The Truth Or Dare? (Stuck in Love Killer Psychopath)

Frans Mask

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"Frans, off." Barbara tried to push Frans' body away when Frans had hugged her for too long.

Frans according, he loosened his embrace.

"Frans, I'm asking to be released not just loosened." 'Barbara protested.

"No, baby. I'll never let you go." Frans ngotong.

"Geez, what the hell do you want?" Barbara kept trying to encourage Frans to let go but was not successful at all.

"I want you." Frans looked into Barbara's eyes.

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I don't know why Barbara's heart is beating so fast.

"I don't want to." Barbara refused firmly.

"You should know Bar, I can't accept rejection. The more you refuse me, the more persistent I will be in any way." Frans said as if threatening.

"Kok is maksa. The feeling can't be forced Frans." Barbara advised Frans.

"You can't feel forced, your body can. And in the end the feeling will only follow the owner of the body." Frans did not give up.

"It's not that easy, Frans." Barbara began to speak softly.

I don't know but it feels like he's getting comfortable greeting Frans.

"It's not easy, is it? It can't." Frans is now releasing his embrace.

He got off the bed, walked to the door and locked the door.

Barbara was limp in place, dashed was her hope of escape.

Frans then took off his shirt and put it at the end of the bed. He grabbed a cigarette from his pants pocket and was about to burn it.

"Frans don't smoke." Barbara protest.

Frans misunderstood. He kept his cigarette and approached Barbara.

"You care about me Bar. You don't want to see me sick." Frans fused his forehead with Barbara.

Barbara let out a rough breath.

"Kok even this pedicab son." Barbara.

"Frans, I forbid you to smoke not care about you. But because I can't smoke cigarettes. Could die." Barbara pushed Frans rudely away.

Frans became sad. He sat in front of Barbara on the same bed.

Barbara was puzzled by Frans' rapid change in expression.

Looks like Frans has more than one face.

"I want you to Bar. I want to belong to you." Frans said it himself.

"You don't want me. You actually want something Felix has." Barbara refuted Frans' words.

Frans now smiled cynically, and looked at Barbara with a striped look.

"God, take my life. He's even more horrified than Felix." Barbara asked in her heart.

"You want to know, why would I want to compete with him?" Frans said a question that of course made Barbara curious.

"What's? Look out for reasons that don't make sense." Barbara pointed fiercely at Frans' face.

Frans now smiled sweetly at Barbara's funny behavior.

"Because she's my sister." Frans said slowly.

"Crazy." Barbara was hysterical.

"The story's a long bar." Frans said it himself.

Now he sat down slightly bent and grasped each other's hands tightly.

"Yes, it's been shortened." Barbara originally said.

Frans even laughed a little, responding to another meaning of the word Barbara that leads to perverted things.

"Mama I used to be Papa's mistress. Papa she married Mama she was almost two years old but had no children. Finally Papa he started looking for other women who can give him offspring, finally met my Mama. They then had a forbidden relationship until a year later I was born. My mother never knew of this forbidden relationship. When I was three, Felix was born. Grace was indeed for the two old men. Slowly, Papa began not to care about us. For one moment, her mother had already adopted a boy who was the same age as me." Frans paused for a moment and looked at Barbara.

Barbara sparkled, enthusiastic to hear all Frans' words.

Frans finally resumed his words.

"The father disagrees and does not like the same child. But Mama's kekeh wants to adopt that child. Finally Papa was angry and left the house, back to my Mama's house. But that doesn't mean that Papa is kind and affectionate with us. His papa just soin Mama I'm just venting his lust. Then slowly Papa is also as many women. I held it all until I was fifteen years old and I killed my own mother. Mama I'm too naive and trust her Papa." Frans stopped his words again.

Barbara's upset. Barbara doesn't like people who tell half stories.

Frans continued his words again.

"It turns out that same day he killed his Papa Mama. That's what makes me want to keep competing with him. I'm angry why I only have one man to kill and he can have two." Frans has completely stopped his word.

Barbara felt sorry.

Barbara approached Frans and slowly hugged him.

"Don't be sad." Barbara calms Frans.

Barbara was fierce and brave, but she also had a soft heart.

Frans felt comfortable his pesky Barbara embrace instead of angling her stiffening lower body.

"Bar, please. I want to." Frans asked Barbara as if Barbara was his woman.

Barbara immediately let go of her embrace.

"No. You are crazy. It's true said Felix yes, you wear a mask everywhere." Barbara berates Frans and angers Frans.

Frans slowly approached Barbara, and Barbara retreated backwards.

"Frans don't mess around or I scream." Barbara threatened while pointing at Frans' face.

"Squeak away. I was just waiting for you to scream under me." Frans quickly pulled Barbara's leg and climbed directly on Barbara's body.

Barbara shook her head strongly.

Brutally Frans fucked Barbara.

"Frans I beg you, don't." Barbara pleaded and sobbed.

"Sstt." Frans attached a knife that had been in her hand since when it was on Barbara's lips.

Then he again fondled Barbara's body gently and tore through Barbara's clothes with his knife.

Frans paused for a moment and looked at Barbara's half-plain body.

It was hot, that's what Frans felt.

Barbara cried without a sound, her tears flowing profusely. Frans is no longer pity.

"Sttts. Don't cry, dear. It won't hurt." Frans wiped Barbara's tears with her lips.

Slowly he returned to fondle Barbara gently, making Barbara now go hooked.

Barbara's body reacted even though her heart was pushing hard. Barbara clutched the mattress underneath.

Frans took off Barbara's underwear with her knife.

Too beautiful, that's what Frans had in mind.

"I want you to be Bar." Frans paused for a moment and then stared fixedly at every curve of the body that was perfectly exposed in front of him.

Frans grabs her cell phone and takes a picture of Barbara's innocent body. Barbara tried to avoid, but the more evasive, Frans became more passionate and continued to photograph her from all sides. Remember, Frans is a photographer.

"Don't Frans I beg you. I don't want to hurt Felix." Barbara pleaded again, trying to get out of bed.

But quickly his legs were pulled back by Frans, especially after hearing the name Felix, his anger was mounting.

...~ *To Be Continue ~...

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