King Mafia And His Angel
Trapped in situation
In the end he desperately suppresses his Patience, trying to evade the disc jockey named Mark.
"You want to go home? it's still a little afternoon"
Mark tried to persuade her to stay longer.
"My mommy's suddenly coming home to our mansion, so I need to get home now"
Anta tried to keep dodging, trying to get through the crowd of people, the more her skin rubbed with people the more her feelings of craze.
Immediately anta think lest someone affix his drink with something.
Anta tried to touch her forehead, cold sweat clearly started pouring out from her forehead. Mark kept trying to catch up.
Anta thinks she should avoid the man, because the more Mark tries to touch her the more her body responds perfectly, as if she is indeed killing someone to fulfill her strange desire.
"I have to go home, you can continue your work, Mark"
Anta tries to talk while looking for the keys to his car, heading towards the parking lot looking for his car.
Anta kept suppressing her sane brain, As soon as she tried to contact Arash, the man once said, if one time she needed help you can contact her, you can contact her, but apparently many times between trying to contact Arash even though the phone is connected, but not at all picked up by Arash.
Should I call enardo?
Anta wanted to cry, walked with a dizzy feeling, Mark even continued to follow his steps, his suspicions suddenly turned to the man.
Is it possible that Mark spiked my drink with something?
The question clearly hit anta's mind, with trembling hands she tried to contact enardo while steering her car remote in any direction.
Tittt
Tittt
As the sound of the car remote rang, Anta quickly tried to get into her car, but Mark quickly tried to hold Anta's arm.
"Your body is so cold? are you deman anta?"
Mark seemed to ask while frowning his forehead.
Anta clearly began to tremble, between resisting and wanting a touch more clearly felt different thin to her current self.
"Why do you always avoid me? even you look disgusted when I touch?"
Mark is clearly offended by Anta's response which he thinks is too excessive.
"It's not what you think, I have to go home now, my mommy is waiting at home"
Speak quickly while trying to get into the steering chair.
But the plan is not as smooth as expected, Mark suddenly pulls his hand, flips the girl's body and throws her into the back seat.
"What are you doing?"
Anta was clearly panicking, shouting while trying to break away as Mark started to overlap her.
A split second later Mark suddenly frowned their lips.
"Hmmpp"
Anta is obviously trying to squash, but the brain's function, her heart and her body's response are clearly different.
"Does the medicine work perfectly, baby?"
Mark asked after releasing the link of their lips, his face grinning so horribly, his two hands trying to restrain Anta's movements.
"Fuck, let me go..."
Anta tried to squawk, her hands were clearly trying to resist, her mind and heart were clearly disgusted but anta was furious so angry because her body was clearly responding otherwise, it was as if her body liked it when Mark tried to touch her.
Anta continued to shout hysterically, her tears began to spill as Mark re-united their lips and the man's hands began to measure the traces on every inch of his body.
No...no. Congratulations to me, everyone!!!
Pekik Anta in the heart.