WHORING FOR BEING FORCED
VENGEANCES

The girl looked at her fist. There were two red sheets that Harso had slipped into his hands.

Kamilia stepped into the room. Check the contents of the closet that contains good clothes. Who does not belong to.

Kamilia was astonished, why would a maid like her be treated like this.

Kamilia stepped outside the room, her stomach hungry since morning had not been filled. There is so much food he can eat. He took a piece of bread and a glass of water. Kamilia sat at the dining table. His mind wondered what would happen next.

The stomach is now. Kamilia opened her bag, there was a prayer cloth there. Kamilia cleaned herself up then surrendered to the owner for her fate this time. She was worried that the work she was going to do was not a maid.

At night, Mr. Heru comes. Fragrant oil like spilled on his body, very fragrant. Kamilia greeted him in silence.

"Why don't you wear the clothes I provide?" ask Mr. Heru.

Kamilia did not answer, her mouth locked but she wanted to say that the shirt did not match her. Kamilia was ashamed to wear it. In the village she always wears a veil even when the sampir comes.

Heru was angry because Kamilia did not answer. The man dragged the girl into the room. Pick a shirt and throw it in Kamilia's face.

The girl bowed, in her heart her anger rose. Still choosing to keep silent.

Mr. Heru dressed Kamilia up to the beauty salon. As a result, Kamilia did not recognize her own face. Mr. Heru smiled with satisfaction, the tips money he gave to the salon attendant.

"Good, you are extraordinarily beautiful, it is not in vain that I buy you for fifty million," said Mr. Heru.

"A what?" ask Kamilia in shock.

"Harso sold you to me."

"Oh my God, is this fate?" In her surprise she still remembered the God in her heart. The girl fainted. Mr. Heru quickly brought her home.

At home, Mr. Heru gave her a warm drink and a pill. I don't know what pill, Kamilia doesn't know. He just needed to obey, the shadow of being a maid was getting blurred.

****

Kamilia screamed as Heru blazed the pain in her body, repeatedly. He could only cry without a sound. The pain filled every cavity in his body, flowing through his blood, filling the gap of his heart.

Previously, the man touched every inch of his body without being passed. Showing off her fur-filled and disgusting aura. The man was already blunt his brain saw his dandy. Stopping thoughts only on women .

Kamilia's eye bags were no longer watery. He resigned when fate crammed the suffering in his life. He was ashamed when his valley and mountain could no longer be guarded. His conscience screams for help.

"Your family is great, it turns out you're real." The depraved man praised Kamilia.

"Yes, sir." Kamilia was only able to agree. Actually he wanted to spit on the face that was now on his face. Hugged himself tightly, like he didn't want to be apart. It was like Kamilia tore that stinky mouth out. Mr. Heru had a drink when he had taken her to the salon.

It is not enough that Master Heru explores his body. The cold night that stretched added to the loudness of the master glorified his servant. Race to get to the top first.

Kamilia wanted to complain about the pain running through her body. Like the lion of Lord Heru tore his body apart, without the slightest tenderness.

"I'm not a whore!" Want him to shout the word in the ears of Master Heru. But his lips were faint, only able to grimace with his eyes closed.

The man's desire never goes out. He did not care about a speck of stains on the white bed sheet without a pattern. His breath snorted like a bull. Kamilia's small body helplessly compensated for it.

Mr. Heru snored as loudly as a bear, shortly after scattering the money sheet into the naked body of Kamilia.

"This is the rest of your money, the wages for a great night."

"What did he say? The rest of your money?" inner Kamilia. Apparently he didn't pay it off to Harso.

His heart sank like it was torn. The pain that often cuts him barefoot to the garden is not how much, this hurts even more.

Kamilia rose, she remembered her Lord when she heard the voice of Adhan. His heart was disappointed, "Why did God leave me? Why did God not come on time? Why didn't God help me?" his inner.

The girl covered her naked body with a blanket. Walk towards where her shabby clothes were stored, picking up the prayer cloth. Keep it deep into the bottom of the bag. The girl hated the God who did not help her, so had to endure the pain of the moment.

*****

Sitting quietly under the shower faucet, Kamilia let her body drenched in water. Blending with the water that raced down from his eyes, so that it could not be distinguished which one was a tear.

He rubbed his body vigorously, so that the entire bite mark of the man faded away without a trace. He did not want the sins to still smell. The man was too fragrant, until his fragrance was also attached to Kamilia's body.

Kamilia recalled with her father's face sitting on a rickety chair, recalling her mother's pale face. His sister's babbling with drooling. Likewise with the grin of Harso's joyful face.

"Sat! You sold me!" snarl.

Slowly the flames of vengeance engulfed his heart. Kamilia was not a weak woman. He was determined to avenge Harso's actions.

Shame suddenly erupted as he remembered Saiful. He could no longer afford to look at that shady face. He is very dirty now.

Kamilia gulped, her throat felt dry, tormenting her with thirst.

Her tears were racing back with the tap water. The girl banged her head against the wall, roaring like a madman. Rubbing his body harder, leaving red streaks.

"I will not forgive you!" his screams.

The sound of a loud knock on the bathroom door resuscitated him. Kamilia looked at the nano in her direction. The knocking sounded louder and louder with an impatient cry.

"Come, Kamilia!"

That's Mr. Heru's voice. The man will always interrupt his life. When crying, he came to disturb. Kamilia got up, wiped her tears. After grabbing the towel and twisting it around her body, she opened the door.

"What are you doing, you're disturbing my sleep!" snapped it.

Kamilia was silent, staring at those tired eyes at a glance. Stepping with wet hair past him, towards the closet where his clothes are now.

The smell of soap emanated from Kamilia's body. Reawakening his already abated orgasm. The handsome master hunted Kamilia's body. Lifting and throwing it on the bed.

The girl's hair was soaking the pillow. Has not subsided the matter earlier, now added anyway. Kamilia wanted to complain, no more fighting sweat. But what can he be? The girl's heart grew scarred, a wound that eventually gnawed at her.

Tainted, Kamilia tries to make peace with her heart. He said that when Mr. Heru demanded extra, something he never knew. He only saved his body, in order to set up a stratagem.

"My revenge must be avenged!"