Hari Wijaya's zest for life seems to have returned, even if only by a quarter. Starting from a big question mark that suddenly surfaced after seeing Bianca's clothes in the guest room closet.
Hari Wijaya then fiddled with his cellphone, opening the GPS Tracker application that he had just installed, it turned out to be true that it could detect the whereabouts of Bianca's car, and it was not far from his location.
He hurriedly went down to the basement and started the motorcycle engine before he drove at full speed in the direction indicated by the application that was now installed on his cellphone.
A few minutes later, the motorcycle stopped not far from a two-story house, according to the GPS tracker's instructions. He then looked around for a while, his eyes darting around in search of the woman he once loved.
In addition to hatred, for having ruined his household, the man was still unable to lie to himself, if in fact he still loved the girl.
Actually, it was not entirely the fault of Hari Wijaya that he fell in love with another girl. Only he himself knows how his wife behaves, how many times Nani has broken all his trust.
I don't know how long Hari Wijaya was stuck in front of the house, his body only moved after he saw two small children coming out and playing in the front yard of the house. He decided to go there.
"Is the father or mother there?" Asked Hari Wijaya to the teenage boy.
"There, for a moment, yes, Om," replied the biggest child.
Hari Wijaya's heart felt beating faster, the nervousness made his hands sweat now. He was not too sure if he was ready to meet Bianca again.
"Mas, who is it?" Asked a woman in her 30s, opening the fence after Hari Wijaya said the purpose of his arrival, after a few moments later, the woman went back into the house and came out with her husband.
"The car was sold by the husband who owns it, what's his name?" Asked the woman's husband.
"Bianca, sir!" his wife reminded him.
"Ah, yes, Ms. Bianca's husband, he said he wanted to move out of town."
"Did Bianca come here at that time?"
"Yes, but she didn't get out of the car, so her husband took care of everything, sold this cheap, sir!" said the man with a happy smile.
"Ummm, you see sir, Bianca has been missing since a year ago and actually the girl has never been married," explained Hari Wijaya trying to explain Bianca's true status.
"Oooh ... if that we don't know, what is clear is that all the papers are complete, sir," said the woman's husband.
"The problem is not there, do you still remember the characteristics of the person who sold this car?"
"Big body, about 30 years old, short hair."
"Okay, thank you sir ... Ma'am, sorry for interrupting," said Hari Wijaya while nodding his head slowly, then left the place.
In his head, the figure of Rafli suddenly returned. He felt sure that the one who sold Bianca's car was Rafli. Hari Wijaya seemed to clench his hands tightly. There are many oddities popping up in his head.
Meanwhile in a village, far from the city, Bianca's face looks very scared. Her hair, once so fine and fragrant, was allowed to grow longer, duller and completely unkempt.
She looked tired and desperate as she pulled at the chains binding her legs and dragged her body to the side of the foul-smelling room.
"Brak!"
The door of the room suddenly opened wide, the shadow of a human figure walked in with the sound of footsteps that frightened her.
Bianca's body trembled even more, she tried to push her body closer to the wall. Her lips mumbled as if she was praying silently, her eyes darted around the dirty and dusty room.
When she realized she was in a complete mess, her hands quickly repositioned the negligee skirt and covered her thighs as much as possible, then pulled the neck of the tattered negligee up to cover her exposed cleavage.
The man walked tall and proud, his once sweet and innocent face now covered in an unkempt beard.
For a year now, Bianca has paid for all her sins, becoming Rafli's slave. However, Rafli did not stop and forgive her. Instead, Rafli became more and more violent and enjoyed all his rough games.
Bianca was tired of screaming for help. She had done it all day long, but it seemed like the room was completely hidden, so no matter how much she screamed, no one ever came to help.
Rafli walked over with a flat face, his legs swinging casually. While placing rice and a piece of chicken on the pot, he approached Bianca and poured water into the blackened aluminum kettle near the chain lock that bound her legs.
Bianca had only been fed once a day, so seeing the food in front of her, she immediately pulled the pot closer. Like a madman, Bianca devoured the food while continuing to observe Rafli's movements.
She sometimes seemed to flinch, when Rafli deliberately hit his boot on the wooden box she was sitting on. Rafli then smiled slyly, watching Bianca like a pet who was ravenously consuming the food he had brought.
Then, he stood up and moved to the other side of the room. Whistling, the man sat down and read a book quietly. Meanwhile, Bianca remained focused on watching all of Rafli's movements, every time the man moved, her heart beat faster.
After the girl saw Rafli seemed to be asleep, she kept quiet as much as possible and did not make the slightest sound. Until he finally fell asleep.
"Aaargh!"
Some time later, Bianca was heard whimpering in pain as someone pulled roughly on her chained legs. She tried to claw at the wall to hold on, but she really couldn't, so she ended up lying stiffly on the floor.
"Stop it Rafli! It hurts! Aaargh..." Bianca screamed as Rafli pulled on the chains binding her legs until she was dragged. Her back felt hot and sore because the wounds from the previous dragging had not yet dried up.
Rafli did not heed Bianca's request, his mouth looked sunken down, his left cheek went up and down and the look in his eyes was so savage. He only stopped after Bianca coughed as if she was about to die right then and there.
"Are you thirsty? Is Bianca thirsty, darling?" Asked Rafli, standing near Bianca's head who seemed silent did not answer, he just hid his face to the left.
"Answer honey, Bianca, answer!" Rafli snapped.
Bianca shook her head while shouting desperately, "Please Rafli, please let me go!"
"Leave? Do what you want. Enslaved? Huh!"
Rafli's face was getting darker, he roughly kicked Bianca's back and it made Bianca groan in pain.
Then suddenly Rafli unzipped his pants right above Bianca's face, who knows how many times he peed on the girl.
"If you're thirsty, don't be shy, baby! Ahahahaa!"
Rafli really sprayed his urine right onto Bianca's face.
"Puh, puh, puh. Huk, huk,"
Bianca was dazed, she could not bear the pain and stinging all over her body after Rafli's urine soaked several wounds on her body that had not dried at all.
"Aaakkhhh... "
Bianca was heard whimpering again and then crying out.
Rafli then moved to the wall, ignoring Bianca who was screaming in fear.
"Help, Rafli, it hurts, don't, please!"
Bianca tried to ask Rafli for mercy, even though Rafli had never once had mercy on her.
Rafli turned the chain wheel attached to the wall, the four chains binding Bianca's hands and feet hardened. Two chains on the feet and two chains on the right and left hands pulled each other in opposite directions.
Bianca floundered, trying to keep herself on the floor, but no matter how hard she tried, she was slowly lifted up. Now her body was dangling, like she was lying on her back in the wind, her legs and arms stretched out by the chains.
"Ihh so dirty, there's so much dust on your groin!" said Rafli after lifting Bianca's negligee skirt up.
"Aarrhghh put me down Rafli please!"
Rafli smiled slyly, he was seen walking back out of the room, then came back in with a bucket of water and toiletries in his hand.
"I was thinking of getting you a little cleaner, Bianca. You don't seem to know how to take care of yourself, goats aren't this dirty!" Rafli said before he tried to undress Bianca.
Either because the negligee Bianca was wearing was irregular, he found it difficult to open it, then a destik later, Rafli seemed to be circling the surrounding room, looking for something that could be dismantled.
His hand then reached for the scissors on his left side and cut off all of Bianca's clothes, until the girl was now completely naked without a single thread covering her body.
After that, Rafli then roughly washed Bianca's body. He took the detergent and poured it into the remaining water in the bucket. Whistling and laughing merrily, he scrubbed Bianca's body with a rough touch.
From the tips of Bianca's toes, she scrubbed with the dishwashing brush. From the bottom, she moves to Bianca's calves, to her thighs, and finally, she rubs Bianca's intimacy area roughly.
"Aarrghh," Bianca's moan sounded long and heartbreaking.
Rafli could not distinguish whether it was a moan of pain or a sigh of pleasure, what was certain was that Bianca's body was now shaking. Rafli knew that Bianca would cover up the heavenly side that was felt because of his actions. Only this time, after a year of enslaving Bianca, Rafli wanted the girl to sigh like before.
Bianca's eyes widened, looking at her feet, confirming what Rafli had done to her. Normally, Rafli would torture her and never let her feel anything. Bianca's blood slowly warmed up, but she tried to hide that erotic side by keeping her mouth tightly closed.
Rafli was getting more and more savage sticking his tongue into the most sensitive area of Bianca's body. Instantly he smelled the aroma of female fluids flooding him. The man smiled pettishly, stepped arrogantly towards Bianca's face, then burst out laughing.
Smiling triumphantly, he brought his mouth to Bianca's ear and whispered, "You're a crazy erotic slave! How do you like it? Want more?" Rafli whispered in Bianca's ear, silent for a few moments before he whispered back, "Okay, with pleasure!" Rafli added, then moved to Bianca's feet.
"Aarghhh,"
Bianca cried out in pain after Rafli slapped her sensitive area. Bianca's mouth pursed, her eyes bulged, clear water returned to her eyes.
"Aaarghh!"
Again and again, Bianca whimpered in pain as Rafli slapped her harder, up to several times. Bianca could no longer stand Rafli's rough treatment, in addition to the pain in her wrists and armpits that were pulled by the chains, the painful sensation in her feminine area jolted her whole body and anchored her heart.
Bianca was exhausted. The last thing she could remember was her heart beating so slowly and the nagging pain filling her head, then she forgot herself, as if forcibly put to sleep. And darkness filled her vision.