Curse Spell

The Leader

Kayra only resigned to the fate that would soon approach her. Right now his body felt extremely weak, it felt as if his entire strength was being sucked out. It may also have a nauseous effect and these two days he does not eat well.

Kayra misses babby M, she misses Dariel too. His eyes began to fog, a clear pearl creeping out from the tip of his two eyes. Kayra sobbed slowly, she was desperate. Everything was torturous for him. He let his tears flow down the pillow where he placed his head.

At this moment his heart was overwhelmed with anxiety. The conversation piece of two black-hooded people had made him anxious. What if he becomes a victim in that strange ritual and can't save himself? Kayra does not want to die, she still wants to live together with Dariel and Babby Miracle.

Seconds change seconds so slowly, as if time is reluctant to change. More and more made Kayra squashed in anxiety. Many times he tried to close his eyes but was also unable to sleep. He saw an air vent refracting orange rays.

"It's late in the afternoon.. Tonight what's the end of my story in the world?" Kayra muttered in her heart. He woke up from his sleep.

Kayra. There seems to be no more chance for him. At the moment he can only resign to whatever will happen to him tonight. Where the red moon will appear.

His daydreams were distracted by the pain of his stomach. Lately, he has been uncomfortable with his stomach. Not only the pain because the stomach acid rises. But it seems there is another. Even Kayra didn't know about it.

Kayra continued to look towards the door. I really hope someone opens the door. And the one she really expected to come from was her husband Dariel. But it seems that his hope is far from reality.

The door still didn't budge. No sound of the key being played. There is only gripping silence. It was completely quiet, not even the sound of crickets or night beasts could be heard.

In a special room in the same building, a young man in all-black clothes stared at the several monitor screens in front of him. His gaze was then fixed on the screen where he saw Kayra lying on the bed.

He snorted in anger. "Today you must die Ra. All my grudges will soon be avenged. Also I will absorb all the knowledge you have. Hahahah." the man laughed hoarsely. A laughter that contained a thick mystical aura. Anyone who heard it must have been terrified.

His shoulder hair was pinched with a rubber band to the back. Leave the child hair framing his handsome face. Occasionally he tidied up a little hair that disturbed his eyes.

"When did you kill that woman?" asked a black veiled woman who suddenly entered her room. Her index finger pointed towards the monitor where Kayra was seen lying. The woman looks angry.

"Later tonight." replied the man with a fairly calm intonation.

"I don't want to know any reason you're slow to kill that woman. If you can't kill him, let me do it." The veiled woman intended to get out of the operator's room.

Not until he reached the exit did his leg get held back by something. Suddenly he could not move his legs. Like someone nailed his leg to the floor.

"What are you doing? Don't arrest me. I'm gonna kill that woman with my hands. And you will still receive the payment as we agreed before." The veiled woman tried to negotiate. Hope to kill Kayra soon.

Instantly showing a very bad face. There was a burn on the right side of his face. The scar had grown uneven scar tissue of a reddish color. It made the woman's face look terrible. Contrast with the left side of the face. Meakipun is aged but still leaves natural beauty.

The woman tried to reach for the black cloth covering her face that the young man now held. "Give me my veil" her love interest. He felt very ashamed of his ugly self. She was a wealthy widow. Have many treasures. Several times he consulted a facial reconstruction specialist. But the results were very disappointing. Two overseas operations failed. Not that she got her beauty back, even from the incision of the operation left a mark that further aggravated her condition.

"According to our agreement. Fifty million." Said the woman groaning furiously.

"After what did you get this? Is Kayra's life worth fifty million?" Hardened man is emotion.

"What do you mean? You want to ask for extra pay? You haven't done anything to her?" The woman's emotions exploded. He wanted to scratch the man's face. His hands stretched out trying to reach the man but his petrified legs held back his movements.

The man in black clothes grinned with anger.

"I don't need anything from you. Your money means nothing. I want you to be my slave. If you're willing, I'll spare your life." Furious to the man.

The woman was silent, all this time she had killed dozens of people. He used to torture those people before he killed them. Now he is put in a position as a potential victim and gets a threat from a young man. It's such a ludicrous thing for him, a young man who looks inexperienced threatens him? What a ridiculous irony. Could it be that the young man only dared to bully?

"Amanda, don't you dare doubt me. I know you're a cold-hearted woman. Killing people with the hands of others. Is that your pride? Haha... You'll see with your own eyes how I kill people like I swat a fly."

The young man's words surprised the middle-aged woman. How could the young man know his real name. He changed his identity many times. If it was not a person from his youth, it would not have been possible to know him. Even the police were unlikely to track him down, as he had repeatedly stolen the identity of the victim he killed and used it as a disguise. Where did this young man recognize him? Amanda's starting to be careful. The young man could not be underestimated.

Suddenly the young man laughed again with his hoarse voice. "Maha..."

"Just your name I said, have you shrunk in fear? What if I kill you like you killed Kesya? Definitely fun. I will definitely feel as satisfied as you have ever felt when you heard the heartbreaking cry of your twin brother from within the flames that burned him." The young man smirked with threat.

Amanda blushes instantly. How can a young man know so much about his past? Who is this young man?

"Who are you?" Ask Amanda. His voice shakes with fear.

"I'm The Leader".