The Psychopath's Girlfriend Fraudster

The Psychopath's Girlfriend Fraudster
SPCPL#81



Diandra observed every room he passed by. Many people in black clothes were standing guard there, the state of the room was extremely majestic. Even grander than Richard's apartment which was fantastic.


"Where are we at?" ask Diandra.


Richard remained silent and continued to move toward a room whose entrance could only be accessed using Richard's fingerprints.


"Where the hell is this?" diandra asked again as Richard led her into a room.


"Huff...." Richard took a deep breath before explaining everything to Diandra.


"This is my base" Richard said, making Diandra look at Richard seriously and put her ears as wide as possible to listen to what Richard would explain.


"The place where I executed the man who would be my prey." Richard continued.


"Prey? What do you mean by prey?" diandra did not understand.


"After I say this I ask you please don't be afraid of me, because I won't hurt you." Richard replied which made Diandra even more confused.


"What do you mean?"


"I'm a psychopath."


Deg.


Diandra's heart felt like it was going to be dislodged hearing who Richard really was all this time.


"It's not just one person or two that I've killed. But there's been almost dozens of people both here and in America" Richard explained.


"No, that's not possible. You must be lying, right?" I can't believe what Richard said.


"I'm not lying, that's the truth. I'm a psychopath under the guise of a businessman and a bag maker." Richard said.


"Is it true that the wallet was made from Radit's heart?" ask Diandra to make sure.


"Yes that's right, I killed him myself because I didn't like what was already mine he took someone else." Richard replied.


"That means the person who caused the radite to disappear is you?"


"Yes it's me" Richard replied.


"Why did you do that, Radit wasn't wrong but I was wrong for using it."


"I don't care, want whoever's wrong you'll still be mine." Richard cheered.


After saying that Richard brought Diandra into a room again. There are many kinds of bags, wallets, shoes and other handicrafts. And if you look at it, the price must be fantastic.


"You see it all." have Richard point at the glass cabinet where his belongings are stored.


Diandra saw that, he walked up to the closet and observed one by one the items inside.


"It's all made of human organs."


Hearing that Diandra kept her body away from the closet. Diandra stared at the nanar of the closet, such a nice item turned out to be made from human body parts.


"Are you not thinking ahead?" ask Diandra.


"No, because I need it all for the safety of those around me." Richard replied.


"You mean?" confused Diandra.


"I need it all to channel my psychopathic soul that would have arisen if I hadn't killed anyone in a month" Richard explained, causing Diandra to stare at Richard in fear.


"No, that's not gonna happen. Because if I kill you, it's the same as killing myself." Richard replied.


"I won't hurt you or anyone closest to me." Richard continued.


"You don't fear me, I won't kill you or make you my victim." Richard walked up to Diandra and would hold his hand but was directly on the edge by Diandra.


"Don't touch me, you're a very dangerous man. Maybe now you say you won't touch me, but later if your psychopathic soul suddenly appears when it's just the two of us. Maybe I'm the one you're going to kill right then and there." Diandra stared intently at Richard.


"No, baby, don't talk like that. I love you I wouldn't do something like that. Even if it happens later it might be better if I'm going to kill myself instead of you." Richard replied reassuringly.


"OK I believe that, but can I ask you to leave your world?" pinta Diandra's.


"That can't be baby, this has become my world and I can't possibly leave this behind." Richard said.


"Then don't stop me from leaving your life." Diandra turned around and walked towards the exit of Richard's room.


"No dear, you won't be able to get out of here" Richard told Diandra.


"Open Richard's door." pinta Diandra.


"No dear, I won't let you go of my life because you are mine." Richard pulled Diandra's hand toward a room in his room.


"You want to say something, let me go." Diandra said.


"No, I'm not letting go of you. We'll play here until you get to your stomach there's my future successor." Richard said.


Richard threw Diandra onto his king-size bed and she immediately took off the suit she was wearing.


"Once I'm Richard, I'm out of here." Diandra said.


Richard removed the tie that tied around his neck and tied it to Diandra's hand.


"Once I'm Richard, you're crazy. Basically a crazy psychopath emmhh...."


Richard instantly silenced Diandra's mouth with his kiss. Richard kissed Diandra ferociously, and one hand held Diandra's hand over Diandra's head.


While the other hand tried to remove Diandra's clothes.


Richard let go of his kiss as he felt that Diandra's breath was thinning. Diandra took a deep breath before she would curse Richard.


"Let go of me Richard, you fucking Richard. Richard's a crazy psychopath." maki Diandra keeps rebelling on Richard's visit.


Richard just let him focus on making a lot of footprints around the neck and down towards Diandra's chest.


Richard did that to Diandra so many times that Diandra fell asleep helplessly and Richard still continued to pound Diandra.


Cup.


"I'm sorry baby, I'm doing this to keep you by my side."


"Quickly growing up in mommy's belly baby, Daddy's waiting for you." continued Richard kissed Diandra's flat stomach.


Richard really hopes in their activities this time can produce results. For Richard to have a reason to hold Diandra back from leaving his side.


After that Richard woke up and cleaned himself, and after he finished joining Diandra to sleep on his bed.


Without Richard knowing it turns out Diandra is awake. After making sure that Richard really fell asleep Diandra went straight from there. Diandra was able to get out of Richard's room because he knew that getting out was easy and there was no need to use Richard's fingerprints.


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