The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 15 ~ Perfectly Curved

The man then got up to his feet, walking away leaving Ayla who still felt a little claustrophobic when spelled out useless. Marvel has often said that phrase. But the pain remains the same, not lessened at all.

"I'll try to remember it." Ayla's words successfully diverted Marvel's attention.

Ayla stood up, walking straight towards her husband. "You want me to remember quickly, right? Then, you should give me freedom, let me return to my world. Isn't that one way to get my memory back?"

"You think I'm stupid? That way you intend to get out of my grasp right?"

Ayla took her breath. "I'll stay here."

Marvel raised his eyebrows, then smiled witfully. He clasped his wife's chin and then pulled her up to look up.

"You don't have the right to negotiate with me" he said with both hazel eyes staring straight at Ayla's brown eyes. A while the two stared at each other, Ayla's fear seemed to disappear somewhere.

Inwardly, Marvel felt challenged, never before had anyone dared to look at him like that. He can see the anger in two beautiful beads belonging to Ayla.

The man who first cut off his gaze, pushed Ayla's chin, turned around and walked towards the bathroom. "I want to get out of here" the girl screeches back to stop her steps.

Marvel pulled the corner of his left lip. "Sit in silence and wait for me patiently .. or you'll know for yourself the consequences." The man did not turn his head, he only warned him, knowing he would not listen.

"Let's see, do you still dare to look at me like that later," he said as he closed the bathroom door.

After Marvel was lost behind the door, Ayla's two neutrals began to glance back and forth, as if the slightest gap to escape would not pass.

There are so many real gaps. The first is the main door, the second is the balcony door, and some glass windows.

Couldn't he have escaped easily? she thought with a small smile.

"Outside there is a bodyguard, try the balcony first" he murmured.

Clamps .. clamps, clamps, clamps.

"It's so annoying, why do we have to lock it?" muttered the girl again with a slap.

His attenuation turned on the glass window, but similarly, everything was tightly locked and the girl could not open it at all. "Argh," screeches frustrated.

"Do I have to break this glass?"

"No, no. That'll cause a commotion."

"Lock, yes, key. I need to find the balcony lock. It must be in one of these drawers."

The girl then crouched down, pulling the nightstand drawer one by one. But he found nothing. "Damn, why is there nothing here."

Suddenly the lights of the room turned red, flickering and making Ayla confused.

"Invaders, intruders." The sound of a voice out of nowhere further added to the girl's confusion.

Within seconds, all that red light was pointed at him. Feeling this was a danger signal, Ayla immediately dodged. No matter the things that fall down that he accidentally hit.

But the lights continued to follow him until he had to fall down because he hit the sofa. And all the lights came together and aimed back at him.

Anxious, afraid, everything melted into one. His body started to shake again. Slowly the ceiling of the room opened, from there appeared a knife that immediately shot quickly.

Shuttts.

"Akhh," Ayla screeched as she closed her eyes. The movement of the knife was so fast that he panicked unable to dodge.

Suddenly he opened his eyes and was shocked to see Marvel who had overstretched him with a very close distance.

"Akkh, uhm, uhm." The girl shouted, but was immediately silenced by Marvel. The man's left hand immediately pulled the blanket until his body was perfectly covered.

Mouth silenced mouth, would not it be faster to make people silent? Just look, the woman below is finally no longer rebellious.

Slowly he took off his silence. Just now Ayla was about to open her voice was again silenced again until the man looked up after a while.

"Calm down, the system's still after you. Be quiet! After five minutes if there is no movement all will return to normal." Marvel whispered and looked back down with her head positioned in the recess of Ayla's neck.

"What's the need for a position like this?" ayla asked with a trembling voice, even her body was still trembling in fear. Somehow seeing the knife that leads to him, makes him feel afraid. Like he had experienced something similar.

Marvel did not reply, the man deepened his head. "Scent," the man's inner self while sniffing Ayla's long hair.

And despite being amused, Ayla was unable to do anything. He should be able to hold on for the next few minutes.

"Will the system attack you? Didn't you create it?"

"Sstt, quiet. They're going to keep attacking me because someone has triggered them" Marvel replied lying.

Actually, the system will only attack foreigners with suspicious behavior. While he himself will not be attacked, he lied because he wanted to make this woman regret for daring to look at him giddy earlier.

While Ayla started flickering, the warm embrace of Marvel made her lulled and sleepy. Understandably, after crying, of course the eyes will be swollen and susceptible to drowsiness.

"No, you can't sleep!" the girl shook her head.

But this small movement actually makes Marvel hot cold. The movement that made the man feel was sniffing the niche of the girl's neck.

"Shut up!" he nodded with a heavy voice.

Ayla was silent, but silence made her sleepy again. Slowly his eyes closed, he was sure that despite falling asleep this cruel man would wake him up and throw him out.

Until a few minutes later. Regular roars of breath began to be heard by Marvel's ears. "Is this woman asleep?" muttered.

Feeling that things were safe, Marvel slowly got up and put away the blanket that covered them both.

His gaze turned to the girl below him. Her eyes were covered with beautiful lashes. Her face was smooth and gentle naturally without any make up, making the man who was staring at her for a long time feel a strange swish in his heart.

In a hurry he shook his head. His hand was raised to slap this woman to wake up. But he did not reach the heart, the hand actually landed gently and rubbed the delicate face of the woman.

Slowly but surely, the man looked down. Smear both eyes that appear swollen and swollen. She knew this woman was crying because of her.

Unknowingly his lips curved perfectly. It is no longer the grin next to the lips, but the arches on both sides that look beautiful. The two neutrals continued to stare at the perfect sculpture in front of him, a beautiful face that was shaded while asleep.

His hand was raised, slowly rubbing Ayla's lips that were injured because of him. He smiled again, there was no guilt in his heart. What is there is a sense of pride because the women who were in elu-elu the men one year ago are now in his grasp.

Slowly he got up, moved to Ayla's side. And using both hands as a pillow, looking at the ceiling of the room that had raged earlier. Then he recalled his conversation with his friends.

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Tbc.

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