Passion Bed Sergeant Daychi
You are not my flesh and blood!

The woman's wide steps staggered through the bushes on the side of the road. Already far away he from the Residence walking alone only with Kay who was ready to follow behind there.

That cry he was dulled when the sense of tightness and pain that was increasingly evident shackled his heart. Whuang only cried, he drowned himself in the darkness of the forest only illuminated by the moonlight above.

Long he ran until finally Whuang fell near a large tree that immediately became his seat.

"Yahoo!!!!!" He screamed with all his might to take off all the burdens he had on him. His tears escaped he could no longer bear.

"Why???? Why can't he love me???? hiks, Why???" whuang shouted splitting the cold of the night.

His heart ached and so sick he could no longer feel the moist and cold ground all over his skin.

"A. am I wrong. The ichi? i.. I just want this marriage to change. h. That's all, hiks!" isak Whuang bent both knees soaking his puffy and pitiful face.

"K..why? i. I love you so much. I..."

"Why are you crying?"

Deggs...

Whuang gasped at the voice behind him until he raised his face looking back with a paled face.

"K..You ..."

"Hm? you still know me?"

The figure came out from his hiding place earlier. His sneaky sneer appeared approaching Whuang who looked as if she was trembling palely in place.

"A...Daddy!"

"Dad?" his question was full of pettiness and laughing loudly made the fear in Whuang's body increase.

"You still dare to call me with that word?"

Whuang silently gripped both sides of her Blazer with her face already cold and eyes shivering vigilantly.

"K.. What do you want?" Whuang inched backwards as the pacing of the bayah man drew closer and made him draped to the edge of the tree.

"You what?"

He asked again with a face that really looked creepy in the sight of the gray eyes of Whuang who had been seen holding back fear.

"Do you remember this?"

"J..No!!!"

Whuang was surprised when Mr. Jirom took out the exact same chain that used to make Whuang's body cold with the mind already overpowered in fear.

"It's so eager to stick to your body!"

"J'S...No!"

Whuang wanted to stand up but his legs were limp so that he could only lean on the tree bend his legs to fight Mr. Jirom who already looked satisfied with the condition of this tool.

"Try a little! you must like it!"

"T .no..a.dad j.."

"Feel this on your skin!"

Mr. Jirom smashed the object into Whuang's arm which was immediately hysterical trying to dodge by holding the lash but his hand was instead pricked on the needle.

"S..sick, hiks!"

"Not yet!"

Master Jirom crazily whipped Whuang's legs as hard as he could until the blood flowed soaked her evening dress. Whuang could only scream withstanding the pain because he could not move because his body suddenly suffocated.

"A..Daddy!!! hiks, s.have.. s.sick, Dad!"

"It hurts? it hurts. But you still betray me!!!"

"S..Sakittt!!!" whuang's scream held everything back until he felt back what was so torturing his body. The needles were as if they were piercing deep and so deeply ripping apart his skin.

Kay tried to help by clawing Mr. Jirom's calf which even kicked him to the tree near Whuang which had been slashed with the body again covered with wounds except his face.

"S...It hurts!"

"You are stupid!!! you're ignorant. Whuang!!" snapped Mr. Jirom with breath hunting emotions. Whuang could do nothing but endure all the pain that shackled his soul.

"Only for the sake of that useless love did you sacrifice your life? is that useful? did he also reply to her??"

"I love her so much!"

Daychi's words reoccurred in Whuang's mind clutching the ground beneath him. He's sick and dying because of this but why can't he hate him at all.

"You're only used by him! you know that. ha???"

"T.no, d.he's not like that." Whuang denied still with her voice holding back the pain everywhere.

"No. how? open your eyes and see how he treats you!"

"Ichi not so!!!! he loves me!!!! you're the jerk!!!" snapped Whuang once again got a slap in her face by the already fiery Lord Jirom.

"You're still defending him. hm?"

"D.he doesn't, a. dad! he was good to me. he protected me and..."

"Protect you and use you as his weapon!"

Whuang silently stared at the weak Lord Jirom who shook his head with disgusted eyes at the helpless state he was in.

"Where is that guy now? where's the man you love so much when you need him?"

Whuang's breath was choking strongly. His lips shook again remembering the words and treatment of Daychi earlier as if looking at him only as a bed warmer.

"D ..him..."

"Where? is she with you? was he looking for you when you weren't around? no, right?!" trivial Mr. Jirom pulled the sobs of Whuang who could not bear it anymore to clutch his chest.

K..why? i...i've fallen in love with you. k..why are you doing this?! why Daychi?

"There is no such thing as sincerity in this world!! they'll only be close when you've got something that's profitable and valuable to them, moments like this no one will want to sustain you."

Whuang silently continued to cry, expelling all the pain. A bad fate always befalls him and is it a curse or a catastrophe itself?!

"Open your eyes. The whuang! they just want to hold this world alone, they are selfish and always make new faces every day. deceive the eyes of all the weak and present like you!!" it was like he had experienced. It seemed to tell a bitter experience of life in this dark world.

"B...What about you?" tanya Whuang looked at Mr. Jirom who was even chuckling softly.

"Me?"

"Hm. k. You're the same, aren't you?"

The laughter of Mr. Jirom widened to hear the question tickle his stomach. Whuang just silently stared at all the crazy behavior of his father who until now he did not understand.

"You're a tool to me. The whuang! you're a very profitable pet."

"Am I your son or not. ha??? why are you doing all this to me??? why???" whuang snapped with a trembling voice and teary eyes questioning the thing she had wanted to take out but was afraid to speak.

"Why am I .. I'm not the same as the kids out there? i...i also want to be like that!!" continued Whuang a little sip because the lump of it began to thicken in his breath.

"K.why. Daddy's? hiks. why?"

"You want to know?" hiss Mr. Jurom crouched down and then gripped the two cheeks Whuang who looked bigger and swollen with bloody lips due to a slap berubtun tonight.

"You're color. NOT MY FLESH BLOOD!"

Duarr....

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