The Story of an Injured Wife
Dumped Into a Psychopath's Nest

By installing a lot of CCTV it will be much easier to monitor the activities that occur in this house. I was staring in the garden behind the house. I'm assessing my own personality. I judge what mistakes I have made so far.

So far, I'm not a perfect person. I also had some mistakes, which was great. I was drunk at the bar, I was wrong to accuse an innocent man. He is Desi. Tomorrow I'll go find him and apologize.

I made peace with the situation.

I made peace with the man who betrayed his promise. Cheering and screaming at me from behind.

I have also shown the world that I and Mas Damar, have returned to how they were. Especially, I did this for the sake of this child that was about to be born.

Making peace with mistakes is wonderful. From this moment on I want to be a stronger person. May there be no storm that makes me change like a wreck. The froth that was swayed in the blue sea turmoil.

"I have to be a tough human being" I said, closing my eyes.

Suddenly something slammed into the back of Yaya's head until Yaya's eyes were twitching and Yaya fainted. After that, Yaya was carried in a bin, put in a large sack, and put in the trunk of the car. Tonight looks a bit gripping.

A pregnant woman who was brought cruelty night. Who did? He is Arif. Arif wants to throw Elma into an old house where there are reportedly horrible residents inside. Not a subtle creature but a PSYCHOPATH.

Drizzle down, a symbol of sadness. Gaping up to the air. Eve is cold! Where will the fate of women who are pregnant be? Will he survive or will he end? The great apocalypse means the destruction of the universe, while the small apocalypse is death.

With his cruelty, Arif dragged the sack containing Yaya who was still unconscious. Arif put the sack containing a human named Yaya in an old house.

Arif looked around, up and down the front right left back afraid of suddenly getting a sharp object from the circulating psychopathic story.

"Hopefully that psychopath didn't catch me. I can't be found out, I have to get out of here." said Arif then ran away from Yaya. Unfortunately the sack is still tied, it will make the pregnant woman so difficult to breathe.

The sounds of crickets and night beasts were loud. Enlightening a silent and gripping night. Yaya regained his senses, opening up both of his senses of sight. Yaya was immediately greeted with a shabby yellow color in front of his eyes.

"I'm in the sack? Ah, my head still hurts." Yaya groaned.

Yaya tried to get out, but it was hard. He was tied up in a complicated sack.

"Tolooong!"

"Tolooooong!" yaya continued trying, but no one had come yet. As vigorously as he used the hand, the most useful natural tool of man after the eye. Without hands, people would be in trouble.

I tried to tear this sack but it was so hard. I want to say rude, curse the man who did this shit to me!

"Tolooooong!" back screaming.

And finally, no matter what the long tight rope ties were long over time saggy. Thankfully, I finally got out of the sack. Like a baby coming out of his mother's womb. I cried and screamed, a horrible old house and a lot of smoke flying around the black period.

Lots of old paintings on the walls. This old house has been uninhabited for a long time. Oh, my God, it's so fucking me tonight.

"Help?" I shouted once more.

No one came but my stomach hurt. I tried to crawl into an old chair. I was sitting on it but this chair was porous. Then my ass kissed an old floor full of dust. Pain increases due to this shock. The pain is getting worse. I wrestled with a cold, noisy night. Noisy because of the sound of night animals, as well as quiet because of aloof.

I kept scanning the surroundings. Dark and gripping. Black nights are also dark. Not the wrong night, but the one of the savages who dumped me in this pitch-black place.

I tried to stand up and moved towards an old window. The window was porous and wobbling, like it was about to fall.

I scanned out, there was only an empty garden that was unkempt. Is this place far from crowded life? Where'sme?

"Where's my hp?" i'm panicking.

I try to remember, when my head still feels dizzy and sick. There was someone who threw a hard object at the back of my head. The thing that might have been called the stone, managed to make me close my eyes helplessly.

"If I had known about the culprit, I wouldn't be sorry for him!" pissed me.

My hands are moving in no direction, just as an expression of panic over something that is hurting me tonight. Sassy, bastard, crazy! I shouted rudely in my heart.

I cried in agonizing solitude. A menacing fear, until I saw the shadow of the person who entered the inner area of this old house. I'm not sculpting, I'm going to find a place to hide. I hid behind a pile of wood.

Am I safe here? Geez, I saw a maggot crawling under me. I'm amused but how else, I can't go out now. Maybe, I will be arrested with that person, if that person turns out to be a criminal.

I was lurking from behind the crack, that guy was carrying a knife! I'm sure he's not a good guy. How am I supposed to do this? Am I gonna get caught with him and my life is gonna end tonight?

I closed my eyes, cold sweat pouring out. Geez, that person is closing in on this pile of wood! Will the man who hid his face behind the zombie-faced mask soon find me? Who her?

Could he be the killer I've seen in movies or web series?

The atmosphere is increasingly tense, this heart is no longer because of beating. That pair of boots feet is getting closer! I can see it from below. I felt like a victim in a trhiller movie I used to watch, tense and creepy! The man then opened...

Seriate.