Woman, Don't Go From Me

CH - 01

"your name is Citra Maharani?"

A tall man blocked the steps of a petite sweet girl. The girl looked at the man in front of her.

"do I know you?" The girl named Citra narrowed her eyes.

"Hey lady.Reply if I ask! Shut up if I haven't allowed you to answer..!" Stuck the man in a high tone.

"Haha.. who are you? yes I am Citra Maharani, what business are you looking for me for?" ask Citra challenging.

"Good.."

The man suddenly pulled out a handkerchief in his pants pocket and smothered Citra's mouth. The image that had revolted in an instant was helpless. His head felt in the sting of a swarm of forest bees, dizzy beyond measure. It did not take long for his body to fall in the arms of a foreign man in front of him. With a grin the man carried the defenseless body of Citra into somewhere.

The hospital parking lot was quiet, so the man thought no one had seen them. But the estimate missed, since then a pair of eyes watched him and now continue to follow where the man took Citra away.

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A rough breath resuscitated the image from his stupor. His heavy eyes forced him to open slowly. Faintly he saw the shadow of the man who was opening one by one the buttons of his shirt. He was so surprised by the man's treatment. He already knew what his fate would be like if he did not fight back.

PLAKK!!! "what are you doing!!" The image gathered its strength to slap the man's cheek leaving a scarlet mark on his skin.

The man gripped Citra's mouth and her next hand did not remain silent. The burly hand grabbed both of Citra's hands and locked them. The image of a petite body can not dwell on the attack of a man in front of him, plus his body is still weak due to the drugs he got.

"will not.." Sneer the man who uncovers the Citra shirt and insinuates his body.

"don't.." Immediately the cry Citra broke. it looks already the weak side of the woman. His world will end now. All his dreams he would never achieve. Her round of tears streaming down the river flooded her smooth white cheeks. Her cute face had no idea what it looked like now.

Meanwhile the man was busy stripping Citra naked, trying to break through the chastity of the poor woman who did not know what and why she was treated this way.

There's no point in that cute girl fighting back. He accepted the circumstances that might have been predestined.

The man stopped doing his brutal activities for a moment and looked at Citra with a surprised face.

"are you a virgin?"

"please don't do it.." Feeling there is a fresh breeze The image whines and squeezes. Wishing that man would change his evil thoughts to her.

But it was unexpected that the man actually smirked with his evil face.

"Good be it. Let it be destroyed." he said firmly. He broke into the crown that Citra had been protecting.

I don't know what was wrong and his sin this cruel man really did not have tenderness. The glare of his eyes seemed to harbor a deep hatred for the girl named Citra Maharani. The poor girl could only cry out wailing her fate. Her beautiful eyes were closed so as not to see the face of a young man in front of her. His pride is gone. I don't know what he will be able to explain to Haris, his girlfriend who is now out of town.