Marriage for Revenge
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Walk slowly, hoping that the owner of the house is not there or has fallen asleep. Nesya had guessed that Fariz would definitely be furious, let alone Nesya leaving without her husband's permission. The girl breathed a sigh of relief, while already inside her room. Without him realizing, that the figure that was avoided was sitting on Nesya's bed while paying attention to her movements.

“Huh congratulations... Surely the fierce devil is not at home!” casually the girl took off her clothes and threw it carelessly, not knowing if the sweaty uniform landed on Fariz's face.

“Nesya Latisha..” soft but creepy voice makes Nesya's hair stand up.

Nesya bit her lower lip, turned her head slowly, her eyes wide at the sight of Fariz already standing behind her.

His hand was trying to grab anything to cover his body which was only wrapped in a tank top, but Fariz held him back. Nesya gulped roughly, as Fariz looked at her with a hard-to-understand look.

“Satisfied at leisure?” the burly hand stroked Nesya's hair, making the girl even more afraid.

“Why silent?” feeling unable to get an answer, Fariz raised Nesya's chin which had just looked down.

“M-sorry.” Nesya turned her face away, she was unable to see the terrifying gaze that seemed to pierce through her lungs.

“Say where are you from?” the man carried Nesya and threw her on the bed.

“I.. I was working on a task, Nesya's” rewinded her body, her feelings getting more agitated as Fariz crawled into bed.

“What task?”

Nesya did not dare to answer, he saw Fariz was looking for something on his phone, again Nesya was surprised when Fariz showed a photo of himself with Fabian.

“Tasks like this huh?” snapped Fariz then pulled Nesya's leg so that the girl lay on her back.

“Kak, don't!” Nesya revolted, as Fariz was about to forcibly remove her clothes.

“Why? I am your husband! I sent you to school because I didn't want to have a stupid wife like you! But what are you doing huh? You must have deliberately seduced the youngest son of the Darmawan family so that you can take advantage of his wealth!” Fariz looked extremely wrathful, she was mumbling and even biting Nesya's lips violently.

“Kak stop! I'm coming again month!!” nesya's screams made Fariz stop his action.

“No!”

Fariz cursed, he looked at Nesya who was still frightened because of the action that seemed brutal. He was forced to wear his shirt back, but he did not let go of Nesya just like that. Failing to get pleasure under the guise of torture, Fariz pulls Nesya's hand and takes her somewhere.

“That's a punishment for you!” throwing the tiny body into the barn, Fariz locked the door from the outside.

“Sister! Open door!!” Nesya screamed in fear, how could she go through the night in that dark and filthy warehouse. It even looked like some rats were wandering to and fro.

With the remnants of his strength, Nesya continued to shout, his hand was unceasingly hitting the innocent door. His body shivered from wearing only thin clothes.

While Fariz, the man was even cool to play his phone without caring about Nesya's bitter cries that broke the silence that night.

“Kakk... Open door!” nesya's body slumped to the floor, her hands hugging her knees, burying her face there. Nesya was really scared, her heart seemed to be slashed, as much as Fariz hated her.

“Kak Abi's... Nesya is not strong,” smooth, her eyes look at the mirror that has been shabby, her brain began to be unable to think clearly.

PRANGS

Fariz who had not slept was jolted at the sound of goods falling from the direction of the warehouse. The man sprinted, his heart racing very fast, seeing that Nesya was unconscious with fresh blood flowing in his hands.

“Fucking girl! You can't die, I'm not satisfied torturing you!!” Fariz lifted Nesya's body, when he was in the car, Fariz realized that his wife only wore a skirt and tank top so that it showed her neck filled with his masterpiece.

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