The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 34 ~ Trauma Ayla

The day changed, the shining sun showed its power. Light up the earth without being prevented. It was a very bright morning.

A couple still coiled under the blanket. The man hugged the woman tightly, as if if he had taken off for a moment then the woman would have disappeared. While the woman looks not calm even though the two beautiful neutrals are tightly closed.

In Ayla's subconscious, there was suddenly a lion jumping towards her. "Don't! Don't come any closer, don't!" the woman muttered while shaking her head. Making the husband who is deeply disturbed also sleep even though the voice of the wife is almost like whispering.

"Don't! No, don't come any closer! Akh."

"Lala? What's up, honey?"

"No, no, no, torch."

Marvel looked confused, especially now the wife was crying in her sleep. "Dear, wakeup. What's up, hem?" call her while gently shaking Ayla's arm.

Slowly both beautiful brown eyes opened. The first thing he saw was a handsome face that was unlucky for him.

"Akhhh, go!" his screams rasped as he got up and moved randomly until he would unknowingly fall out of bed if Marvel did not catch him immediately.

"Deliver! Unhand me!" strangled again but Marvel did not directly comply. The man hugged the wife's body and moved her to a safe position despite Ayla's continued rebellion.

The woman shuffled, hugging her innocent body under the covers. Tears continued to flow and a twinkle of fear was evident from his two worried eyes.

Marvel is getting confused. Moreover, he only realized that the two palms of the wife were being bandaged. Reflexes alone he grabbed both hands, but again the rejection he received. Ayla slammed and pushed him while shouting but with her voice almost gone.

That adds to Marvel's confusion, did anything happen while he was outside? The man clenched his hand while catching a wider bandage attached to Ayla's calf.

Is Lala hurt? And he didn't realize it at all?

"Stupid," said Marvel inwardly, his wife was hurt and he was only concerned with desire. It should be able to withstand even under the influence of the fragrance of the room.

"Lala, honey. What the hell happened to you?" ask her very gently. But Ayla flinched, the woman clutched tightly onto the blanket that covered her body. With a trembling body, the woman continued muttering. "Don't .. don't ...."

Marvel rattled her hair fretting. Then immediately pick up his clothes and wear them original. When opening the door there was already Alya and walking back and forth in front there.

"Hm." Marvel cleared his throat to attract the attention of the waiter.

"Master, how's the madam?"

"You help my wife get better first."

Alya nodded, intending to go straight inside the madam's room.

"After you're done, gather in the living room! You have to tell me what happened last night in as much detail as possible!" add Marvel by emphasizing its voice. As if it cannot be denied, let alone lied to.

Alya nodded obediently. "Good, Sir. Then I enter first," Alya replied while saying goodbye.

The girl went into the mistress' room and was immediately flabbergasted by the condition of the room which was far from okay.

Moreover, he saw Ayla sitting curled up at the head of the bed with a trembling body. "Oh my goodness, Ayla. What's wrong with you?"

Ayla was unmoved, even Alya had not managed to make the woman's consciousness return. "Ayla," called her as she approached her friend.

"No, go! Go!" Again, the woman refused all the attention of others. Alya did not give up, he continued to approach until he managed to grab both hands of Ayla who rebelled.

"What's wrong with you? It's Alya, your Alya brother." Hearing Alya's sister's words made Ayla stop her hand from revolting. The woman looked up for the sake of getting an answer as to whether this was really her Alya sister.

Seeing that it was really Alya, Ayla immediately hugged the girl. Not caring about his innocent body, he just needed a warm hug right now.

"What's up, Ay?" asked Alya who also felt sick when she saw Ayla's messy state.

Ayla shook her head, still harboring her own fear.

"Well, what if you take a shower first?" Ayla nodded, though feeling comfortable for Alya but she remained reluctant to make a sound.

Submissively the woman followed Alya's steps, walking slowly towards the bathroom Alya had prepared. There are wheelchairs ready to use. But Ayla did not want to wear it, the woman shook her head when Alya took her to sit on the wheeled chair.

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Alya grimaced when staring at the innocent body of the friend and his master. Not yet healed whip wounds, plus scratches that are still wet. Now more red bruised scars the rest of the romance that Alya believes was very painful for Ayla last night.

Unknowingly tears trickled down as he gave a cushion to Ayla's left calf that should not be exposed to water. Unimaginable how his life if becoming Ayla, the girl who previously hailed many men now live to suffer under the auspices of a ruthless mafia.

"What hurts?" alya asked gently while rubbing the woman's back.

Ayla shook her head, the woman closed her eyes but the image of the pouncing lion instantly filled her vision. "Akh," he screeches without a sound.

Alya was even slightly surprised by Ayla's sudden movements. He could see the madam crying in silence, tears flowing from the two corners of the pretty eyes.

"Sstt, relax. There's a big brother here, no one can hurt you" Alya persuaded as she leaned Alya's head against her chest. While Ayla could only nod lightly, she pressed her hand against the warm embrace.

"It seems I should tell Austin's doctor and ask him to send a psychologist here" Alya said as she stroked Ayla's hair.

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"Tell me what happened last night!" tell Marvel to some of the servants and bodyguards standing in front of him. Actually he could have seen everything from CCTV, but he wanted to see the honesty of the servants and bodyguards and the most important thing was to make sure anyone who was suitable for him to place on the side of the wife.

"After you leave, Miss Audi replaces you to punish your mistress, Sir," Alya said.

While the others were silent, let alone the two bodyguards assigned to escort Ayla to the cage.

"He asked that the madam be locked up with Leo and his friend."

Marvel growling. "And you obey him?" he screamed with an echo.

"I'm sorry, sir," said the waiter and the bodyguard there simultaneously, all lowered their heads in fear.

Marvel took a heavy breath, on one hand was his beloved sister, on the other was his long-lost childhood love.

"You two."

The two bodyguards who were escorting Ayla flinched, did the master know that they were the ones on duty.

"Why are you two so nervous?"

"Those who escorted the madam and locked her in the stable, sir," cried Daisy who did not want her intervention known to the master.

Marvel drew his sharp eyes upon hearing that explanation. "Where were you when my wife screamed for help?"

The two bodyguards were silent, not daring to answer because they were indeed negligent and too busy with their phones.

"Let them experience what happened to my wife. Brackets them up tomorrow at the cage next to Leo. If you survive, it's your luck," said Marvel, who was lying, the man never forgave the man he had decided to die. If saved, then in the end the person must die in another way. It was his way that not wanting the survivors would cultivate grudges later on.

"Lord, forgive us. We're just following Miss Audi's orders. Forgive us, sir."

"Your biggest mistake is obeying the orders of a little girl. Since when can my sister make a decision in this residence? By doing so, you disrespect me." Marvel moved his head, giving the code to take the two bodyguards away.

"For example, sir."

Marvel closed his eyes, unwilling to hear the sound of the scream until it disappeared itself swallowed by distance.

"Now bring Audi here!" marvel's word is indisputable.

A servant who was assigned ran towards the lady's room which turned out to be empty.

"Sir, Miss Audi is not in her room" the waiter said as she took a breath of her suffocation after running. Makes Marvel swerve coldly and sharply.

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TBC.

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