Curse Spell

Detaining Hungry

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That morning Kayra woke up still in the same place. His stomach was sorely wrapped around, yesterday he missed his dinner. He was not fed by the kidnapper.

Kayra saw a door open. The bathroom door, which had been locked all night, was now open. He went to the bathroom to finish the call in the morning.

The bathroom was quite large but there was no window to the outside. Makes Kayra really resigned. He can't do anything. This morning, Kayra tried to contact Dariel. But again it didn't work.

Only leaves the sweat that cobbles the river at its temple. His body was weak and not powered. Kayra sat down, trying to gather the remnants of her strength. At the moment he does not want to faint. He wants to know who the kidnapper really is.

Kayra went back to bed. He chose to lay down his body. He thought, maybe because his physique was weak to make him unable to telepathize with Dariel. She sighed deeply, her longing for Babby M and her husband made the mist in her eyes turn into tears.

He felt like a prisoner of war. Lost freedom and suffered from hunger. The day went very slow. No one came into his room to see his condition. Even until the evening, no one delivered food and drinks. Kayra had to drink the bathroom faucet.

At night, his stomach was very painful. Maybe the stomach acid is up. Kayra curled up in her sleep, looking for a position so that her stomach would not hurt. That night Kayra could not sleep. His stomach is getting sick. He could only grimace withstanding the pain in his stomach. He had never felt the pain of mag. Because he always regularly keeps his eating schedule.

Until the morning, no one had come to bring food for him. Kayra finally resigned. He may be a forgotten prisoner. He closed his eyes, forgetting the pain in his stomach. Eventually he fell asleep for a while.

When his consciousness began to return. He smelled something. A savory scent tickled his nose. Pulling his eyes open looking for the source. On a push table is a bowl of chicken porridge, fruit juice and a glass of water.

It looks so delicious, making Kayra's saliva nenetes. He also woke up from his sleep. Determine if the food is for him. There's a piece of paper lying there. Kayra read it immediately.

"Take your food so that your strength will recover." Fill out that short memo. Kayra did not recognize the author of the memo. There is no author's name or signature. He tried to exert his ability to look for clues from the paper he read. But it does not produce results.

Kayra gave up, she began to feed the porridge into her bitter mouth. Only a spoonful was swallowed. While trying to feed the porridge a second time, suddenly nausea attacks him.

Kayra was worried that her mag pain would recur. So he grabbed the bowl of porridge to try to eat it again. And again the sudden nausea came when he smelled the savory aroma of chicken porridge. He didn't eat it. Put the porridge bowl back into its place. He only drank juice and water.

Kayra felt that something was wrong with her body. There was something strange as if something was sucking his special ability from within his body. This morning, there was something else inside of him. He never had any problems with various cuisines even though it smelled sharp. But this morning when he smelled the aroma of chicken porridge instantly made his stomach feel stirred.

Kayra sat leaning against the head of the bed. His mind was raging with everything that was making him dizzy. Who really kidnapped her? Why until now the kidnapper did not reveal his nose? Every time he woke up, not a single person was seen entering his room.

Just when he was sleeping, someone moved him to the bed. Also served breakfast this morning. Is there really anyone out there who has access to watch him from the outside. So that they could just in time come into his room without knowing? There's only one way to find out.

Kayra walked to the bathroom. Staggered, Kayra lost her balance so she fell on the carpet. Kayra lay quietly on the carpet.

Before long, came two black-robed, mask-covered men. The two men lifted Kayra up and laid her back on the bed.

Kayra could clearly see the two people. Because actually he pretended to faint so that he had a picture of who had actually kidnapped him. When he saw the costumes of the two men who entered his room. Kayra's heart rippled in horror.

The kidnapper is no ordinary thug or criminal. But it can be said that a black stream identified with a black robe is also a face cover. One of them held Kayra's pulse. He whispered to his friend, but also sounded loudly in Kayra's ear.

"This girl is so weak. Is it possible that he can get through the ritual tomorrow night safely?" said one of the men in black.

"So I got information that the red moon is coming sooner. Could come by midnight. So it doesn't matter at all even though this girl is sick." Answer the other friend.

"I just heard ?. But what a pity this girl's condition. Shouldn't we call a doctor?"

"We can't make our own decisions. Must wait for the leader's right-hand command."

"I heard, the right hand fell in love with this girl? How could he sacrifice her for the ritual tonight?"

"Eitherway. I also did not think. How he willingly brought this girl here."

"Of right, let's go out. We monitor it from the outside, to keep it alive until the ritual is tonight. We could be punished if there's anything on this leader's chosen girl." Two black-robed men stepped away leaving Kayra. I heard the door locked afterwards.

Kayra breathed in the air deeply. He has no chance of escaping for now. His special ability doesn't work at all here. His body also felt very weak. Even though he managed to escape, there was no way he could escape.