My Destiny in the Hands of a Psychopath.
Chapter:2 You want to play with me?.

"Damn it, what should I do now." I said in my heart.

The man in front of me was looking at me sharply, I didn't dare to look at him. I just lowered my head and thought of a way to get out of here.

" Did you see it?." A raucous voice came out of his mouth.

"A_I don't know anything, please don't kill my a_, a_I promise a_I won't tell this to anyone but I beg you to let my a_ go." I stammered pleading.

"What can you say I can believe?." It's cold

Ouh god, his voice alone has made me shiver let alone miss him.

"I_iya I will keep this affair a secret, please let me go, a_I don't want to die now please."

"What's the guarantee if you break it?." Ask

"J_if I break it k_you can kill me." I replied.

The man before me was silent for a moment before opening his voice.

"Gear at me." tell him

The man in front of me was currently telling me to look at him, yet I was looking at him right now I was afraid of being really scared.

" Gaze at me" he said again.

" I SAID LOOK AT ME." His face in front of my face.

I was shocked to hear his screams, I dare to look at him now I see clearly his face here. Very handsome yet terrible.

"Are you sure what you said hm?." It's cold

"I_yes."

"Then you wait here." Prattling

" U_for what?."

" Don't try to get out of here." Speak spontaneously

"Oh my god, how should I." My inner

2 Minutes had passed, but now the man had not come either. It was raining out there, it crossed my mind to run away from this place, but on the other hand I was afraid that until he could find me.

However, right now I have no other way to venture out of that place slowly and run as hard as I can.

Not a few seconds from my departure, the man came and suddenly his jaw hardened when he did not see me on the spot.

"It turns out you want to play with me, well I'll do it." Mumbled the man.

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"Huhh.huhh.huhh, it doesn't seem like he's following me." I muttered incoherently because I ran non-stop.

"Bright.. Now it's raining so heavily my clothes are wet now, and my suitcase was left in place, so I don't want to go back to that place, I better find an inn first." Mumbled Ara.

Ara rushed to look for small boarding houses, a few minutes later Ara was grateful for getting the costs that were right with the money he held.

"This is the key, if you need something don't hesitate to say it with mom." Prattling

"Dad mom thanks." My speech

"Jaudah mommy said to come home first." Prattling

" Well, I'm careful."

I leaned over to get the key, but while I was picking it up I saw a leg behind me.

I had thought that there was no one here, Mother Kosan had gone home and then who was she?.

Suddenly my mind stopped to the man I had met earlier, my reflexes turned around and it was true that he was the man.

"K_you?." My speech stammered

"Why? you want to play with me hm." He said with a red face.

"No, I don't want to, please....Plsamg...Toll.mmpphtt."

The man silenced my mouth with his handkerchief I rebelled, but his strength was strong and managed to make me unconscious.

The man picked me up Ala Brindal Style, and put me in his car.

Along the way I was not aware, because the man gave a fairly high duration of anesthesia in his handkerchief.

*

5 minutes later, the man took the fig to a house and laid the fig on his king-size bed.

He looked at Ara so fixedly, occasionally the man stroked the fig cheek and removed the fig hair from her face.

" You're so beautiful and yet it's a pity that you don't listen to other people's orders, and I don't like people who dispute my orders." Mumbled the man.

The man walked towards the sofa and sat watching Ara who was lying unconscious on her bed.

Jackson William Wildon...That was the name of the man who brought Ara. He was the only son of Jordan William Wildon and Ameli William Wildon. Both of his parents had left the world when Jackson was 9 years old when it was Jackson in foster care by a friend of his father, Candra, Jackson was called Candra with the name Om.

Jordan has died of murder and her mother died of depression in her husband's home. Now Jackson is hereditary from his father who is a Psychopath and it is fully supported by Candra.

Jackson is famous for his cold, uncaring nature, once angry very creepy, he does not like anyone who straddles and refutes him. That's what scared everyone and bowed to Jackson.

And it makes Jackson a Psychopath or can be said KING PSYCHOPAT.

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"Eunghhh." Ara's shrill voice.

Ara blinked her eyes slowly to condition with the light of the lamp.

"A_me where?" murmured

"Yet you wake up."

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Jackson William Wildon's.

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