The Prisoner of the Sadistic Master

Son Shot Ryan

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Ryan was silent at the funeral this morning.

Andra Dalton, Ryan's friend, was sad to see his best friend continue to reflect with a blank look.

If you remember who Andra is. She is a close friend of Ryan from abroad, this woman loves Ryan with all her heart but her love is unrequited because Ryan really only considers her as a friend.

Verily Andra felt sorrow mixed with pleasure. Sad to see Ryan who does not show a happy attitude at all, but happy because the woman who loved Ryan aka his biggest rival is gone.

It may sound cruel and evil. But it was all because he really loved Ryan so sincerely.

Andra held onto Ryan's shoulder, "Ryan. Never mind... You don't get dissolved in such grief. Your wife will also be sad to see you like this."

Ryan didn't budge and just kept daydreaming. She lost hope in life, and no more Vie is the same as no more love in her life.

Seeing that made Andra even more sad and concerned. In another thought, Andra was looking for a way to win Ryan's heart. She couldn't be outdone by a countrywoman like that lower-class Vie, who was clearly inversely proportional to her being in the high-class among women who had been close to Ryan.

After the funeral and burial was over. All the guests who attended came home, indeed, not many were present at this event because the colonials were also busy revamping their home state to draw up the latest plan to expel the existence of Japan and then re-occupy Indonesia.

***

Ryan went home with Andra to his house. Empty atmosphere.

The body of Nippon's body, which had been in the living room, was cleaned and dumped into the river by Ryan's members, who then began to clean the house from the blood that was splattered.

Because the night has come. Andra slept in the guest room while Ryan was still settling in the mini bar adjacent to the living room. He drank old wine brutally.

Ryan looked towards the exact direction Vie was wielding by Nippon, the memory of Vie's death re-reviewed in his view. Ryan came back crying and clutching his chest which was very tight and sliced by the incident. She could not bear Vie's gaze enduring the pain one last time while looking at her.

Ryan hit his head in frustration and then hit his chest, "Vie..." Sleek Ryan.

Because the house is so empty that Ryan's cries are heard in every corner of the house, and even up to Andra's room.

Andra who heard Ryan's cry also cried, Andra was very hurt to see Ryan suffer. He felt that Ryan was really devastated right now.

And Andra... What could he have done? He doesn't know what to do?

Andra also ventured to approach Ryan. How astonished Andra saw how many bottles of liquor Ryan drank.

Soon Andra takes the fifth bottle that Ryan is about to finish. "Ryan enough! Don't be stupid Ryan! Be aware!"

Suddenly Ryan looked at Andra with a faint look. He came back crying, "It's all my fault Andra... My fault... Because I'm he's gone... L'm... I'm..."

Andra hugged Ryan. His heart was deeply broken seeing this situation, "I beg you... Don't do this..."

***

Ryan returned to his country.

It was only 2 days after the death of his dear wife and he had killed 50 of his weak and troublesome workers.

"Sir... Don't kill me..." Say it while worshiping.

Ryan looked at the man in silence very coldly. The man was holding a son. The boy just kept quiet, looking at Ryan flat without fear.

Ryan who saw the boy smiled coldly, how could this child not be afraid of him at all while his father was already frightened while bending his knees?

"J-if I die, this kid will be T-master's orphan. His mother died while giving birth to him... K-ku please sir. I-I'm sorry..." Please, the man fell at Ryan's feet.

Ryan looked towards the boy, who according to the estimated age seemed to be 10 years old.

Ryan pointed his gun at his father's head, but the boy remained silent and looked flat at what was going to happen to his father.

At the age of 10, every child knows about death and fear. They are more mature because they are demanded by their cruel era. But this child, he did not feel at all afraid and trepidation and instead looked at his father coldly.

Ryan looked at the boy, "Why are you quiet? Wouldn't you be afraid if I killed him and might as well kill you?" The boy looked at Ryan and didn't answer, he just kept quiet.

Ryan squatted down and saw this kid clingy. Really brave... Or maybe mute?

Pud

Ryan nudged hard at the boy's side, making the boy squeal, "Are you crazy?!"

The deg!

The courage of this child reminds him of something. Yup, to himself. He looks like he's reflecting on this kid.

Ryan stared at this sharp kid, "You dare with me hm?"

"certain. Why should I be afraid?" He said with a cold and flat look.

Ryan was a little amused by this kid. Might as well...

'What if I keep it?' inner Ryan.

Ryan lifted the boy's father's head with the tip of the gun, "Give this kid to me. And you survived."

Ryan thought the boy's father would hold his son back because of the close family ties. But Ryan was wrong...

The man immediately nodded quickly. Ryan was a little surprised by the father of this child, how could he hand over his child so easily? He was terrified if he died leaving his son alone.

Is it possible that this child was only used as a shield for this man?

Ryan came back to see this kid. His gaze was sharp yet like there was a void within him. The look of hatred was in this child like a smoldering fire in his eyes.

It seems to be true what Ryan thought. There are similarities between him and this boy.

Ryan stood up, and

Dorr

Ryan shot the father dead and the boy just kept quiet despite the splash of blood on his shirt.

"Hei boy's. Follow me," Ryan said to the boy who was greeted by a nod of the head by the boy.

And from then on Ryan educated the boy into the same person he seemed to be. It is cruel and cruel.