LUNA (SUBSTITUTE WOMAN)
TORMENTED

Zion restrains Luna's arm as the woman clings to the edge of the water reservoir to rise to her feet, but a kick lands on Zion's face from one of Miss's men. Rana made Zion release her grip on Luna's arm. The man fell back to the bottom of the water reservoir.

"Don't do! plis, plis, Lun, don't do it for me." Zion shouted, her voice choked. He was really angry at this moment for not being able to save Luna.

A sudden sense of sadness and frailty engulfed Luna as she heard Zion's cry. He wanted to run to Zion and embrace the man so that he could cry in Zion's arms as he had. However, Luna realized that it was impossible. He himselfq now. Completely alone, and every decision he makes will save Zion and her mother from the evil Miss. Shutter.

Luna looked up so her tears wouldn't drip. He knew that all this would happen. No matter what she did to guard her body and crown, still a woman would definitely become a prostitute if she lived in a brothel.

"Hurry up, I don't think Mr. Bimo can wait any longer!" miss bentak. Shutter.

Luna took a deep breath before she finally followed the steps of several guards who led her to a dressing room before she met Mr. Bimo in person.

***

Bimo Arkana, is a coal businessman who has long settled in the capital city of Jakarta. The man is famous for being very fond of the night world and a hobby once squandered money. Not a little money he spends every night just for fun. His age is still relatively young indeed makes his lust always passionate.

Like tonight, he took out hundreds of millions just for the sake of feeling how delicious it is to wrestle with Luna's crazy body. He first saw Luna while playing cards while tasting liquor offered by one of his friends at the Red House. Seeing the body of Luna who is good, coupled with her beautiful face makes Bimo want to have the woman even if only for one night. After all, for Bimo, a one-night love affair is more exciting than anything in the world.

Geck, tok, tok!

Bimo straightened his seat while waiting for the surprise that will be present from behind the door that will soon be open. And sure enough, moments later the door opened and Luna emerged from behind it.

"Well, come in, my dear, come in." Bimo stroked his chin, his eyes widened to see Luna's body which was only covered with thin skimpy clothes.

Luna obeyed Bimo's orders, she entered the room hesitantly, then closed the door behind her, and without warning Bimo suddenly just lunged at him, pulling his body forcefully onto the bed, pushed him and tore his clothes violently.

As if that was not surprising enough for Luna, Bimo slapped her until the corner of Luna's lips and nose bleed.

Luna grimaced, she felt a tremendous pain on her face from being slapped so hard. "What are you doing, sir?" ask Luna.

But Bimo did not answer. The man began to wander over Luna's body which was now not covered by a single thread.

"Ah." Luna whimpers, as Bimo slaps her back and tortures her, but at the same time the man also scolds her.

Luna was no longer able to cry, her heart was hurting, her heart was hurting at this moment. His pride was completely trampled under the extremely terrible treatment of Bimo. He did not think, how could Miss. Rana gives it to a man with sadomasochism - a sexual perversion that the sufferer will get satisfaction only if he can torture his partner while making love.

***

Luna curled up in a corner of the room with her body covered by a blanket, her body full of cuts and bruises. Bimo left it just like that after the two of them had spent a very long time.

Luna recalled that upon entering the room, the clock hanging on the new wall was 06:00 in the morning. Now that it's 22:00 p.m., Luna hopes Zion takes care of her mother all day, gives her mother food, drinks and helps her mother walk to the bathroom if needed.

Luna caught her breath, then slowly got up and walked towards the bathroom inside the room to look for a bathrobe. His clothes had been torn, there was no way he would come out just wearing a blanket.

Every step I took was painful. He grimaced and his tears dripped as his feet stepped. Luna felt tremendous pain in the part between her thighs. However, he held it. He kept stepping into the bathroom, washing his face, wearing a bathrobe and immediately came out of the room which witnessed how desperate a Luna faced torment every second.

The atmosphere outside the room was so crowded. The music, disco lights, liquor, and laughter coming from men and women mingled into one, making Luna feel fed up. He was upset, how could people laugh happily as if everything was fine, even though he almost died tormented in a room in the power of a rich mad man.

Luna stepped across the room towards a passageway that would lead her towards the first floor. As he passed by, the sound of laughter disappeared, replaced by murmurs from guests and workers who worked at the Red House. Luna did not care, she did not care about the gazes of the people who fell on her. He continued to walk slowly with his face down.

How Luna is not the center of attention at the moment. Luna's appearance was very sad, her face was bruised, bleeding, her hair was messy and she was wearing only a bathrobe. Luna really looks pathetic.

"The woman was hurt, shouldn't she be taken to the doctor?"

A man's voice rang through Luna's eardrum. He smiled cynically, not expecting that in this barbaric place there were still good humans who were attentive to other human circumstances.

"No need, sir, this kind of thing has become a common sight. Just relax." Another man's voice was heard by Luna.

"Where can it be, look, he looks like he's about to faint. Hurry up and help him!" The man's voice came back, and somehow Luna felt calm as the voice sounded. Maybe because he was worried about her.

"It's okay, sir, Juna, it's really okay. Don't care about it."

Luna tried to speed up her steps until she arrived near the stairs. He did not want the situation to be a debate among the guests in the room.

Arriving at the stairs, Luna went down the stairs slowly. However, his weaker body was no longer able to be invited to cooperate, until he finally fell and was unconscious.

Seriate.