MY FORMER DARK LOVER
The Torture That Endures

WARNING 👉There is a violent scene

👉Bocil please step aside

👉Many Toxic words

👉The scenes are not worth emulating

Along the way we continued to argue, about the odd woman who managed to stroke my husband. Many times the steering wheel continues to be kicked strong, because he is emotional for his wife. His hands were focused on driving, so could not commit cruelty to torture

There is a fear if the husband will act hurt, but the determination that feels right wants to get justice, continues to dare to argue with the husband for his misguided behavior.

Bhugh, the husband has slammed the car door.

"Here you. Exit .. let's get out!" make it rough while pulling hands.

"No need to pull hands. I can walk on my own without you telling me," I answered, with my hands slamming so as not to pull anymore.

"Silent. Don't talk about your mouth that much, come on!" his strength still wanted to force him to follow him.

I have to obey his wishes now. Her thousand footsteps that I could not match, due to the haste she invited me to immediately enter the house.

"Take me off, Mom. Why are you forcing this. There's nothing we can talk about anymore, if you really want to be with that brengs*k woman," the rantings want the household to end.

"Silent you."

As he approached his own small and cramped room, now his hands were slammed roughly husband. Not as balanced as the body makes it fall down on the floor.

"What did you say in the car? Want separated? Say it once more before my face now," said Mas Bayu as his hands gripped the cheek.

Our heads were looking up, with our faces looking at each other. Very different this vision when feeling scared, but different from her who glared sharply there is a fire of anger.

"Yes, I want us to end this marriage. To be maintained, if there is no match between us anymore."

"Didn't you love that brengs*k woman more than I do, so why maintain a marriage that is not harmonious anymore," I replied grumpily no longer.

"Don't expect me to grant that."

"Why can't it? Wouldn't you be happy if I wasn't around you anymore," tangent didn't want to lose speaking.

"I would be happy, but it would be troublesome for my life if we parted, because all my possessions would not fall into my hands. Don't expect me to do that, you know!" With ease Mas Bayu said all that makes no sense.

"Buls*t, for what you said. Papa's unlikely to do that," denied disbelief.

"I know better because I am his son.

"Pers*tan with the treasure, which I obviously asked you to release me immediately," said it was no longer polite.

"Silent, female brengs*k."

Cuuih, in response the saliva landed right on the husband's face.

The eyes of the husband who had glared, now look will jump out. His face turned crimson, like he wanted to pounce on me all round.

"It turns out that you're brave now to fight, too" My husband had rubbed the saliva roughly off his own face.

"I will fight because you can no longer appreciate being a woman and a wife. So all this time you've only used me to be a wife. Basic man brengs*k has no brain," Anger that is no longer controlled.

Plaque, the cheeks are firmly back slapped, so that the body has been rolled on the floor. The hair began to shuffle out of shape again.

"Si*lan's woman who doesn't know herself. Still lucky your poverty was raised, but once there is no shame you even berated, and do not understand for gratitude," Back hinaya.

Anxiety now rises to approach the husband, who is still scarlet-faced by emotion.

Bhugh .. bhugh, a clenched hand, managed to hit the rough chest of his field.

The slap was so strong that it lost its balance and fell on the floor again.

"Based on a self-informed woman, damn*n!" His attitude now advanced closer to wanting to hit the cheek again.

The pain and heat on the cheeks are not restrained, so reflexively the hands swing trying to claw at the face of the husband.

"Brengs*k, damn it and stupid woman!" his curse that has touched the cheek, as a result of feeling there is a scratch wound and slightly bleed.

The follow-up face heats up due to the emotions that have been hidden.

Fear began to reappear, when Mas Bayu's hand was busy removing the belt from his pants.

"Feel this."

The head shakes strongly when it knows what the husband is going to do. Quickly wanted to try to run, but lost strongly when the husband managed to stop the step, who had already caught and slammed my body down on the floor.

"Don't expect you to run away from me."

Ceplas, the first stretch of the belt landed on my body.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

Ceplas, whip the second back to landing.

"Nrank .. aaah. Don't do that, forgive me for daring to defy your words just now" The agonized plea.

Ceplas .. ceplos, lash after lash has landed. I can only endure this pain by gripping my fingers.

"No more mercy for you. Feel this, so that your short-lived brain can regain consciousness," the scathing speech was again thrown.

Bhugggh, when pain and pain were present, mercilessly the husband had landed his foot on the body that began to be helpless.

The crumbs I feel. The whole body is no longer shaped feels numb, when the husband continues to weave his belt and set his feet.

Only the crying that can't bring out the water is what happened. Wanting to sob still could not, because the torment so painful had struck.

Ceplak .. ceplos, merciless husband is really beating me all out right now. As a result of not enduring torture, until my face lay weakly attached to the ceramic, no longer strong to support my own body.

Ceplas .. ceplas, the belt continues to torture.

I don't know how many lashes have landed, which is clear from the waist, shoulders, hands, even feet began to hurt, sore, pain, anyway has been mixed into one pain that.

"Agod, Mom! Forgive me, "a feeble moan hoping that Mas Bayu will stop him.

A loud sound came out of the husband's mouth. He was getting tired of torturing me. I faintly saw both hands already hipped, like wanting to challenge teaching again.

"Basar sib*lan! Cepphaaaac!" The belt was already wasted on the floor with his strength.

"It's not over because you're fighting. Just wait for what I'll do to you again. So the woman should just be quiet, do not have much behavior and act, you know!" the threat is still upset.

The tears began to dry up, no longer able to express the heart that was so humiliated and hurt.

"Feel the consequences. Just wait for the calculation from me again, prepare your body to get a lesson from me again later," he said increasingly making the fur I sat creeped in fear.

"Aaaaa, you fucking lady*n. As a result of your clawing attitude earlier, this handsome face of mine has disappeared. Just wait for what I'm gonna do to you again" a sickening-sounding babble.

The sound of footsteps began to move. It feels like the heart begins to feel joy when he is gone, but the body can not immediately move to just rise. A body full of wounds, made me not strong enough to try sitting down.

Tears began to flow and fell on ceramic tiles. Just moving a finger feels weak no longer strong.

"Oh Allah, always strengthen me to face this trial. Avoid and save me from this. I beg you to deny my husband, who is truly cruel and inhuman to his own wife. Give me Your help, that I may live happily from a cruel and merciless husband again and continue to torment my body and body" Prayer in a heart that is no longer strong.