Hidden seeds

Deborah accidentally grabbed Alexander's coat. Her hands were shaking more and more and she couldn't condition them.

Revenge was indeed the most important thing in her life. But ruining her future further was not a good choice.

"Why are you silent, give me your woman!" continued the bearded man with his eyes fixed on Deborah.

His eyes were already like a starving lion and were staring at a piece of meat that he was about to eat whole.

"Please, I will serve you until you are satisfied. But not with them." Deborah pleaded with a terrified face.

"Are you afraid? You're afraid of them, but not of me," Alexander chuckled.

"I am afraid of you. Now, let's get out of here," Deborah said with trembling lips.

"I think my woman approves of your idea," Alexander said, looking into Deborah's eyes that were starting to condense.

Hearing Alexander's words made Deborah's legs weak. She couldn't even support her own body.

The man in front of her right now was crazy. It was like he had stepped out of the lion's den and into the cage of a ferocious crocodile. So miserable, so pathetic.

There was nothing she could do. Her only hope here was the crazy man named Alexander. Meanwhile, he easily gave his wife away for free to these three creepy men.

There was a resounding cackle of victory. The three men seemed satisfied with what they got.

Deborah stepped with all her might. Her steps felt heavy to reach the distance that was only 50 meters in front of her.

"Come on beautiful, serve us like you serve your husband, I'm sure he's not as good as us," the other man chuckled, looking down on Alexander.

A few more steps and Deborah was on the bearded man's lap.

Dorr...

The bullet whizzed past Deborah's body and landed on the wall. If the bullet had missed just a little, Deborah's body and the bearded man's head would have been torn apart.

Deborah fell down. She was very surprised. She had no idea that Alexander had prepared everything.

Her vision blurred. Slowly all she saw was darkness and silence. She felt comfort enveloping her body.

When she opened her eyes. She saw a large expanse of grass and a little girl looking at her. The girl gave him a sweet smile.

'Angel'

Debora began to open her eyes. She saw the silhouette of a man standing behind her.

Debora rubbed her eyes and looked around the room. It looked like a classy hotel judging from all the expensive furniture.

Debora slowly got up and leaned on the bed. At the same time, the silhouette also turned to face her.

The man stepped closer and sat in front of Debora with a sour face. His firm jaw was hardened as if he was holding back a burning anger.

Debora gulped. She knew what would happen. If her plan had to fall apart right now, she would surrender. After all, there must be another way.

She didn't want to die of insanity at the hands of the four crazy men last night. Including the one sitting in front of her right now, Alexander.

"It turns out you can't be counted on," Alexander said, grabbing Deborah's hair.

The pain she felt was nothing compared to what happened a few years ago. Exactly five years earlier.

Whipping, slapping, and torture had been her daily bread. So just this kind of treatment would not scare Debora.

"You only said to serve you, not those three lunatics!" Debora replied looking at Alexander.

This was the first time she had met a woman who dared to look at her in anger. Usually women would shrivel up in fear when they saw him with a gun. But what happened this time? This woman was very different.

Alexander was starting to get interested. It turned out that what Demian said was true. This woman was not just any woman.

Alexander released his grip. He smiled meaningfully at Debora. He slowly caressed her cheek.

"So that means you can't serve them, but you can serve me?" Alexander asked bringing Debora's face closer with his fingers.

Deborah realized that she had disturbed a sleeping creature. In this cold morning air, there must be something seeking warmth.

Silly Deborah. She should have found another reason. And look what she did? The crazy man in front of her was already showing his hungry face.

"I didn't mean that, I just wasn't feeling well. So..." Deborah couldn't continue her sentence because Alexander's index finger had landed right on her lips.

It traced a lump of flesh with thin pink skin, very tempting. Slowly it felt the softness of other skin and ended at the collarbone.

Deborah felt her heart beating faster and faster. All the dark images began to play in her brain as if she was watching a movie.

The whipping and the people who had defiled her body with sinful hands. Deborah could not forget that moment.

When her life was on the brink of death and unfortunately her life was almost lost because of that chest-breaking event.

"Have you never done this before?" asked Alexander, who began shifting positions to confine Deborah.

Deborah nodded slowly. Because of the trauma she had experienced, she could not answer correctly.

Alexander's fingers had slid the rope hanging from her collarbone until the cloth covering Deborah's body sagged.

Maybe Deborah was wrong this time. At first she thought this man was LGBT and had never been interested in women. So without thinking, she agreed to everything.

The only thing on Deborah's mind was... she was going to play in a war movie with swords flying around. But what did she experience this time? The sword turned to look for its scabbard.

"Come on! Do I have to lead you through all this?" Alexander had already taken off the shirt wrapped around his torn bread.

"I-I..." Deborah quickly closed her mouth as Alexander's fingers played with her peach.

Emmhhh...