Dream Womb
Coercion

Andre really did what he said, locked me in my room. I've been here since yesterday afternoon

with his hands tied to a rope tied to a bedside.

All the time I tried to escape, but it was free. This rope binds me so tightly that I can only finally surrender.

My heart has not calmed down since Mas Andre's crazy words came out. What else he said would grant my dream all this time. Him

it's impossible to be reckless ‘kan?

Last night I stayed up staring at the door of the room that could open anytime. For some reason, I became afraid of the figure of the man who is still my husband. Maybe, I used to crave offspring from him, but now.

Imagining Mas Andre touching my body just gives me goosebumps. I don't think I'll be able to. I shook my head, trying to shake off that horrible thought.

“Ya Lord .. help me,” I said begging the universe to give me a way.

Not long after, a voice sounded from the direction of the door. I stiffened, tightened my grip and shuffled

up bed. From there Mas Andre looked with the tray in his hand. The man walked over to me and placed the tray on the bedside table.

“Eat, you haven't eaten all day.”

I was silent while staring at the rope that was binding. I thought he'd let go after he got the code from me. But it turns out I was wrong. Mas Andre instead took a spoonful of food and thrust it at me. I clenched my lips together and turned my face away. I refused the food.

PRANK!

Andre slammed the dishes until all the food was scattered.

The shafts of his shard spread out in all directions until it hurt my leg. I frowned holding back the pain, not expecting the man to act like this. A fierce look was given to me, making my heart wail.

“What more do you want? I've been nice, but this is what I accept? Rejection?” ask her with hunting breath. Although I was actually shrouded in fear, I tried to cover it up so that Mas Andre would not underestimate me anymore. I'm not the old Keysha.

“What good attitude do you mean? Tied me up like this? I'm not an animal!” my words are a little discordant.

“Then I have to let you go just like that? You think I'm gonna? You're still mine, Keysha!”

I bought eyes, an astonishing statement. Andre doesn't care about me, he only cares about my body. No matter if all this time I have suffered with all his attitude that always hurt

hearts.

He slammed into the grip hard enough that my face turned to the side. Not until there, Mas Andre pulled my legs and stretched them wide enough that I squealed.

“Mas, what do you want?” I was afraid, trying to struggle even though I knew it would not be too influential.

The man grinned eerily while releasing his clasp. “What else? I'll give you what you want. Don't you always whine for it?”

“Do not, Mas! Please ...”

“Do not what? Don't stop the point?”

“No! AKH!”

BREETT!

Instead of stopping, Mas Andre ripped my clothes until the underwear was plastered. I cried so much that I begged

the man stopped. However, my efforts have not borne fruit. Apparently, finding myself suffering gave her pleasure. The bead scanned me hungry to make my romantics bristle. Not because of fear, but because of fear.

“Mas ... Stop!”

"Just enjoy Keysha, I'll make you forget about the fucking guy

that!"