dragged Laras.

Aghs! Pain please let me go!

Baras shrieked loudly in silence, and Laras' pale hand held back his strongly pulled hair. The woman dragged Laras by pulling the black hair of Laras, with Laras' supine position trying to rebel. He grimaced with pain on his back, which hit the marble floor.

"Shut up, you mute!" Snapping the woman who was walking behind Laras, he kicked the foot of the poor girl who kept rebelling.

Please, let go of me, cried Laras.

The two people did not care about Laras who looked in pain, they continued to drag the already helpless limp body.

Laras' body was thrown away, he complained, as his back hit the wall of the dark room. Baras shivered, he hugged himself.

"Hello Miss mute, how about your morning bath? Refreshing is not."

Anne bowed slightly, so that she could look at Laras well in the dimness of the room. Laras lifted his face, looking at Anne pleading.

Madam, please let me go.

Laras moved his hand that was trembling with coldness, hoping that the big madam would understand what he wanted to say.

"What did you say? You thirsty? Ah .. I forgot to host this important guest," he said with a smirk.

Laras shook his head quickly.

No, madam, no. I just want to go back to my room, please.

"The waiter brought the orange water here!" Shouted Anne. He straightened his body, and took a few steps back.

A man carries a bucket of water filled with fresh lemon slices, and...

Byur

Water mixed with ice cubes that wander the body Laras. The long-haired woman wavered, her already shivering body growing cold.

"Mahaha ... Hows it? You likey?"

Laras shook his head, he rubbed his face and eyes were hot, hit by the lemon water. Feeling less satisfied, seeing Laras. Anne looked one hand to the side, the servant who understood immediately gave her master a small whip.

Cets

The whip landed smoothly on Laras' arm, leaving a long gaping wound on his arm.

Agh ...! The screech was without a sound, only a tiny, blue mouth opened.

Anne smiled, she again swung the one-meter-long whip made from the snake's skin.

"For J***ng like you, Adam no longer comes to this mansion!"

"Dead you, dead!"

Anne was so excited to swing her whip, Laras could only resign. Screaming was free, only tears that made the wound feel painful. Cold sweat mixed with the squeeze of lemon water that had flushed the small body of Laras, making his wounds many times more painful.

Forgive me, madam, forgive me.

Laras groans, pleading for Anne's mercy with her hands fused in her chest. Anne did not care, she even with the heart to kick Laras stomach.

Anne's chest rose and fell with a confident breath, she vented her frustration at Laras. It is not wrong that poor woman if Adam never came to Anne, before the Larasati Adam was already rarely visited the Anne mansion.

"Madam, it looks like she has learned a lesson" said a middle-aged woman, bowing slightly behind Anne.

"Know what you are! Are you defending him yes!" Snapped Anne

"No Madam, of course not. But I'm afraid you'll be angry to see the scar on her body" the woman tried to explain to Anne that she didn't misunderstand.

"Aghb ... Damn basic J***ng dirty, troublesome."

Anne made her whip just like that, staring cynically at the beautiful concubine who was curled up in pain.

"Don't think it's the end of your pain, it's just beginning Baras, it's just beginning" Anne said, repressed, angry and resentful in her eyes.

"Obati wound, use the medicine that I used to use so that the wound heals quickly. That way I can play with him again."

"Okay, ma'am" replied the woman.

Anne passed away leaving the room, Laras could only stare at the back of the great Mistress with a gaze that was hard to decipher. He's angry, upset. But Laras also knows he has no right to it.

The middle-aged woman approached Laras, watching the woman's bawling.

"Pity your fate, son, you shouldn't be here, if you don't want to end up like the previous concubines."