The Secret Girl of Mr. Thelar
Painful Whip

Drizzle down at where Clara is currently. The girl stared at the door that was still tightly closed and locked from the outside with a restless heart. For several days he could not sleep well, the shadow of his uncle was always present in the scary nightmares of his childhood.

The clock has shown at nine o'clock at night, for some reason the atmosphere feels quiet, not as usual. Clara felt that the few people standing guard at that place were reduced in number. The girl who was still trying to recognize the outside world was always observing the movements of the residents of the house through the glass window of the room where she was at this time.

"I must be brave," he murmured while rubbing his face with both palms, his breathing sounding worried.

He realized, during his time at the Teshar house he did not dare to fight the man at all. There was an awkward feeling in his heart that he felt quite comfortable with the circumstances, but the circumstances here felt different. For some reason, he felt that fighting was one of the best ways to get out of this confined state.

Chequek! Sounding loud, suddenly the door was opened from the outside, Clara prancing backwards from where she stood with trembling hands, she looked at the arrival of a man who was none other than her uncle, Jeffrin.

His eyes stare hatefully at the figure of the man who in his mind is full of memories of cruelty to his grandmother when he was a child.

"Actually, what would Uncle want?!" clara's question turned sour.

The man in his sixties chuckled while walking over. His steps intimidated Clara so much that the girl's body seemed to be very alert by retreating away, she was very sure that this man must have had malicious intentions towards her.

"Stop!" clara shouted holding Jeff's steps with her hand gesture, the man immediately commented a smile and stopped his steps.

"Is your relationship with Teshar not as close as I thought?" the question was still looking at Clara with a scary smile filled with plans, Clara could read it, therefore the girl tried to avoid and stay away from the man.

"What do you mean, Uncle?" clara did not understand, more precisely refused to answer.

"Curtain!" his bedpan while spitting was upset. The man who was now wearing a neat dark blue suit looked sharply at Clara, as if the girl was of no use at all.

"Let go of me, I don't know what Uncle's problem is, so let me go," Clara tried to be brave, but unfortunately the man was even open to hearing it.

The man immediately gave the order to his men who were standing in front of the door with their eyes tails. The man immediately nodded in understanding and grabbed the phone that was in his pants pocket and started recording.

Clara felt confused herself, finally only being able to look with uneasy feelings what she would receive tonight. Occasionally staring alternately between the man who is now directing the cellphone until the bright flash facing him, also the uncle who now looks at him cynically, staring at him from the tip of the foot to the tip of the head. Clara felt alone.

"Will he do me any harm" the inner Clara swallowed the salivary that was getting drier.

"I want to see, does that guy really not care about your circumstances? Is he sure he'll let you suffer at my hands?" his chattering while revealing a trivial smile, made Clara shake her head slowly as the old man approached her.

"You Uncle what!" clara's cry restrained the anxiety that was now beginning to strike. He panicked and retreated quickly to keep his distance safe.

Without waiting for long the man immediately walked quickly, moving closer to Clara who started to run away. The girl tried to hold back and distance the two by running towards a long sofa that was inside the room.

"Stop, and let me show my power to that stupid man!" jeff snapped and ran small to catch Clara.

Clara quickly left her place and moved on to another place. He even had to throw things that he could reach out to slightly prevent the man from touching him.

"Sir Teshar, help me," Inner Clara cried out bitterly. He was very sorry to have crossed the line of advice given by the man to keep. The girl was really scared.

"Stop that shitty carrier girl!" snapped Jeff again because he felt impatient again to play around, the time was not much.

The man immediately ran more nimble and fast in slashing Clara's pace in keeping his distance with her. The girl was still able to sneak around, stretching from one chair to another to avoid Jeff's hand grabbing her body.

"Please, Uncle. Let go of Clara, I don't know anything!" clara shouted still trying to avoid Jeff's hand grabbing her shirt.

The man immediately jumped past the sofa chair until he could be at the point where Clara was standing. The girl surged in shock, rushing to try to shuffle backwards, but it was a pity that Jeff's burly hand managed to grab his arm so much that Clara had to lose balance and finally fell plunged to the floor.

"Although, Uncle," he groaned with terrified eyes, his lips trembling and immediately trying to turn to his uncle who was now standing straight looking at him with a sinister smile expanding.

Clara felt her legs limp, her body trembling with a sitting position facing toward Jeff, herself trying to move backwards with the position still sitting limp.

"Receive my punishment, bad boy," said Jeff grabbing Clara's hand and pulling her back to his feet, but Clara tried to fight back by holding her body firmly on the floor and trying to escape the firm grip of Jeff's sturdy fingers.

"Take me off, Uncle. I beg you, have mercy on me" lamented Clara trying to beg for mercy.

The girl recalled that this man did not like to be opposed, did not like to be hindered, until his body seemed to react stiffly, unmoving, unable to move to run from the man.

"Stand, hurry!" the man's jolt again still pulled Clara's arm, so inevitably the girl lost and her body lifted was also dragged by the man.

"Uncle, loose!" ronta Clara is still trying to get away.

Jeff still gave a sharp eye to Clara. The girl could only try to fight back by pulling back her hand to escape. He ignored the pain of grip and twisting on the arm that Jeff did to stop the resistance.

The girl walked towards the bed, her body was immediately pushed strong and fell into the bed until her reflection snapped at Clara's body. The girl immediately shuffled backwards avoiding Jeff.

"Give me my whip," Jeff asked in a cold voice as he turned to the bodyguard who immediately ran over to him.

"Whip? Is uncle gonna whip my body?" clara asked with her lips and body increasingly trembling in fear.

Cat! The tip of the whip jolted loudly right at Clara's arm and body.

"Aughh! Forgive me, Uncle .. sick!" the girl cried out in pain.

The girl's hand reflexively immediately rubbed his arm reddened by being hit by a whip, the pain and heat felt running across the surface of the skin.

Jeff was still standing beside the bed with a look of furious eyes, feeling that the girl was of no use at all to lure Teshar to do as he wished. With a darkened face showing emotion, the man swung the whip back into the air, his jaw tightening with gnashing teeth full of desire to immediately vent his anger at the girl.

Clara stared at Jeff's hand that was still hanging in the air, the whip felt so strong jerking his body that it felt very painful. The girl was still staring at Jeff terrified as she tried to slightly inched away by sliding her body to the edge.

"I tell you where your parents are" the man said, squinting.

Clara is still slowly edging away from her uncle who is now moving around, trying to scare Clara from getting out of bed. The man screeched with ridiculing eyes, but Clara could only be silent on the lookout no intention to interrupt her uncle's words a little.

"You, stupid girl! Destroy Teshar and his family, if you want to take revenge for the deaths of your parents" he grinned.

Clara swallowed her choked saliva. What his uncle said made him widen in shock in disbelief.

“My parents' death?” Clara said quietly with buying eyes.

Plaque! The whip again grabbed Clara's leg, until the girl again screamed in pain. My eyes turned sharp with tears.

"Auggaghhh! Be ill. Brother Teshar, help me," cried Clara as she bit her lower lip, trying to endure the excruciating pain on her body.