Adult Male Love Prisoner
CHAPTER 4 - The True Hell.

Tonight, he needs some alone time. Mikhayla looked all over her body and asked. Why not just himself who was injured, either luck or even a punishment he only suffered small injuries that did not even hurt.

Either because it was covered with such overwhelming fear, or indeed God was guarding it. Mikhayla was even able to stand up without anyone's help, she stared at the cityscape from the 21st floor of the hospital.

The view of the city at night was so beautiful, the glittering lights that coloring momentarily comforted his eyes. Mikhayla was speechless, her mind was dancing and her heart ache said to jump.

"If Papa doesn't care, then why should I live? People have also been judging me badly .. never mind, your future Khayla stops here."

Mikhayla smiled bitterly that night, having previously had such a heated argument with the Papa. In the end Mikhayla decided to end her life. Not only was he afraid of things that would happen in the future, but his guilt was overwhelming to the woman.

"God found me with that woman, my mistake was too big . although I know maybe my forgiveness will not be accepted, but at least I tried."

Mikhayla's mind was too muddled that she could no longer discern anything logical or not. An unusually strong gust of wind greeted his face, Mikhayla's hair hovering until the woman rippled a little actually..

Just looking down, Mikhayla's heart was already shaking, her head hurt. But that night his determination was unanimous and uncontested. If only Mikhail had embraced her like Zia, perhaps Mikhayla would have thought twice.

"Bismillah!!!"

He closed his eyes, Mikhayla spontaneously cried out in his heart. Yes, he remembered God, and this was one of those crazy things he did. He was afraid of death, but Mikhayla felt that the world was no longer good.

Alka who he thought was a warm man and would always take care of him was not so, as well as his friends, all the same. Not to mention, now Mikhail apparently chose not to care more and more make Mikhayla persever in this decision.

Resigned, he freed his body to plunge without burden. With tears drenching her beautiful face, Mikhayla closes her life tonight.

Brucks

Strange, the fall is fast. Mikhayla even felt this too fast and the fall was not out because the wind no longer felt. Someone pulls him over and thwarts Mikhayla's plan, but it's even stranger when Mikhayla senses everything suddenly going dark and she starts having trouble breathing.

"Bring him in," said one of the men there, it was quite difficult for them to sneak in while guarding off guard.

His body looked limp in the sling of the all-black man. After they tried to kidnap this girl, in a short time it can be concluded if their target is not a random person.

The two men hurried away with the petite woman. Whether they want to be flanked, obviously their job is only to bring the woman to the residence of the boss.

"Open up? Or leave it closed like this, boss?"

"Let it go, our job is just to take him away..don't let it go, it could be that he's still conscious."

"When he dies how?" asked the man suddenly hesitated, the article that gave the order was a Keyvan Wilantara, as well as suicide if it was not to his liking.

"No, you're stupid or what? Like just this time," upset the tattooed man with the stocky body was so angry.

The car was driving away from the hospital at high speed, the traffic was not as crowded as it was this afternoon. It is likely that they will arrive soon enough, feeling nervous and afraid of being beat up because of this task they did for so long.

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The mattress is soft, warm and wait for this room to smell good. Mikhayla's eyes slowly blinked, this room was so luxurious and majestic. Fancier than his room, is this heaven?

"Aarrgghhh, "" Mikhayla said, still feeling pain in her head, not a broken leg or a crumbling tulanh in her body.

For a few minutes he stared around the room, there was only him alone here. Her clothes were still the same, exactly the ones she wore before committing suicide. Until his gaze was fixed on the photo displayed on the nightstand, he did not identify with certainty the couple with the bridal outfit.

Chequelek

Mikhayla's gaze turned on the door that seemed to be opened from the outside. His chest was rumbling, his mind was already running everywhere. Is it possible that the angel in charge of asking the question has arrived? But when he buried her, Mikhayla's brain really hurt.

Mikhayla's body froze, the angel she saw so handsome. But why did his face look unfriendly, Mikhayla hugged his knees. For some reason the man's gaze made him extraordinarily afraid.

"Four hours, long hours of sleep." Her voice sounded cold piercing Mikhayla's joints.

"You w-who?"

"You don't need to know who I am, but obviously .. I'm just demanding responsibility to the man who took the lives of my son and wife."

Deg

This was not heaven, nor hell as he had expected. Mikhayla was deathly pale, her body seemed dead and powerless to shift even for a moment.

"M-sorry .. Don't hurt me, for God's sake I didn't mean to hurt anyone that night" Mikhayla curled her palms in haste.

The man's move was getting closer, indeed not bluffing but Mikhayla's soul who was indeed feeling guilty was clearly feeling tremendous fear.

"You think an apology can bring my wife back? Hm? Until your tongue breaks, they won't come back, little boy!! Understand?!!"

Keyvan gripped Mikhayla's chin until her tiny face turned red. For whatever reason Mikhayla was afraid, she tried to rebel but as quickly as possible Keyvan eroded the distance until Mikhayla had difficulty moving.

"I'm ready to go to jail, I'll take responsibility for what I did .. t-but please let me go, I won't run away from responsibility," said Mikhayla tried to make a sound even though his tongue felt unusually stiff.

"Jail?" the man suddenly chuckled and it frightened Mikhayla even more.

"Fine ... My papa is rich enough to pay his fine," added Mikhayla doubtful in fact, as a few hours ago the papa had clearly said he was going to hands off.

"Currently, do I look like a cash-strapped man in your eyes? If it's just money and prison, there's no way you're in my room right now, Mi-khay-la." The man smiled sinisterly with his eyes revealing a tremendous amount of anger.

Having no other way, the frightened Mikhayla could only cry and cry. The grip on his chin was getting more painful, the man seemed to be enjoying the pain Mikhayla was feeling.

"Crying, I love a whiny woman who can only cry like you" whispered Keyvan to Mikhayla until she fell on the bed.

"Father!!!" mikhayla shouted as she closed her eyes, she tried to crawl to avoid Keyvan who had been looking at her while standing up.

"Pampered child apparently," said the man as he continued to look at the target of his anger trying to survive, slightly comforting his wounded soul after Liora left for good.

"Cry, cry before I'm out!!!" it became more and more Mikhayla actually followed the man's orders, she cried out of fear.

- To Be Continue