Not as Dirty as a Black Rose
Rose 37

"I got a really good chance, I can finally see and feel all this" Roy said with a smile full of interest in what was in front of his eyes.

Srek.. Srek...

The sound of a Rose skirt ripping as the tip of the knife used by Roy unfeelingly began to try to remove all the cover that was still attached to the body of the Rose. Rose closed her eyes with horror when Roy's hand rubbed his smooth thighs, while the other hand held the knife he had placed on the Rose's neck.

"I spent days in your estate, waiting for the right moment to take you away. I disguised myself with a thick mustache and sideburns to claim to be one of your workers, and hahahahaaaa was lucky to me when your stupid husband never came to the estate, maybe he could recognize me. I accidentally bumped into Surya when I was tired of being in disguise for too long, I just hit him." Said Roy lightly. It is as if one's life is a toy.

You really don't have a heart, how you can hurt others just for the sake of your rotten plan.

Roy placed his knife on a small table and began tracing the Rose's groin with his fingertips.

"I was wondering at first why your husband wouldn't let you go for a second. But now I know why."

Roy's eyes could not be seen the face and body of the rose. "Beautiful." lascivious.

"You never knew the Rose, how often I imagined moments like this, and now it's time I realized all my fantasies about your body." after saying that Roy immediately lowered his pants zipper and positioned his hips between the wide-open legs of the Rose.

Roses continued to wriggle and shake their heads trying to break away, but the bond in their hands and feet just felt tighter. Her tears broke and her tears began to pour down her cheeks. He could no longer pretend to be a tough guy. The shadow of the buried past is now rising into a sinister reality.

Lord.... Please help me. Son, where are you? You promised, didn't you? You promised to protect me with your life once. Honey keep your promise.... The son saved me and our son. Putra... Putra... Putra......

The rose kept calling out the name of the Son in his heart, that name was like a prayer for him.

"Swstttt..... Be calm! Calm down I can give you what your husband could never give you." Roy's hand gripped the Rose's waist violently and began to pull the Rose's body closer to his.

Please Son, come.

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While in the rows of tea leaves that look lush, making the pace of the Putra car faster, according to him he was closer to the Rose. The son continued to follow the path until from a distance he saw there was a small cottage that looked unkempt. And... Suddenly his heart was racing and almost jumped out when he saw a blue winged antelope parked not far from the cabin. The son stepped on the accelerator deeply, he did not care about his life, for him the Rose of everything.

God let me continue to be with him.

Putra's car stopped barely hitting the door of the log cabin, after turning off the engine of his car, Putra immediately jumped down from the car and then lunged at the door of the cottage that was closed tightly. The Son's eyes blocked when he saw the scene before his eyes, without saying much he stepped forward and pulled Roy's body and threw it against the wooden wall. How relieved his heart to see his wife still alive even with the condition is not careless. He was almost harassed by that jerk. The Son's head was completely boiling when he saw Roy's zipper was already open, the Son's anger was mounting.

The son of a hat, his clear mind was not able to work properly, according to him only how to make Roy's life detached from his body. With fierce Putra lunged at Roy, but this time Roy was able to repay him even though in the end Roy lost terribly because of the posture of the Son is bigger. When Roy is thrown to the side of the table, he immediately picks up the knife he put there. With the rest of his strength at his disposal, he aimed the knife at the Son's body, Roy's efforts not fully succeeding as the Son quickly evaded him. It's just that the tip of Roy's knife had scratched Putra's chest a little. Finally they rolled back downstairs, Putra held down Roy's knife that was fixed right in front of his forehead, when the distance of the knife and forehead only a few inches longer Putra kicked Roy's stomach with his knee. Roy bounced back, this time near the exit of the cottage and his knife was thrown away towards the bottom of the bed.

The son tried to approach Roy back, but in Roy's hands there was a block and was ready to be swung into the body of the Son. As there was no time left to dodge, the Son used his arm to deflect the huge beam so that it split open. The son retreated and groaned in pain while holding his limp-looking arm as if it was boneless. Roy did not waste any more time quickly he approached the Rose and was ready to throw the piece of block on the belly of the Rose.

"There's no time, you have to die!" roy shouted while lifting the beam.

The rose closed her eyes. The son ignored his pain and rubbed Roy's body with his shoulder. Scream Roy was restrained when his stomach hit the end of the bed made of iron. Next to the uninjured Son's hand pulls Roy to the side of the bed, with mounting anger, the Son is completely dark in the eye when he hears Roy wants to kill the Rose.

I won't let it, as long as I'm alive.

Withstanding the pain in his arm, Son threw Roy's body in the direction of which he did not know, as long as it was not close to the Rose he thought. The son did not expect at all Roy could be stuck in a hoe nearby, with his eyes wide and blood pouring profusely from the man's back. The son was flabbergasted for a moment when Roy died in a terrible condition in front of him. The memory of the Rose flashed, she quickly turned her body, hastily helping the Rose untie her rope and duct tape in her mouth.

The son was silent to see the Rose, the Son still remembers when he wanted to help and touch the Rose but the woman refused him, the fear made the Son think whether his wife would do the same. The son understood what the rose felt. He decided to move back to make room for the Rose so that the woman did not feel pressured by her existence. The son swallowed his hard-earned saliva, he was already very tired and in pain, right now he was eager to hug his wife. To let go of all his fears that almost lost his wife, a great love for the girl. Mother of her children.

"Son."

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