The Charm of the Second Wife Being Filled
15. The Destruction of Dilara

At seven o'clock in the evening, Dilara arrived home after a day of busying herself in the factory. His body was completely tired and his eyes were very sleepy, he wanted to sleep for a while but his arrival was instead coldly welcomed by Dafa.

The man sitting on the sofa crossed his legs, his hands stretched out straight on the back of the sofa while the next one held a glass filled with drinks. Dilara did not know what the drink was, but it certainly smelled exactly the same as Dafa's mouth that night, when he picked up Dafa at the bar.

Is Dafa drunk?

Perhaps, Dafa's eyes look red, his gaze looks like an eagle that is stalking prey. A slight slanted grin that moved at the corner of her lips made Dilara feel uneasy, she quickly ran towards the room.

Dilara had not yet closed the door, Dafa's tall body suddenly stood before him. The stoned man held down the door with his foot, then pushed it violently. Dilara's frail body was instantly dragged and fell on the floor.

"Aww..." Dilara grimaced while holding his butt and elbow that crashed, then rubbed it slowly.

"Heh, sick?" Dafa grinned, then stepped in while displaying a demonic smile. Dilara who saw that shuddered in horror, she was really afraid to see Dafa who was like a possessed person.

"M-Bag..." Dilara stammered and dragged her body backwards. He wanted to stand up and move away, but his legs were quickly held back by Dafa who was now crouching before him.

Instantly the gaze of the Dafa demon turned filled with mist, his eyes glazed withholding the already well-stained liquid. He grabbed Dilara's nape and gripped her roughly.

"Why Dila? Why are you playing with my feelings? What do you really want from me? I'm trying to give you my love, but why are you hurting me? Why betray me?" cerca Dafa eroded the distance between them, then wiped Dilara's lips blindly.

"mmm... M-Mas.." cried Dilara with great difficulty, but Dafa seemed to not hear and care about his hearing.

Not only did Dilara's rough lips melu*mat, Dafa also twisted his tongue greedily, Dafa even by grimly sucking and salivating his wife, then biting her like a man of loyalty.

Dilara was unable to endure the pain that Dafa created, even to fight back she had no energy. Only tears can show the pain.

Not stopping there, Dafa then forcibly pulled the dress attached to Dilara's body. The cotton clothes were torn instantly so as to show Dilara's personal assets, which were only wrapped in bra and triangle. Dilara tried to rebel but his body was overpowered by Dafa.

"Don't Mas, I beg you!" pinta Dilara was tearful, not what she wanted.

"Why not? Has your body been touched by it?" point at Dafa with a tight jaw. The more Dafa remembered it, the more his blood boiled.

Regardless of Dilara's cry, Dafa quickly removed the object that was still covering Dilara's body.

"No, don't do this to me! Please stop!" pinta Dilara pleaded as Dafa's lips sank into her chest. Even the core feels pain when something is about to enter it.

"aaah... Mas, sick.." cried Dilara as Dafa forced his way in violently. Despite the difficulties, Dafa continued to force his trunk through the core of Dilara.

"Aaah.." again Dilara could only scream withstanding the extreme pain.

The above-normal sized object butted to the base, making Dilara's bones feel broken. Her tears continued to flow enjoying the pain that Dafa had given her. Not only his physique but his heart was also broken when Dafa did not treat him like a wife.

Dilara could only cry and continue to cry as Dafa was struggling to pursue the peak of pleasure that he had been able to endure for one week. Even Dilara's cry was unable to stop her action that was burning burning passion.

After nearly an hour, Dafa finally collapsed beside Dilara. His eyes instantly closed after channeling his maleness desire and sowing seeds at the core of Dilara.

From the feeling of wanting to die this second as well, his entire body ached and ached like he had just been hit by the ruins of a building. Let alone to stand, just moving it feels so difficult due to the pressure of Dafa and the hardness of the ceramic floor that supports his body.

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Two hours later, Dilara tried hard to stand up. His steps were broken when he entered the bathroom. After turning on the shower, he also let his frail body sprayed with water. It was cold, but not as cold as Dilara who was now frozen.

He rubbed his body so roughly that it gave rise to berets on every surface of his skin. Let it be, for what to maintain that beautiful skin if her husband just does not appreciate it and instead treats her like an animal.

A husband rapes his own wife without any mercy. The union that was supposed to leave a special impression, instead ended up becoming a wound that Dilara could not forget for the rest of her life.

After cleaning the body and the traces Dafa left inside her, Dilara rushed to put on clothes and took out a piece of paper and crossed it out with ink.

There's nothing left, Dilara can't survive this marriage hell. It should have been from the beginning that he did not have to humble himself just to get the love of the man he loved so much.

Is this the return of the sincere love he gave? Even his sacrifice was completely worthless in the eyes of Dafa.

With heavy steps, Dilara hurriedly packed the clothes. After putting the paper on the mattress, he stepped away while dragging his suitcase, leaving behind all the wounds and bitterness that should not have happened.

Now the regret comes after the despair that he had just vanished. Ego destroys itself, love blinds the eyes of his heart so that it is dragged to the edge of the abyss so deep.

There was nothing more she expected from this marriage.

After putting the suitcase on the motorbike, Dilara immediately left without looking back.

At about twelve in the night, Dafa woke up and pressed on his forehead which still left a feeling of dizziness. Slowly he sat down and rubbed his eyes while collecting his life back.

"Deg..."

Suddenly Dafa's eyes widened to see his innocent body without any wrapping, even his heart was pounding as he watched the frozen red stains on his trunk.

"What have I done?" muttered Dafa shook his head. His guess grew stronger when he found dried blood patches at the bottom of the floor.

"No way, what is this?" Dafa twists the neck combing every corner of the room that feels silent and gripping.

What the hell happened to him? What has he done to Dilara?

"Did I do it? Did I force him?" muttering Dafa, he could not remember what he had done before.

With a panicked face, Dafa scattering grabbed the pants lying on the floor and put them on in a hurry. When looking for Dilara to the living room, the corner of his eye accidentally saw a piece of paper located on the mattress. Soon Dafa grabbed him and pegged the writing on it.

"In life, I've loved three handsome men at different times. From childhood I was raised by Papa with more affection and attention. He always obeyed whatever I wanted. Yes, he was my first love, the man I loved so much all my life. He didn't even refuse when I wanted a man who already had a wife. Wh why? Because Papa wants to see me happy with the person I love half-dead, I'm almost crazy to think about it all the time."

"Then when I was in the first grade of Elementary School, I foolishly liked a high school teenager who had helped me when caught in a lightning storm in a small shop. So scared of her, I reflexively hugged her. He returned my arms and tried to calm me down. I felt comfortable in his arms, my fear suddenly gone due to the warmth of his body. But so stupid, I didn't even have time to ask what his name was. I had been waiting for him a few times at the shop, but we never saw each other again. Slowly, I tried to forget it. I don't think we'll ever meet again."

"Then now, I love a married man. I realized it was wrong, that feeling came when I didn't know she was married. At first I thought he was still a bachelor so that sense grew and blossomed in this heart. I've tried to forget it, but suddenly I feel like I have a chance after finding out that the household isn't okay. Several times I stalked and always heard arguments just because of economic problems. That's why I came to his wife so that there was an agreement between the two of us."

"I never intended to buy it, nor did I ever think of it as merchandise. I did this because of my great love for her. I was even willing to abandon the luxuries I had and choose a simple life with her. I appreciate it so much, I'm willing to do anything to get a little attention from him."

"However, now my dream is shattered with the pain she's inflicting on my heart. He doesn't want a cheap woman like me, he returns my love with true hatred. Not only did he break my heart, he could even physically hurt me. What else is left? It was all over when he forced me to serve his depraved lust. Be ill... If he asked for it with gentleness, I wouldn't have possibly rejected it. That's his right and I want it too. Dear all has happened, let me go carry the remains of the memories that have been recorded in my memory, let this love disappear as time goes on. I don't know what my life is without him. Maybe I'll die slowly bringing a little bit of sweet memories that were accidentally created between the two of us."

"Rubber..."

"Craang's..."

A hard blow floated on the vanity mirror, fresh blood flowed along with tiny shards of shard falling on the floor.

"Dila.." cried Dafa hysterically with tears. His body slumped on the floor befriending the shapeless glass shard. As well as Dafa currently felt, his heart was broken regretting the depraved deeds he had just done.

Why should he drink? Can't he be patient and talk well? If only Dafa had not been burned by jealous flames, Dilara would not have experienced such an event.