Trapped in Love Miss Arogan
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"My full name is Alexander Clinton. Ah, just call me Xander." she again seemed to be smiling broadly.

"And yes, it just so happens that the girl you're bothering is my sister Charlotte Clinton" Xander pointed to Charlotte with her chin.

Hearing that sentence Brandon's eyes rounded.

"Who did you say?" Brandon asked as if he could not believe his ears. He's starting to get nervous now.

"Oh come. I'm sure you can hear my words clearly" Xander said sternly.

Xander then stared intently at Brandon without the slightest intention of letting go of his grip on the young man.

"You? Xa-Xander?" brandon said with a stammering tone.

"That's it! Right enough. Didn't I tell you before that you can hear me clearly. Right, right?" xander said calmly but sounded so cold, Brandon suddenly just creeped out in fear.

'Dead me' muttered Brandon.

He knows who Xander is.

All this time people were talking about the young man as a 'monster' who always stood behind Charlotte.

He was the first to retaliate if anyone dared to touch his sister without her permission.

Don't ask the fallen victim for daring to be rude to Charlotte. It can't even be counted on the fingers. Ah, Brandon must be very unlucky to meet this 'monster' right now.

"Are you aarrgghhh…"

Brandon screamed in pain as Xander clutched his wrist tightly until the beam he was holding fell to the ground.

Brandon held onto his wrist which looked slightly bloody.

How not? In addition to gripping, it turns out Xander also stuck his fingernails on Brandon's hand and stabbed his flesh deeply.

Look, with just one hand Xander already made this kind of wound in Brandon's hand.

Whimpering in pain, Brandon moved backwards while holding onto his bleeding wrist.

Xander lowered his head, then crouched down to pick up the beam earlier then looked at Brandon with a sinister smile.

"What do you want to do with this little thing, hm?" taunted.

Brandon swallowed his saliva roughly. "What are you-argghhh"

Brandon screamed again as Xander unceremoniously slapped the beam on his body just as he was about to speak again.

"Sick, huh?" ejek Xander's.

That made Brandon complain of pain. Xander had just hit his arm hard.

"Don't you just hit someone else like I just did?" xander said calmly.

"Stay away from me! You-arghhh!" Once again Brandon screamed in pain as Xander hit his leg with the beam.

Without waiting any longer, Xander clenched his hand and punched Brandon in the face with only his left hand.

He then kicked Brandon in the chest until the young man fell down and landed with a face that smelled the dusty ground.

"You know, you really talk a lot" Xander said in a cold tone and threw the block in any direction.

With a relaxed movement, Xander now appears to be stretching his neck muscles. It was only after that that Xander stepped up and kicked Brandon in the stomach, making the young man curl up holding his stomach that hurt.

Using his legs, Xander then turned Brandon's body to end up in a prone position.

"Basic fool!" xander said with a powerful thrust on Brandon's back.

Xander then took a sitting position straddling the back of Brandon who is currently still complaining of pain due to the blow earlier.

Brandon tried to rebel and rise because he did not accept his body overlaid by Xander.

"Stay away from me, damn*n!" brandon continues to rebel.

"Stop trying, it's clearly pointless movement!" Xander screeched cynically without distancing himself from the young man's body.

Then with one move Xander immediately twisted Brandon's hand behind his body until the man again screamed in pain.

"Damn it, get your hands off me!" brandon screeched as he sensed Xander pressing down on his hand.

"Is this all you're capable of, huh?" Xander returned a sneaky grin as he looked at Brandon. "Aren't you just so good?"

"Take it off, I say!" brandon shouted once more.

Xander forced Brandon to get up and stand up without removing his cage on the young man's hand.

Then he violently pushed Brandon's body to hit a wall not far from them.

Brandon grimaced in pain as he felt his face hit the wall.

"You're really weak!" xander whispered in Brandon's ear. "You know, if I wanted to, I could even easily eliminate you here, right now. But, it'll obviously add to my work later because I'm gonna have to dump your body."

Brandon's eyes rounded for a moment. Whatisthis? Why was this young man suddenly talking about disposing of his corpse.

And why did he say he wanted to kill her with such a very relaxed tone? His tone really sounded emotionless at all. Is this guy a psychopath?

"You won't b-dare to kill me in such a crowded place!" brandon said with a slightly nervous tone.

Xander snorted cynically.

"Come on, don't test me, stupid! This isn't a test run, is it? Yeah, but if you want me to prove what I said just now. No problem at all."

"And I don't like to be underestimated. So I'll be happy to prove it to you. But the consequence is. You won't be able to see the sun again tomorrow morning."

Brandon shuddered when he heard the threat. He didn't say anything else.

"But you want proof, right?" xander looked around. "It just so happens that this place is deserted."

Brandon's eyes became more rounded when he suddenly felt a cold object touch his back neck.

Knives.

That's knives.

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