DEATH PASSAGE

Chapter 2 Slaves

It turns out they were slaves. It's only natural to get a knock. No more slavery was allowed. But that did not apply to those who had chained their feet to the mouth of the cave.

Although it has been trained. It's been going slowly. Sweeping repeatedly. The face is also bleached. Lips that have dried. The feet that have been shaking. They continue to be forced to work with

enterprising. Like horses. Which stops if it almost kills.

Who're they? They are just people who are not free. People have lost freedom in the world. Even their suffering never cared. Grievous and ignored. It's like garbage dumped in a ditch. Drifting along with the other dirt. They are wasted from humanity.

“What do you do slave” said the supervisor. Came with a thorny whip in hand.Snapping landed on the body of the slave who walked slowly. That is the fate of being a slave. Tortured for nothing but trivial things. And not praised even if the work is good.

“Okay sir, I will go faster” said the slave. Stepping feet faster. The caress of the whip on the back leaves the red nodamemerah, drenching the blood absorbed by the moustache which splashed the ground.

The boy is not alone. Hundreds of other slaves also got the same thing. If not according to one

a bad gift awaits from the supervisor.

Since the beginning of their arrival 5 days ago. They keep on doing the chipping. Nonstop. If you also get a break it is a time where waiting for the carts to come from behind the forest. Para

the slave was hopeful that the carriage would arrive late or not come at all. But it never happened because the adherents always datanng alternated. Whether it's day or night.

There, in a damp cave. There are not only slaves who work forcibly. However there are 2 people who monitor each of their work. First someone with a completely messy style.

“LIFT YOUR FEET….PEMALAS” shouted the man again. Throwing his whip to the ground.

The supervisor's name is Serge. A tall man. Black-haired, brown-eyed, pierced hair that replaces eyebrow hair. Serge wore sleeveless brown armor, iron chest armor, iron shoulder armor, and armor, protect the arm from iron and shorts that match with brown leather shoes.Serge also uses a necklace from the bones.

When other slaves were working hard because they were afraid. Suddenly someone stopped the footsteps. Plunge his luggage into the ground. Looking up at the sky of the cave. Take a long breath.

Suddenly it made the slave who was behind him shocked. “What are you doing?” The boy asked.

“I'm tired once” slave in front replied casually. “Heh” he sits, smiles.“1 Month ago I was a veteran hunter. But why, WHY AM I HERE!!!” the loud sound was coming from his dry lips. Saying with emphasis.

Rock that is on the ground. Clasping tightly “stingg” sounds loud. Echoing filled the space.

“What are you doing, stop it” the slave behind him reprimanded in panic. “I know, it's been 4 times you said it. but not now.please” said the slave behind him. Appearing a pale face.

“Huh, what happened”

Every eye there sees. Directing a look at the origin of that clink. They're shocked.

“AKU BULARG THE HUNTER GELA-“ did not have time to finish. The face was washed away by

whips. The boy endured the pain. Molars harden. Looking at the anger. “LACK AJAR” the boy shouted.Stretching hands want to choke.

In that damp cave. A slave claiming to be the hunter tried to win himself over. By fighting the Supervisor.He widened his hand to reach the neck of the supervisor.

But one thing missed the estimate. Serge is a strong man. Serge was not a loser just because of the anger of a slave. Without the boy realizing. He jumped himself into his mouth

“Do not know yourself” Serge said. At that instant Serge's hand started to move. The steel whip also floated along with Serge's hand. Twisted that already widened arm. Grip it firmly.

“What” says Bularg. Astounded. “How can?”. You can only ask yourself who does not know what the strength of your opponent is. He thought he would win only because of the anger that soared. But in fact it is the same.

The slave in the old clothes was taken to the ground. Not only did it crash, one powerful kick landed on the chin. Teeth up to the crown. As a result, blood flows from the tip of the lips. Teeth that are no longer white are removed from their place. Forced jump from the mouth. Until he fell down like a wooden chair missing one leg.

“Beware. Budak” says serge. His eyes glanced at the. Rounded up like an executioner who had decided to carry out the execution.

Serge moved his hand. The whip flew in the direction Serge wanted. It airs and lands on the body of a slain slave. Many times the whip landed on the body, legs, back

up head. Until the boy could no longer stand up. He can only bend the body. Protecting yourself like a turtle. But consciously though it is not as hard as the shell of a turtle. Only thin and easily injured skin.

“I told you, AWAKE SLAVE!!!!” said Serge. Serge smiled. Serge's face looked very happy. Laughing with clearly visible teeth. He is like a proud winner in a

the competition.

“Good Sir, baik” said slave. That voice sounded soft. “AAHH, Please stop” his face is clear. With a vibrating voice. The crying began to disturb the sound coming out. The boy asked to be forgiven.

“WAHAHAHA BASIC SLAVE, JUST DIE KAU”

Serge didn't see any of that. Not compassionate at all. That soft voice made him even more fiery. That plea for mercy made him even more powerful to a slave. Serge really enjoyed the torture.

“T-please stop, m-excuse me” the slave's moans are so poignant. Although pity but who would dare to go forward to challenge. Be a hero to others. To be a hero to themselves they cannot.

“Hah, what-I didn't hear. Say again” the smile is getting wider.

“A-aaa Aaaa, Aaaaa” the slave could only moan. There was nothing he could do anymore. Begging for forgiveness for the self that he has repeatedly said is not unheard of. That's how cruel Serge is. Man who

not having a heart.

The whole body is like a spill of red paint. Bloody full of wounds. He bent down until he lay like a tree falling. No longer able to move and no longer able to make a sound.

“LACK AJAR” says Serge cussing. Angry just because blood splashes on the shirt. Consider it an insult to her, which is all because of her own actions. But even blame others. With a very rough hand hit the slave who was stiff on the ground. Blindly beating the boy mercilessly.

In that damp cave. Spreading pebbles, pouring water. The slaves could only gulp dry spit.Watching the heartless torture of the overseer. The pale face of the decor blends with sweat. You can only stare in silence like a statue that can do nothing.

But what they can do. They can only see but cannot be heroes. Can only accept the suffering that is grievous. There is also fear they cannot hide. Pretending it wasn't important. Shark and close your eyes. Know if fighting will be the same fate. Know that they are non-independent human beings.

Asking for justice there is not something to be proclaimed. If you ask the supervisor to be good, you will reply with a different answer. Just following the rules that they themselves know, it's not fair. But what is fair, the word fair is unheard of in their ears. They can only work for safety, not for satisfaction. To survive for tomorrow.

Serge is truly a heartless ruthless human being. He came out of the cave after being satisfied playing whip lash.Wajah Serge looked happy. He smiled like the sun rising from the east.

“Yo Jack” greets you with a smile that is still fixed on your face. “Good job, isn't it? Hah” Serge laughed satisfied. There was not the slightest trace of guilt on Serge's face. Not a single bit of regret. It was precisely a satisfied smile that was seen. It was precisely a sigh of relief that came out. It was like throwing a rock across the river. It doesn't mean anything.That's how the members of The Bandits Gang.