Being a Savings Wife
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Ch3-The Sanctity of the Tarnished.

Mr. Regan is like a lion skinning its prey, its bead does not turn away from me, its big, sturdy palm has begun to touch the almost innocent part of my body it makes.

"Ukh...."

I hate myself, how can I make a sound that makes it even more tempestuous? My brain and mind wanted to resist, but my body seemed to be resigned under his control.

What am I supposed to do?

Hands that are still tied cannot be moved, legs that are still tightly wrapped cannot run. My back as if clinging could not move from its position, the mouth could only scream and replaced the sound of the village*an spontaneous out of the lips that he always kissed.

Only tears show how devastated my feelings are at the moment. I closed my eyes, I shook my head to refuse the action of Mr. Regan who had managed to remove the black dress that was attached to my body.

Quitting! I can only go under his pack. His hands and lips always touched the surface of my skin.

"Sa-sakiit...."

The excruciating pain at the bottom made me hysterical and opened my eyes, I saw Mr. Regan was looking at me intensely, for a moment we looked at each other until Mr. Regan kissed me on the forehead, eyelids and caressing my cheeks.

"Trust me, Delia," he said as he continued his action.

I hope all this is just the most painful dream. But, when our bodies were fused together, tore my whole body apart, I realized that this was all a reality I didn't want.

Mr. Regan touched my body as he pleased, making me groan withstanding the pain. I gave up but this brash guy won't stop.

Gone! In one night the sanctity I have kept for 24 years has been tarnished. Missing was forcibly taken by a stranger I didn't know.

***

When my eyelids started to open wide. I stared at the foreign room that was a silent witness to the violence of forced men last night. I don't know since when the ties in my hands and legs were broken, now I can move freely, but my whole body feels crumpled, sore, and sore, pain and tenderness especially in the groin.

"Au, sick," I groaned with a sting at the bottom, but I sat and leaned back against the bed. The white blanket to cover my body is still as plain as last night. My eyes were hot looking at the bloodstains I believed to be mine. A flash of the brengs*k face flashed making my tears spill again.

There's only one of me in this room. I feel like a comfort woman who was left by a striped man after being satisfied to finish his desire.

"Stupid! Why am I so stupid? Why did I get lulled up and end up one night with that foreign man? Now he's gone?"

"Dad .. forgive Delia who can't take care of herself. Delia is dirty! Delia disgusting! Father's daughter is no longer a virgin...!"

I'm not the proud daughter of my father anymore, I've smeared my good name and disappointed my father. Father will be wounded and his sickness will recur if he finds out that I have committed a great sin, even though I did not want all this, but the lost holiness will not be restored, remembering Samakin's father adds tightness to the chest.

Who could have expected my arrival to the hotel to attend Ulan's wedding to take away my honor?

The red traces the man left behind in some parts of my body made me nauseous instantly.

"Brengsw! I hate you!" my screams echoed in the room.

Chequek!

The bathroom door opened from the inside, drawing my attention. Apparently, Mr. Regan is still in this room. The shameless man was only wearing a white towel wrapped around his waist, Mr. Regan walked leisurely near the bed, his hair was still half wet, water droplets soaked his neck and field chest, he said, I can see his face is fresher than usual.

"Why look at me like that? I know you admire me, calm down. This body is yours."

I'm rotating a puffed-up eyeball. Wonder, why there's that senarsis guy?

"Don't whip! Out there!"

"Sure, you want me out of here?"

I took her hand that almost stroked my hair. I don't know why there are shameless people like this.

"Don't get angry .. You're still exhausted. But, I like it because I'm the first person to get and touch you. Thank you, yes...."

That grunting took my anger further and higher into the crown.

"Have a heart, huh? You took away the most precious thing in me. It's so easy to say thanks!"

"Stop calling me Father! I'm not your father and I'm 28. You should know that I'm responsible for what I've done. But, it's better now that you clean your body then we'll discuss this again."

Mr. Regan is standing next to me. I doubt he's a man who can take responsibility.

"What are you doing? Don't be rude, yeah!" I was getting more alert and clutching tightly to the blanket on my chest. I'm afraid last night's events are repeating themselves.

"My intention is to record all the parts of your body, so there's nothing you have to hide from me."

"Hey....!" I shouted as Mr. Regan pulled the blanket and threw it away, his eyes barely blinking at me.

"Basic bawdy! Listen yes, sir .. If I go out of here, I report you to the police for questioning* me!"

Mr. Regan bowed and spoke right in front of my face. "One more time you call Father.I make sure you can't get out of here!"

The threat made my guts shrink. Anyhow I have to get out of this hell.

Regan carried me and took me to the bathroom. I feel amused because our skin touches each other again, the mouth wants to swear but useless because it will not affect anything that is only going to waste energy, just wasting energy, I finally resigned as my body was lowered inside a buthup filled with warm water.

It's comfortable this place. Is it possible that Regan was deliberately preparing for me? I am sure I feel better than before.

"Subbing warm water can slightly relieve the pain you feel. Take a shower, I'll wait outside. It could be dangerous if we were both here. Or do you want me to soak too?"

His hand almost opened the towel covering the heirloom that had already stained my eyes.

I splashed water on his face. "What dream can I dream with my father?"

Regan squatted down and spoke right in my face.

"Call what? Looks like you really want us to repeat it again." Regan stroked my hair.

"What, anyway? Yes Regan! Regan! Regan! Pleased!!!"

"Good girl. Call me if you need anything."

Crazy one! Still calling me a girl after taking away my madness. After Regan left I looked at the bathroom door that had been closed tightly, now so many questions in my mind.

Who is Regan?

How does Regan know my name?

Why would Regan take away my honor?

What am I after this? I wish I could marry the man I love and love. But which man will accept me who is no longer holy?

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