22 - Land Of Strangers

She took a deep breath, but it vanished as soon as the man approached her, and she saw what it looked like. The man had a large scar on his face and his body was half burned naked on top. She almost scream on her mind.

Who is this man? Is this her last life?

"Who are you?" she inquired quickly. She didn't appear to be afraid of its shape or presence.

He inhaled the cigarette he was holding and slowly exhaled the smoke while looking at her. The twinkle in its eyes signals danger. "Mr. Hayes asked me to get rid of you, Ms. Sahada."

She was surprised by what it said. It took her a long time to figure out, especially the last name he mentioned earlier. Hudson? Her heart was suddenly choked, but before the pain could consume her, she numb her heart. Bullshit!

"Do you want to die in pain or in a delicious way?"

"Go fuck someone else's mind!" She shouted.

it still did not leave her presence. Her attention was fixed on the cigarette he was holding. "Why would Hudson do that if he could kill me with his own hands?" Her response was distinct. Whatever she did to pull the rope tied to her two wrists was ineffective. The tie is too tight for her to leave without assistance.

The man smiled and took a step away from her. He returned to his seat and smoked the cigarette he was now halfway through.

"He's done with your game, and to make the story sound dramatic, he's fucking tired to kill a whore."

'Fuck you Hudson!' She screamed in her head.

After all of her life spent protecting him, this is what will kill her? She thought Yx was her enemy, but she was mistaken because she forgot the Doctor was a demon, and she wanted to get out of this fucking bed and kill the Doctor.

"Such a pathetic son of a bitch," she grinned, even though she knew her smile was angry.

"I know, darling." He then placed the cigarette butt in the ashtray and looked at her. "Any last words?"

"Go, die!"

But all she got was a big smile in return. He stood up and undressed in front of her, first removing his belt, then his pants.

No! She cried out to her brain.

Her weakness emerged despite her efforts to calm herself. She struggled, but her bond became even tighter. What can she do in these situations?

She's no longer the pitiful woman she used to be. She tries to calm her mind despite knowing it is impossible for her to escape, but she must. His nakedness was constantly exposed in front of her, and she struggled to devise a strategy to prevent evil from being planned against her. The man would die before he could rape her body.

She screamed when it touched her foot. No, the game is not over! His hand crawled up her leg. She wanted to kill it right now, but she couldn't. The disgust spread quickly throughout her body, especially when his lip touched her and licked her foot.

"Once I get rid of this rope, I'll break your head to pieces!"

He just laughed and licked her foot even more while stroking her leg. "You try..."

She closes her eyes, disgusted. Her body was frail, but what could she do? She reverted to her former self, with nothing she could do to save herself. Her tears dripped slightly, and it was all because of Hudson! That's all. She shouldn't have enslaved so many people, she shouldn't have obeyed Yx, and she shouldn't have let him use it! She should have just killed him. She's too frail, that's the truth.

His lips crept up to her thigh, and she tasted the blood dripping from her lips as she resisted crying and shouting. She kept her cool despite the fact that she knew what she was thinking was impossible.

When the man hand touched the button of her undergarment, there was a knock, the door opened, and the hooded and masked man entered.

"I'm focused on the food in front of me. Get out!" Yelled the man.

She was relieved when the man stop and faced the newcomer. He approached the demon man in front of her and whispered something. The man was taken aback and quickly put on his pants and belt.

"Stay here, cunt, I'll take you to hell later." He smiled as they exited the room.

She took a few deep breaths, but she immediately thought of a way out. She checked her wrist to see if she was still wearing the bracelet, but it was gone. She looked around, but the red color of her surroundings made her head hurt even more. She tried pulling the rope again, but it was too tight and strong.

She was lying on that big bed, so she couldn't move in case her plan failed. She wanted to scream in rage. Heaven will decide what she will do here once she sees Hudson.

A new visitor arrived a few minutes later. He approached her quickly and removed the rope tied to her with the knife in his hand, without saying anything. She couldn't see the man face who helped her today because he was masked and hooded. When he had finally untied her, he went to her and told her to get up and get off that bed.

He handed her a piece of paper that she mistook for a map of the area and then pointed to the window she had just noticed. He also grabbed her with a gun and pushed her away.

"Who are you?" she had to ask.

It did not respond. The man tied an escape rope to the side of the window and motioned for her to go down there.

"Why are you helping me? Who are you?"

He response in sign language. She was taken aback and nodded. She quickly climbed out the window to escape that hell. That is a good thing, and there are still good people in the world. There were many guards outside, but because it was dark in that area, she was able to get down freely and sneak in without making a sound. She waited for the man to come down as well, but he just signed language again and vanished from her sight. Many thoughts raced through her mind, but she knew she had to flee.

Abhaya was completely back to normal when she hid behind large plant pots. She tried to look at the map she was holding, but because it was dark, she couldn't see anything. The magazine she was holding was fully loaded, but she only used it when she was in a hurry. Whoever helped her, she would be grateful, and she would return the kindness one day.

A few meters away, she notices five men walking her way. They didn't have any weapons in their hands, but she could tell they weren't casual based on the physique of the bodies. She devised a plan to enter without being noticed. She was used to it, but not now because she still had a headache and a slight dizziness. It appears that the person who made it smelled a mixture of other chemicals.

She had forgotten. There was a shooter nearby. She landed quickly where she was. In the distance, she noticed two men fall. She pointed the gun and aimed it at one of them, but she didn't have to because the three of them were the next to die. Bull's eye. She crawled around, looking for a place to hide. She wanted to kill, but she lacked the necessary strength and ammunition. She had to leave first, and she would return to Hudson someday.

"Stop right there." Someone focused the gun on her head. She came to a halt and raised her hand. Today, she was approached by a tall, bald man. "Throw your gun, woman," he said, the gun still aimed at her head.

She did as she was told, but the man was surprised when her hand move quickly, and grabbed its elbow and broke her hand. It screamed in agony but then collapsed. Someone was shooting the man. She quickly picked up the gun she'd thrown away and ran away. She needed to get out of there right away.

Someone had already grabbed her hand because he hadn't gone far enough. She was about to fire the gun she was holding when she noticed the man who had helped her get stuck in that room earlier. She was unusually happy. It quickly drew her in and carried her somewhere. She simply let him do it.

Her gaze was drawn to the hand that held her; why did the heat emanating from there seem familiar to her? Did she recognize this stranger? When someone intercepted them and mercilessly shot some men in front, she quickly pulled her and squeezed her body. Her mind is racing and she can't concentrate, possibly due to the chemical or the presence of the man who is now holding her hand. What is this person's name? Why does she appear so intimate when she isn't?

"Death to them!"

When she heard that loud shout and a series of bullets engulfed the surroundings, Abhaya's spirit was finally awakened. It might have hit her if it hadn't immediately pulled her into a tunnel in a wall. It quickly pushed her away. It was dark and there was no moon, but the waves she heard were soft, indicating that they were in a seaside location.

"Save yourself by taking the motorboat. Go!" The man exclaimed, reaching for her the key and something the size of a pencil. It's a flashlight.

She simply nodded in agreement and dashed in the direction it indicated. She was taken aback when she saw the motorboat ahead of her. Is it her voice, which she recognizes, or is she just playing with her hearing? She even managed to turn to face the man, but he was gone. She shook her head and made her way to the beach. Impossible. No. She was mistaken, and she knew it was impossible.

She quickly inserted the key to turn it on. But she hadn't even started the motorboat on the beach when she felt a strong gunshot wound in her back. She smiled as she closed her eyes for a brief moment. How many people are constantly striking her body? How much pain and suffering has she endured? How much blood did she lose as a result of this work?

Her entire body went numb all of a sudden, and it was only then that she realized the gunman had used a powerful type of gun because it had penetrated her chest.

She fell into the water and tasted the salty seawater. Will she die now? It appears that this is where her life is headed. She couldn't cry out in pain as long as her gaze was fixed on the sky and all she could see was darkness. Her body sank, and her eyes closed completely. She will perish in the land of strangers.