The Angkara Murka
The Book of Warriors Verse of Fourteen
The woman was not surprised at all by James' rejection. It was still me continuing to smile as her form slowly disappeared, replaced by another female figure with long twisted hair, rooted in all directions. Body's naked. His pair of chest alternated into a densely filled and long slack dangling. Similarly, his face continuously changed from the face of a beautiful young woman to a middle-aged woman with a witch face.
Wong Ayu shouted loudly without a sound. His body slowly disappeared along with the loss of the female figure that he heard the man say as Princess Jejung Buih.
He saw clearly, the demonic woman who disguised herself as the Calonarang Mother reappeared, penetrating this foreign world. Though Wong Ayu was convinced that he and his three new colleagues as Chess Angkara, had managed to prevent him in his own world. How can he get out into another world and use this man as his new tool?
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Bandi did not have time to fire his gun, when the muddy male figure the source of today's chaos tore the bodies of his men.
No magazines from handguns or machete shrapnel that can penetrate the man's skin. On the contrary, with his fingers, just a moment of Bandi's men attacking him had become a broken blood bag.
Blood spurted in all directions, along with severed arms, broken and sticking bones pierced through flesh and skin, as well as a detached and rolled head.
Bandi ran as fast as she could until her heart burned. In his entire life, he had never felt such a great fear.
Bandi tried to catch her breath that was wasted all out. His heart seemed to want to escape from the cavity where he was attached and about to fall into his stomach.
Horror swirled in his head, while the fear of death was already at the end of his throat.
"Damn ... Shit ... I don't want to die today! I have achieved this high. I already have men, quite respected, respected and feared. There have been many sacrifices I have made to be in this position. I don't want to die silly!" jerit Bandi in heart.
He had entered into a spacious warehouse and immediately locked the door of his steel. The warehouse did not really contain items that needed to be stored, just a pile of cardboard in the corner, as well as wooden cabinets that he hardly knew what the point was.
Bandi sat leaning against one of the wooden cabinets. Cold sweat flows non-stop. The handle of the gun in his hand became slippery by the sweat.
Before long the steel door was pounded hard. The sound of a steel door being banged by a certain force was echoing throughout the warehouse room.
Bandi jerks. He no longer knew what to do when it did not take long the heavy door was blown away from its hinges and made a loud noise when dragged rubbing against the floor.
It is his survival instinct that is now taking over. He emptied the magazine of his gun into the door, without knowing what and who the target was. The sound of explosions echoed and made Bandi's own ears hurt.
The light bulb splashes an electric incandescent, fades and illuminates, fades brightly, then goes out.
It's pitch-dark.
The sound 'click, click, click, click, ' when Bandi continues to press the trigger of the gun that has run out of contents.
The sweat of Bandi fell like a waterfall, sticking his clothes to his wet body.
Suddenly the room was bright. The lights were just bought.
The figure was a young girl with long straight black hair who was swaying as if in the wind even though no breeze like that could enter this warehouse.
His pair of plump eyes paired with a sharp nose and thin lips red, plain and exciting.
The young girl was not dressed. His dense pair of chest with a peak standing defiantly did not close at all. His skin was as white as day, beating out the bright lights that suddenly came back to life.
Both arms are slender, flexing beautifully in the armpits to the hips. His stomach was flat, continuing until the dark part below him. Her thighs and calves were small, as if it was impossible to support her beautiful body.
The body is completely covered with nothing, naked like a newborn baby.
Female problem, Bandi is not an enthusiast, unlike his old friend, Kardiman. For Sandy, women are a problem. There is already plenty of evidence, big-time criminals, or strong men like anything will fall apart when dealing with women.
Sangkuriang who is very powerful, became so stupid when he fell in love with his own birth mother, Dayang Sumbi. Same is the case with Bandung Bandawasa who did everything to get the love of Roro Jonggrang. He even became a slave to the woman's material desires. These two powerful people are not capable in the hands of women, but their self-esteem is meaningless.
Bandi is determined not to want the origin of such female play; giving all for the sake of women just to enjoy the pleasure of meeting only.
It doesn't mean he doesn't like women. He goes to the hawker sometimes. But just like eating, it was just a mere necessity. He does not adore women to the extent that they lose focus and the real purpose of life, namely power. Women are just a small matter in their lives, even almost no different from urinating, sleeping or bathing.
But, this mysterious young female figure was completely different. Bandi felt an ecstasy that could not be described.
He got the urge to worship and give everything for the woman, including her life and self-esteem, something that became the opposite because he had determined from the beginning.
Not only the charm of the body, the plain body that is sculpted so perfectly; not only the beauty that caresses him to lose sanity; but there is a thing that this figure has that he himself longs for: power and power.
"How much do you want power, Bandi?" said the figure. His voice came out from between his lips smoothly. The seductive voice was in line with his extraordinary charisma.
Bandi felt her tongue was a joke. Not a single word escaped his mouth.
The figure walked closer. The movement of his legs, hips, friction of the two inner thighs in the dark middle was impossible to escape from the view of Bandi.
The woman was down on the Bandi. His chest fell freely, forming a scene that darkened the gaze of any man.
He opened his mouth, licked the muzzle of Bandi's gun.
Bandi released her grip on her gun that fell onto the cement floor of the warehouse. He stood up, then realized and was ashamed that another limb was standing with him.
The female figure also got up.
The two face very close. Bandi smelled the scent of fragrant flowers as fragrant as from the undressed body. When the figure came back to speak, the reason was much more fragrant and intoxicating. "How much do you want to be in power, Bandi?" A similar question, just with a different sentence.