1 Mine

"This woman." A man shows a video from his tablet. "Bring her to be my woman tonight. I don't care how to do as I want."

"Okay, Boss!"

The man rose from his chair, leaving his subordinates, who were again checking the face of the woman his boss asked for. The two looked at each other, then turned off their tablet and nodded firmly.

"Let's execute."

***

The chill of the night made the steps of a woman in high heels, a black span skirt, and a white shirt slow down towards the crossroads. There were still quite a few people on the street, one mingling and hugging her arm.

She had fantasized. "After arriving at the boarding house, I will eat spicy noodles, then drink hot chocolate. It must be very delicious ..." Her lips parted, imagining the delicious food.

Her stomach wasn't hungry, but she wanted to eat again. Seeing a small bus stop waiting for passengers, the girl's eyes sparkled. She was running, but the sling bag she wore felt someone pull her until she reflexively stopped.

"Pickpocket! Please ... There is a pickpocket!" She shouted, chasing a man in a gang of pickpockets already running to the right of the road.

Some of the residents there followed suit until the atmosphere was immediately boisterous. The girl continued to chase because she saw the shadow of a man running in front of her carrying her bag.

She let go of the high heels, then ran again. The residents who helped her were no longer heard; maybe they were scattered because the tall buildings in this place had many hallways.

Her feet tread a dark alley at the end. The girl flinched a little but continued on her way. Seeing a shadow running in front of her, she immediately picked up a log lying on the side of the road.

She started to tiptoe, walking that way briskly. Quiet but light enough, it made her gulp her saliva until she arrived at the end of the wall that cast the shadow of a person.

She turned around as quickly as possible, swinging the block with her eyes closed. However, she felt nothing. Instead, the house door next to her opened, with no one.

"Where is he? Aaaah!"

She was pushed in due to someone's treatment. Before long, the house door closed as the lights in the room went out. She was about to scream, but her mouth was first covered by a hand inserted around her waist.

"Emma! Let go!"

The man behind her smiled faintly, liking a woman who was reluctant to be touched. He growled, stifled, and it succeeded in making the girl in his arms still in a state of tense body.

She tried to free himself when someone replaced her mouth shut. A cloth, and before long, her body was lifted because it was weakened. The man smirked because his victim was asleep. He carried the slender body of the girl who would be his tonight, headed for the stairs, and opened a two-leaf door.

A long night that only he enjoyed happened. He did so with gusto, even without mercy. And his chest pounded even more when he discovered that if he got her virginity again, it wouldn't be the first time. But this was the first time he had forced a woman to be his in the already rising and lonely night.

The man rolled over after doing what he wanted. He panted with satisfaction, then wiped his sweaty forehead. Rising, he put on his night robe and left the woman's innocent body exposed in the dimly lit room. He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a can of soda.

"Wonderful she is. So holy..." The man laughed, his hands slowly turning on the light. He tossed aside the empty soda can, then turned and climbed into bed.

He smoothed the hair of the woman who had satisfied him, even though he was working alone. He had time to kiss the woman's forehead before putting it on the side of the road.

However, his gaze widened when he saw the little face of the woman he had slept with. How had he ever known the front of the woman he wanted, the one that had collided at the zebra crossing and left the scent of her perfume on his coat?

Since then, he wanted to taste and destroy it because this woman never apologized. However, the woman turned out to be.

"Andrienna Celia?" His jaw almost dropped, remembering the name of a woman who was none other than his friend from Senior High School. "Adrienna? This woman Andrienna? Agh, shit! How could I? I just had a virgin with my friend?"

Immediately the man got up and sat down. He saw the innocent body of a woman not covered with a blanket. He got up from his seat, then raised the veil to protect the body of his friend, who was starting to be precious to him. When he went to this room, he remembered a bag he put when his men gave it to him.

Hastily he stepped outside, down the stairs, and immediately saw a small bag. He quickly took it and opened it. He could see a relatively thick wallet and money that looked piled up.

"Oh my... She's got quite a bit of money." Unknowingly the man's lips immediately smiled.

He took a card, then read her name.

"Andrienna Cellia ... She is Andrienna ..." His heart skipped a beat, remembering the pretty girl who was a little slow ten years ago.

They were about eighteen years old when they had their last reunion. Her face has not changed, and it looks even cuter and more beautiful. Immediately he stepped, up the stairs, taking a cell phone from his bag.

His initially smiling lips began to dim when he saw the wallpaper. Andrienna with a man in a suit. His friend hugged from behind the neck of the man sitting in the chair with an equally happy face.

"Andrienna... Who is he? Her boyfriend?" The man gripped the woman's cell phone tightly and tucked it into her bag with darkening eyes.

He put her bag on the nightstand and climbed into bed. The woman who had just snatched everything by herself was still asleep. Due to the effects of anesthesia and fatigue, it gives. Quickly the man's breath caught as if he didn't accept it, and he began to claim that this woman was his.

"I'm sure you'll break up with your boyfriend, honey. I'm your owner, and you won't be able to get along with him."

He replayed their night, cradling the helpless body of a woman beneath him.

"You're mine! No matter how far you run, I'll get you. No matter what, Girls!"

Swearing, sighing, and also regret into one. However, that will not stop the man. He feels he has power; he can do what he wants.

"You mine, honey!"