Mother Connect For My Son
The Part 57
...I.B.U.S.A.M.B.U.N.G.U.N.T.U.K.A.N.A.K.K.U....
...We are always obliged to help those who believe...
...(.(.QS. Al-Ruum: 47)...
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"Da-Dariush," said Elea slowly but able to hear Dariush.
Dariush was a man in Elea's past. One of the customers who fell in love with Elea. Dariush is handsome, but he's a psychopath.
The way he relates is not like a normal person. He likes to torture Elea. Even every contact he always perpetuates this.
Dariush grinned at Elea with a longing. Slowly move forward to erode their distance.
Elea ran to the stairs as fast as she could, while Dariush just stared leisurely. It's like Elea can't just walk away.
Elea searches for a cell phone and contacts Ardha via a red account. And repeatedly wrote messages for Ardha to come home soon even though Elea knew it was impossible.
Elea stared at the door handle that was turning. Dariush must be trying to open the door.
Although Elea's door was key, Elea was sure that Dariush could break it. For this reason, Elea pushed the dresser and placed the table behind the door.
"Dilla, sweet open the door. I miss your body." Dariush voiced out in a spoiled tone making Elea shudder.
I can no longer imagine how many tears Elea shed from fear.
Elea covered her mouth with both palms while leaning on the lip of the bed.
"Open the door, sweet or want me to break the door again" Dariush again as if toying with Elea's fear. The sound is deliberately made so melodious with the sound of the bass.
Elea's hands were trembling. Ah Elea forgot, she should not be afraid. He has a helper. He was sure God would help his servant.
And the brak, the dressing table shifted due to a very strong push. And slowly came the figure of Dariush who stared with giddiness.
"It turns out you're impatient, sweet. You asked me to meet you in the room." Dariush approached Elea.
"Don't talk nonsense. Now I'm asking you to get out of here!" tell Elea in a loud voice. He must not look afraid in front of Dariush. As much as possible, Elea hid her fears.
"It won't be that easy, DILLA." Dariush pressed Dilla's word. Darush's favorite nickname.
"Go or I'll scream."
"Screaming, sweet. Because I like your screams. It's so tempting and it's getting me excited."
Dariush unbuttoned his shirt two times while looking at Elea with a witty face.
"What do you want?"
"I want you, sweetie. Your body, your screams, everything I miss. Don't you miss me?"
"Don't mess around or I'll report you to my husband." threatened Elea again.
"Ssttttt, don't call husband, sweet. I'm jealous to imagine that man touching my Dilla."
"Stop!" Elea screamed again because Dariush kept coming closer. And now the shirt buttons have been completely removed.
"I haven't started yet, sweetie. How to stop. You are so funny. I like it more."
Dariush grinned while taking off his belt. The tool he used to whip. Imagine the scene he used to do with Elea.
Even just remembering it makes Dariush hot cold. Elea has an attraction that no other woman has.
"Lets play, baby."