Not as Dirty as a Black Rose
Roses 36

The wooden door squeaked when Roy opened it, then he turned to lock it with a large wood attached to the door. The rose slammed into the bed after the man lowered it. Roses quickly moved away from Roy, sitting on the bed rest. An angry expression mixed with fear and disgust when he saw Roy's face from the decket.

"It's good that you stick to that bed, you make my job easier." murmured Roy as he picked up the rope that was on the small table beside the bed.

"Or do you like us playing a little rough?" Roy whispered in the Rose's ear while pulling the Rose's hair so hard that the woman's head pointed up looking at Roy's face.

The frowning Rose endured the pain, her hair like it wanted to be detached from her scalp. Roy tied the hands of the Rose with a rope wrapped around the bedrest, so that the woman could not move anywhere. After that Roy again tied each leg to the end of the bedpost. The large mining rope is brown made of rough fibers, plus strong bonds make the skin of the Rose hurt. Then Roy pulled out a small knife from behind his body and pressed it against Rose's cheek.

"If you're being nice, I can be nice to you, how?" bargain Roy while tracing the neck of the Rose with the tip of a knife that moves down to the line towards the Rose shirt.

Rose's body trembled as Roy sucked the knife behind his collar, the blade felt cold moving on the surface of his breast skin. Memories of the events of a dozen years ago were torn back. The eyes of the Rose widened with fear that instantly wrapped around her. His breathing was puffed up and his chest rose up and down quickly.

God help me!

Roy laughed satisfiedly at the trembling Rose .

"Not yet, this is not the time we have to play games first. Patience is!" The man walked around the narrow room of the cottage. After dismantling the wooden cabinet he vented his anger again.

"Damn it, where's the hoe or the shovel?" Roy raised his head while looking at the Rose.

Looking at the sharp gaze of the Rose, it was as if he was asking what it was all for.

"You wanna know? What's that shovel and hoe for?" Roy laughed like crazy. Then he fell silent and looked at the rose inside.

"I need it to dig your grave. You're too pretty to be thrown in the middle of this farm. Maybe I'll look for him outside."

Roy stepped out of the hut, from the blemish of the wooden wall of the hut was seen a lot of Roy who paced around the hut surrounded by leafy tea. The rose felt very far away from her husband and waited for the angel of death to come and fetch her.

"Maybe whatever happens I will still die" he sobbed inwardly.

Lord, forgive all my mistakes. Son forgive me for not being able to keep my promise to accompany you to old age.

The Rose's eyes began to sting, she swallowed her sorrow before her tears came out. He didn't want to make Roy feel happy because it worked to scare him. If he had to die, he wanted to die as a brave man.

The rose turns its head observing the hut where it is confined. Just a small, narrow room, there was a small closet and an old bed. Everything is made of wood whose color is dull not maintained. The room smelled musty, a mixture between the smell of wood moss and stuffy with small blemishes. Rose almost cried again remembering the lonely days she spent in the asylum. With great difficulty the Rose swallowed his saliva, it was only a short time to taste the happy days. All will be forcibly taken from him, and now not even just a mental hospital, but a grave that the man will soon dig.

About fifteen minutes later Roy returned to the cottage, holding a hoe in his hand.

"Look at me to find it! I'd better put it in here so it'll be easier to pick it up later."

"You pregnant? I love to see your body filled like this. So sexy!" whispered Roy while blowing a Rose ear.

Both of Roy's arms extended to Rose's shoulders and pressed her down. Drive without excuse with the courage of Roy's hand down to the chest of the Rose and squeeze it without guilt. If the mouth of the Rose had not been covered with duct tape, she would have screamed hysterically. The pale Rose face endured the pain in her chest. But it was nothing with his humiliation that was far greater and more painful than his sense of body. Roses really want to spit on men's faces br*ngs*k this.

Roy looked at Rose's face while smiling mischievously.

"You like it? You're impatient, aren't you? All right let's start the game now." Roy grabs a knife tucked in his pants, then attaches it to the Rose's shirt. The sharp blade easily tore off a piece of cloth attached to the body of the Rose.

"No need to worry and fear like that, I will not damage this delicate and beautiful skin of yours. Yeah, at least not now... Because I haven't enjoyed it." said Roy slowly with eyes staring intently at the chest of the Rose which was still covered in lacy cloth.

"I won't be like my reckless father resulting in so many wounds all over your body." Roy said with glaring eyes.

"You must not have forgotten the man you killed a dozen years ago, right the Rose? Know it? He's my dad"

Although his mouth was closed, but his face could not be lied to if he was very surprised by Roy's words. His eyes widened to hear a reality he had not expected at all.

That guy? This guy's dad?

Roy continues his story while occasionally palpating the surface of the Rose's chest protector.

"You know the rose, it made us a family to be excommunicated. Not only did we lose our family backbone, but we also lost our income and shelter, and even the people we thought were our friends and family disappeared. Eventually we moved out of town to avoid blasphemy from the people around us. My mother was forced to work as a house-to-house washerman so that I could keep her son in school and we could eat. Our lives were very hard at that time. I swear I will avenge my family and for the suffering you've caused my family."

Roy's gaze began to run along the Rose's waist and stopped right at her stomach. The man's hand stretched out to reveal the Rose skirt until it piled up on the waist. With sparkling eyes Roy looked at the pure white Rose thigh.

"I got a really good chance, I can finally see and feel all this."

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