Chapitre 33: 33. A day (II)
To test the strength and expertise of the kidnappers, she yanked her wrists and found out that it was perfectly knotted where each jerk or motion would only tighten it.
"Just great." She sighed, leaning back in her chair to await her kidnappers' conditions.
What was it this time? Money? Humiliation? Secrets?
She pondered over the options and wondered if she had a checkbook in her purse to buy them out.
If these men can be bought with money and not loyalty, it should be easy to swindle them out as long as she was able to triple the rate they were paid with.
She looked at the tin roof and saw there was a window up there. The sky was dark which meant night time had come. A smile fell on her face. These men have screwed up anyway.
They thought she's brainless and powerless, let them.
Avatar would already be on his way to find her. Or maybe he had already made his move, since her shadow bodyguards would also have reported something to him.
Her eyes scanned the environment once again, this time carefully assessing her surroundings. Aside from the empty crates she first saw, she now noticed that there were sturdy wooden crates that had dirty plastic covers haphazardly thrown over it. Her eyes squinted to read the "handle with care" labels on the boxes.
What was in them? This obviously wasn't a simple warehouse. She leaned to her right to check out the box closest to her but it was at least a few feet away.
If she squinted hard enough, she can tell that the items inside were still wrapped with brown paper. Whatever was in these cargo boxes must've been important for it to be so well-protected.
Her purse was nowhere in sight. If they rummaged through it, she was sure the phone had already been discarded by now.
Mahi didn't bother to walk around with any security detail if not important. As she hate being watched.
After a few minutes of utter boredom, while her mind produced zero escape routes, she grew tired of waiting for her kidnappers to show up. Seriously, shouldn't someone be in here with her to monitor her? It seems these people are quite confident with their skills. For all they know, she could've been planning a grand escape by now!
Just as that thought crossed her mind, she heard something outside. It sounded like multiple cars rapidly pulling up. Within seconds, the door to the warehouse opened and several men walked in.
Mahi's eyes turned sharp and focused as she watched them enter. She counted at least thirty men all dressed in black.
While their faces were covered, she noticed all of them had a symbol tattooed on their hand. It was clear from the way they carried the weapons on their hands and the formation they were getting in that they meant business.
"Good evening, gentlemen. What a fine day it is." She greeted them with an amused smile on her face. To show them fear was to show them a weakness.
She hate to show her weakness, she still regret that she didn't give some good punches and kicks to that bastard Hrithik.
She decided to act nonchalant despite the fact that she was growing wary. The weapons they had with them were to inflict a lot of pain, but not enough to immediately kill. If they were going scare her to intimidate her, she knew she'd survive. But if they were planning on murdering her, they planned on doing so through an immense amount of torture.
And she hate pain the most, even more than when someone stop her from eating.
She's just hoping Avatar came on time or her hands and feet got free anyhow.
Ahh...her brother is underworld King. How can she forgot it. If she would send Dhurva the text, he whoud short out things fastly than Avatar.
God, her brain!
"To what pleasure do I owe your presence?" She added while surveying the masked men in front of her.
A man who seemed like the leader of the group stepped forward. He was the only one not wearing a mask.
She was surprised to see someone so young be the leader of a gang.
Unlike his burly comrades, he was lean and does not seem like someone who beat people up for a living. His appearance was well-kept and he was actually wearing a black suit.
But his eyes were a completely different story. She saw the bloodlust within it. It made her very wary of him. She knew from experience that it was the ones who hid their crazy that was the most dangerous.
Mahi is racking her brain in every possible way to buy some time. She need the most right now is time.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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