Dasha Taran's
Bastard

Dasha silently stared at herself in the mirror reflection of the dresser. He suddenly laughed strangely and rubbed his stomach, "Remember, if you're mama's son. You guys have to be strong. You don't want to be weak, you have to be strong from now on, until you are born and grow up. The world is so cruel that we also have to be cruel at certain times" Dasha said looking at her stomach inside the mirror as she gently rubbed her stomach with a bitter smile. His eyes did not let out tears but in his heart felt in the crust slowly mixed with a sense of tightness.

'You guys? Is the baby more than one? Twins!!"mike's mind frowned

Prokkk prokkk prokkk

Mike clapped his hands slowly as if pressing, making anyone who heard him swallow his saliva rough except Dasha Taran. walked over to Dasha who was staring at him in surprise who was unaware of Mike's presence on the balcony of the room. 'Since when was he on the balcony?'inner Dasha

"He wasn't even born into the world yet and he wasn't even born safe and you taught him to be cruel" Mike said, dramatically underestimating Dasha's misrepresentation of Dasha's speech

"What if he was born, would you hunt him down in the footsteps of his filthy mother? Yes you're right. He must be strong, someday he will be called an illegitimate child or 1000 fathers. She must be as mentally strong and shameless as her mother"sinist Mike without the slightest guilt, glanced at Dasha's stomach

Deg/Dasha tried to smile, "What is your business with my son? Don't interfere. Remember only 3 months you're not her father" Dasha said coldly

Mike grinned, "You're right!!.. He's not my son. I have no responsibility to protect him. I can only do the opposite, for example hurting your bastard son" Mike said without feeling a glance at Dasha's dislike of the stomach

Dasha clenched her hands tightly, biting her lower lip. Trying to resist the urge to cry out in anger and cursing the man who had no conscience beside him. She could only bite her lower lip holding back from letting out her emotions to cuss Mike "You hate me so much? Tomorrow I'll move out, and by the time of the divorce, I'll be seeing you when the time comes" Dasha cut off without looking at Mike

Deg/... Mike stared intently at Dasha, then approached Dasha who was still sitting at the dresser without even glancing at Mike. Mike pulled the rough hand of the woman who was his wife and threw her rough on the bed.

Brhukkkkkp..

"Fuck" Dasha said, rising up and retreating slowly, Mike who saw Dasha who was about to sit perfectly, pulled Dasha's leg and made her lie back on her back on the bed, then overpowered Dasha, Dasha's hand in a firm grip over her head, Mike also firmly gripped her jaw.

"Who do you think you are?"mike snapped right in front of Dasha's face "Get into my life and just blurred away? Hehe before you go and get out I'll give you a life you won't be able to forget for the rest of your life" pressed Mike looking down on Dasha.

Mike grinned at Dasha's sleeping clothes

Sreks....

Chum...

Dasha spat on Mike's face, "Bad jerk" Dasha said angrily with her eyes reddened. Mike quiet. Dasha made a big mistake, she had spat in Mike's face, stirring up even greater anger than a Mike.

Plakkc..

Mike is furious about getting insult from Dasha, the thing he hates the most, an insult And Dasha did. Without empathy and caring he really does. Mike grabs his tie by the side of the bed and ties Dasha's hand over Dasha's head, then takes off Dasha's shorts and ****** ***** the one Dasha was wearing then changed to take off her own clothes. Mike stared at Dasha passionately and lustfully as if Mike was a starving beast and Dasha was his prey, kissing Dasha's naked body from the lips to the navel of his hated wife. His hands are not silent. The man squeezed firmly into his wife's chest, no matter if his actions hurt the owner. Mike raised his eyebrows to look at the chest of the woman he was brushing, he only realized that Dasha's chest was tight and not too big, the shoots were still like a girl who had never been touched, But Mike immediately dismissed his thoughts and continued his activities. Mike did not know, when he had dasha is the second thing for Dasha, and at first by the man he helped at that time, Dasha, the incident that made Dasha contain the seeds of the foreign man.

Dasha laughed foolishly, 'You're right! I'm a dirty woman a cheap woman, man, At half-hearted without being able to do anything' Dasha's inner laugh looked at Mike with her eyes already red and watery holding a voice that made her even more disgusted and dirty to herself. Mike ignored Dasha's laughter which sounded like the laughter of a madman. The man was filled with anger mixed with passion and high lust. I don't know since when Dasha's body became her candlestick, but along with hatred.

"I swear. When I can and am strong! I will reciprocate many times the pain I feel. I want you to feel the pain of being humiliated and being at the lowest point like you gave me right now. Where you're not given to do anything but accept your fate Michelle morrone fucking' umpat Dasha inwardly looked at Mike full of hate

Mike did it rudely "Don't hurt my baby asshole" Dasha grimaced with pain in her stomach. And Mike doesn't care about her she enjoys her activities that make Dasha endure pain and hold back so that her tears in front of the man who fucked her will never see Dasha's miserable tears

3 Hours later Mike stopped spanking the unconscious Dasha a few seconds ago

"Cuih... I don't want to do to people who are unconscious, it feels unsatisfactory" Mike said

****

The morning sunlight was very bright sneaking in through the balcony curtains that were partially open, even the light disturbed the woman who was sleeping with her sleep. By trying to sit leaning on the dashboard and adjust his consciousness and hold the discomfort on his entire body, especially the female area.

Suddenly Dasha widened her eyes to look at her feet on the iron chain approximately 5 meters long, the length of the chain can only reach the bathroom even only up to the toilet and not reach the bathtub.

Dasha pulled a blanket over her naked body without a thread

"Michelle morrone what you're doing old jerk" yelled Dasha spent the rest of her energy last night

Dasha hugged her knees with an empty look. His body was trembling, he was trying not to cry. He turned the incident last night on his head.

In the midst of her immortality, Dasha heard the sound of the door being pushed. He lifted his eyes and saw Mike coming into the room.

Seriate...

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