Trapped Bed Reply Revenge Mr. Lewis
Chapter 07 ~ Slave

Nesha and Diya are escorted by four male servants into a room. It's really weird, that big mansion all his servants are just men. There were no female servants. It made Nesha feel worried.

"Lake in!" forcibly the bodyguard forced Nesha and Diya into a room still on the ground floor. Nesha and Diya fell on the cold floor of the room.

BRACKET!

The sound of the room door being closed with all her might, made Nesha and Diya startled.

"You're okay, aren't you, honey?" nesha asked worried about Diya's situation.

"I'm fine, brother. Brother how?" ask Diya back because she knows that Nesha was pushed more rudely.

"Sister is fine too, let's get up" Nesha got up first, then helped her sister up.

"Sister, Diya does not like this place," said Diya while looking at the spacious enough room that they will occupy.

"Patience, yes, dear. We can definitely get out of this place. Brother promised to take you away from this place, believe in sister okay," although do not know how to get out of that hell, but Nesha still trying to keep her sister calm and not afraid.

"But where are we going, brother? Our house has become ash," said Diya immediately back to tears when he remembered his house that had become ashes was devoured by the red hero.

"The bad guy, I'm sure it was the bad guy who burned our house down. The only treasure of Father and Mother" Diya continued.

Nesha led Diya to sit by the bed. "Listen to Big Brother alright, everything will be fine, believe me to big sister," Nesha was confused as to what to do? He also knew that the one who burned down his house was the depraved man. But, what can they do at the moment. In fact, he was locked up in a room and couldn't do much.

"But when, brother?"

"Patience a little more, yeah." Nesha hugged Diya tightly.

"Sister," called Diya loosening her embrace.

"What's up, honey?"

"I'm hungry, brother."

"Hungry? For a moment," Nesha replied, touching her pants pocket, until she found a medium-sized loaf of bread.

"Here, eat," Diya greeted him.

"Sister isn't hungry, honey. You just eat, yeah, after that we rest together. You must be tired," Diya nodded her head while opening the bread pack. Then Diya divided the two loaves of bread, and extended them to his brother.

"Son't hungry, Diya. You just eat," refused the delicate Nesha.

"Diya knows brother is hungry, let's eat together, brother. If you don't want to, Diya won't eat Diya's bread either" Diya was forced to threaten, otherwise. Then the brother will not receive the bread of his gift.

Having no choice, Nesha accepted the bread with a sweet smile. The brothers ate a pack of bread together. A snack? Of course not. But, at least it can be a bit of a haunting hunger. After eating a packet of bread together, Nesha and Diya got into bed and rested together.

Byyurrus!

A bucket of water soaked all over Nesha's body, lucky not to hit Diya's body who was still asleep with a distance away from Nesha. The startled Nesha immediately rose, a creepy-faced man beside the bed made her swallow the saliva with difficulty.

When the servant was about to water his sister, Nesha immediately intercepted him, "I beg you not to do it to my sister. He's not feeling well, he's innocent in this case anyway. I'm the killer, so I beg you to punish me" Pinta Nesha pleaded with a soft sob.

"Then come with me!" the man's servant snapped straight at Nesha coming out of the room.

Nesha resigned when dragged to arrive at the Mansion yard, precisely in an unkempt flower garden and overgrown with weeds. Nesha looked around, there was really no blame for her to run away. Guards and male servants were everywhere.

Nesha was confused as everyone bent their bodies in unison. Nesha turned her body, apparently there was a new Lewis who appeared.

"What do you see? Clean the garden until it is clean. If it's not clean in half an hour, then I'll punish your brother" Lewis said, smiling.

"He freed me from prison only to torment me slowly." - Inner Nesha.

"You want to make me a wife or a slave?" nesha asked with clenched hands forming a fist.

"Wife? Hmh! Just being my bed toy, you don't deserve it!"

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