Not a Savings Wife
Chapter 11

"Dark? Where am I now?" Dhea asked herself.

"Your lady is awake?"

"No-miss?" dhea's response, hearing her name call

"Yes, have you woken up Miss?" question for the reworked Dhea.

"Ehm ... Please, my eyes .. Why is it closed like this? Dark once! and my feet .. and also my hands .. I can't move, please let me go!" Dhea spoke with the intonance of her panicked voice

"Calm down, lady, drink up! after drinking, I'll talk to you!"

A straw pipette stuck to Dhea's lips. He wanted to refuse, but hearing the word drink, Dhea could not stand it and immediately drank it. It had been six hours that Dhea had fainted, of course she was thirsty.

"Thank you for the water. But can you explain to me, where am I now?" dhea asked, because just now at home someone had smothered his nose with drugs so that Dhea did not remember anything else that happened to him.

"You calm down, Miss!"

"Quiet you said? my hands are tied, my eyes are closed, my feet are tied, only my mouth can talk, with my head closed, I can't see anything. How can you tell me to calm down?" Dhea is getting hysterical, she can't control herself yet.

"Su-difficult? Please, tell me, where am I now? And please, let me go!"

"Miss, if you don't calm down then I'll go back to giving you the dope!" the remark made Dhea rather horrified and while holding back her tears that had soaked the lid of her eye fastener Dhea tried to regulate her emotions.

"Well, I'll calm down, but would you please explain the situation to me? I'm so scared, I beg you!"

"Miss, based on the information provided to us, your uncle has sold you because he is no longer able to repay his debts!" the waiter then recounted the details of the debt based on the notes given to him.

'Five million dollars, that's impossible! how could uncle owe that much? what's he been doing? Our lives are mediocre, this must be wrong!' dhea's heart convinced herself.

"You must be lying to me, right! Those debts ...impossible! There's no way Uncle Rozak could have done that! He can't sell me, my dad loves me so much and leaves me with his sister he trusts!" She was crying hysterically again.

"I'm sorry about your situation, miss!" said the waiter as Dhea's cry subsided.

"Please let me go .. help me get out of here, I'm not a debt-redeemer! I beg ..." Dhea turned back to the woman who had just spoken to her.

"I can't possibly do that, miss."

"can't? You can't because you don't want to! Please feel sorry for me, I am a woman and your mother is a woman, right?" persuade Dhea.

But "Listen to me, Miss! If you are kind, cooperative and follow the flow, then you will be released immediately when your task is done! You won't stay here forever. Remember, freedom awaits you if you obey!" the servant's message was resolutely heard in Dhea's ear.

'Tasks? According to? Freedom? what do they want from me? What assignment?' dhea's heart chuckled, she couldn't think.

"You mean?"

Dhea again asked the waiter beside her who could not see her face.

"Now you just need to prepare yourself and serve!"

"What does this mean? Serving what?"

The words of the servant that made Dhea's heart tremble. 'Serve? I have to be a satisfied? No. Oh my God .. I don't want to! help me, Lord!' said Dhea's heart that screamed in fear. Instantly his throat was dry again and cold sweat began to approach him.

"Wait, wait, I get what you mean! But I don't want to do that! Please don't let him do that to me! Please let me go, help me to get out of this place! You know, I'm nineteen! Please let me get out of here! Save me," Dhea kept begging but there was no more noise from the servant.

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Precisely what was heard by Dhea was the door that was closed, the sound of shoes that approached and moved away from the room.

"Mrs, wait a minute! Give me more explanation! Please get me out of here!" Dhea continued to beg but there was no longer any answer from her.

"Aackhh! Who're you?" peekkik Dhea's.

'Oh no .. Who is yan stroking my hand? whatwant? Is he the master in question? and that hand .. hah, his hand is big and strong like him! My finger looks small in his grasp!! God help me, anyone help me from him!' dhea's heart panicked when her hand was held by someone.

"No! Please don't do anything to me! Please let me go!" Dhea again squealed as the unwanted taste returned.

'Why that hand? Huh, how is this? He's everywhere! i'm goosebumps!' Dhea was scared, but it seemed like that person didn't care. He kept caressing Dhea's body.

The woman had also tried to help herself, trying to escape by moving her chained hands, as well as her legs, but it was still difficult for Dhea to break away from the iron bonds that were very strong.

"Sir, please I beg you not to do this to me, whoever you are! Just stop! Pity me!" Dhea pleaded again but the man remained unconcerned, his hand reaching into Dhea's clothes.

"Master stop I beg you, don't take off my clothes, don't touch me! heuuu .. heuuuu ..." finally, Dhea was talking while crying with all her body had let out cold sweat, yet it was as if all of that was just entertainment for her.

"Aaaaakhhhhh!"

'Oh no what happened to me?' Dhea shouted again, very loudly in the room as her wet sense of taste got acquainted with one of her specials, with one more hand playing beside her.

"Please stop it!" Dhea tried to get sane and pleaded even though her body was writhing and Dhea tried to hold herself back.

But.. "Uuuughhh ...."

Precisely the sound of the voice that is heard is increasing the desire to hear. Dhea was still struggling, but her lips could no longer hold back the feeling she was releasing, she refused but her body accepted.

"I beg you to stop! I've never done this before, I've always taken care of myself! Please have mercy on me!"

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"Hpphhhh!"

Dhea's heart was broken and she cried so hard when something made hers feel sore and sick, had gone in and enjoyed her pleasure hole.

And that's when, Dhea opened her eyes he was a man named Ramlan. He was married and the man came continuously, as if he had to serve.

"I helped you, your family I helped. So satisfy me! Give me a descendant!" ramlan whispered, shrieking Dhea's ears that were getting washed away.

Until the last few years, he had only known a man named Ramlan, had a bipolar wife who could not give him offspring. While her husband is like a constant, if he must have a child so that the legacy company does not move experts.

Tbc.