Trapped Bed Reply Revenge Mr. Lewis
Chapter 14 ~ Kill Preston

"What are you doing?" ask a guard who caught Nesha's action. The shocked Nesha did not reply, but only petrified. The bodyguards took Nesha into the prison. Nesha let out a heavy sigh from failing to open the mysterious door earlier. In that narrow prison, there was nothing Nesha could do, other than pensively thinking about her fate and also the fate of her sister who would somehow be like.

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In Lewis's super-large room. There was a girl in a thin transparent dress, curled to her knees in a corner flanked by two walls.

Tears still flowed profusely, recalling the scene in which Lewis explored his body. Although the core scene did not occur, but still the man had managed to taste inch by inch and inch for inch the body of the girl who was clearly still underage.

Diya's. Yes, she's the poor girl. The poor girl who fell victim to the cunning of a Lewis. Diya was threatened, given a choice, but in the end he remained trapped and managed to get entangled. The real sacrifice is not only the older sister, Nesha. But also Diya. He was the first to sacrifice.

The Flashback

In the VIP room of a famous restaurant. Sitting a pretty girl with a slim body, white skin, oval face, pointy nose, thin lips, plump eyelashes with two pairs of blue netra.

The girl in the High School uniform lowered her head with a body trembling in fear, when she saw some burly men before her. Especially the man who has the most sturdy body that sits right in front of him. A faint smile and a sharp gaze made the beautiful girl dare not lift her face.

Until finally a muscular hand raised his chin slowly. Diya's. Yes, she's the frightened pretty girl. Diya is taken to a restaurant with the lure of something that the man wants to say about his sister Nesha.

"This woman is really your sister, isn't she?" At once Diya's body stiffened, his eyes perfectly rounded, his breathing seemed to stop, and his lips were completely motionless when one of the other men standing beside him put a gun right on his head.

"Why silence? Answer, this woman is really your brother, isn't she?" back the burly man asked while showing a laptop featuring a video of his older sister, Nesha, sweeping inside a hotel room. His brother works at a hotel.

"I-iya." Diya replied softly, the man smiled obliquely at Diya's reply.

"Sa-honey," Diya replied with cold sweat drenching her face and body. Diya tried not to move a bit, afraid if only he moved. Then the bullet will be lodged in his head.

"good. A sister must love her brother who has sacrificed a lot. Since you're a good girl who loves your brother so much, are you going to let that gun get stuck in your brother's head?" without Diya noticing, a drop of clear circle just slid by.

"Don't, I beg you not to do that," Diya groaned with tears streaming down.

"Well, I won't hurt your brother. But, you have to do something for you, how?" asked the man and Diya immediately nodded his head quickly without thinking about what the man would ask him to do.

"good. Then you know this guy?" Diya nodded her head again as the man showed a photo of Preston wearing the same school uniform as her.

"This man is my brother and I ask you to kill him. If not, then your brother's life will be lost. Hows it? It's up to you to choose which one." Diya gulped his salivation rough. Was this man in front of him a madman? How could he possibly want to kill his own sister. And what can Diya do? How could a plain and good girl seem to be a murderer.

"Reply answer!" the man beside her snapped Diya's head with a gun.

"I'll do it!"

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