Scandal Compound Love
Episode 2

The sound of an owl sounded terrifying in Jasmine's ears. Synchronous with his own state that looks very sad.

In a room-may be called ... room, which is actually more fitting to be called a warehouse in the middle of nowhere than a place where humans unwind.

The variety of piles of used items scattered around him, creating a torturous stuffy aroma. A five-watt yellow bulb, hanging from the origin above Jasmine's head, supported the gloomy feeling that enveloped the young woman.

On the base of a mattress that almost parallel the floor, occupied Jasmine with a cold snuggled position.

Nah! It was definitely not cold from the night air ambush, but rather a cruel crashing fear, to the point of making his body tremble uncontrollably.

He's cooped up!

Her tears were unceasingly flowing, printing wetness around the pillow that supported her head.

His heart was relentlessly blaspheming fate. As a woman and of course an ordinary human being, Jasmine really could not accept this injustice.

A moment before, the figure of the hoodie man he met on the road leading back to his boarding house a few hours ago, the man involved in the cruelty of persecution who was forced to be caught in the eyes of his head, was a victim of a violent crime, it had snatched away the precious within Jasmine.

The men dragged her after getting out of a stalled car in the courtyard of a remote building - where.

Jasmine's horrified feeling grew even more inflamed back then, when she saw several other men welcoming in front of the door, doing a bow motion as if paying respect to the three men who just got out of the car that carried him.

Jasmin couldn't make a single move. His hands were firmly blocked by two men - aside from the hoodie man who was walking leisurely in front of him. It was made worse by his mouth wrapped in duct tape. He was dragged into the building.

Furthermore, after being inside, he was roughly transferred by two men banning the hoodie man. Then without hesitation and even seemed cruel, the man threw him into a room that was not not the room that Jasmine now occupied in fragility.

After locking the slot in the door, the hoodie man continued by opening strands by strands of his clothes, leaving only his trousers subordinates who had a little splash of blood on the knee. It must have been the blood of the person he had tortured, Jasmine thought in horror.

Jasmine did not even dare to look at the man's face. His fear grew into an incredible horror. His shout was considered a night song.

"Show all you're happy." The man grinned as he continued walking slowly bare-chested approaching Jasmine who was ridiculously banging on the door asking to be opened.

Who will grant it? When the one in front of him turned out to be the leader of the men who were out there.

The irony!

"Maybe only fireflies will hear your voice" the man continued. His palm began to move caressing Jasmine's wet cheek.

"Don't, I'm mohooonn." Jasmine shook her head in a weak voice in a sobs of fear. His body had descended hugging his own knees. "Please me ...."

"All would be nice if you would cooperate" said the man who was no longer a hoodie. His position had been that he aligned with Jasmine-squatted. "You're sweet." Heavy sounds. Her head had been right at the nape of Jasmine's innocence, as the girl tied the height of her hair to form a ponytail. "Also fragrant."

"No ... no. .. please release meuu ...." Jasmine started to roar. "I promise I won't tell anyone, let alone the police, about what you're doing." The girl tried to negotiate.

But it seems ....

"YYYOK!!!" jasmine screamed, followed by the chuckling laughter of the men outside the room.

All in vain, just once ambushed, the man had started the action. Tearing and crushing Jasmine's crown of honor heartlessly. Some time, until satisfied all his desires.

Depraved, after being satisfied to complete the action, the man left and locked him like a pet.

The one Jasmine remembers ....

In addition to his tall body, the older man has golden brown eyes, blond hair, and has a perfectly firm jaw.

He's obviously a bule. Bule's savage!

After being content to roll in a wail of pain, Jasmine slowly tried to lift her unclad body a thread to sit down. Puffy eyes reddened because his crying did not want to stop.

After successfully neutralizing her head that felt like it was floating around in circles, Jasmine's palm stuck out tremblingly grabbed her clothes that were splattered in two different corners of the crowded room, then put on them with great difficulty.

Part of his groin was painful for him to carry standing upright. But still forced even with a grimacing face. He had to get out of that horrible place as soon as possible.

But how?

Jasmine's eyes began to circulate observing the entire room. Nothing can be expected. Only weathered items are clearly no longer used by the owner. He sighed in despair.

Until his eyes caught a wide wooden frame obstructed piles of cardboard on one side. And that might be .. a window!

Jasmine's eyes sparkled instantly. He began to move closer to his expectations.

And ....

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"Hey! That woman doesn't exist!!" One of the men assigned to guard Jasmine shouted in surprise, after finding the stuffy room empty.

The other one came in. His face was similarly shocked, yet had yet to say anything, after finally his eyes caught the shutters that were slightly fluttering in the wind behind the pile of cardboard. "He ran through there."

"Where, huh? Where's the boss coming back!" confused complaining.

The colleague next to him bought it. "Yes, get chased, you idiot!"

With heavy footsteps forced, Jasmine continued to walk down the desolate streets nonstop. Getting farther and farther away. Occasionally his face looked back, anxious that the man would manage to catch up and catch up with him.

And the next look on her face, made Jasmine half-dead.

Sure enough!

From a distance, he began to see two men running around looking left and right, clearly they were looking for something. And Jasmine guessed right! It must be what they're looking for!

Maleness, Jasmine looked here and there, looking for a place to hide. There's nothing! The doors of the simple bamboo tavern around him had even been closed. If he hid behind him, they would have managed to find and capture him.

Nah!

Until his eyes fell on a car like a few meters at the end of the turn in front there. He saw the driver was busy removing the contents of his bladder under a small tree.

Not waiting for anything, Jasmin immediately stepped up quickly to the car that was transporting some types of vegetables and then rode it. He fell down in fear after his body landed on the body of the car. His heart hopes, may the car speed up.