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CH 83'S. Forcefully

Marylin twitched uneasily, a man sitting not far from her chair only glanced at her glance, then closed his eyes again. The man did not care about the growl and noise Marylin was trying to make from behind her duct tape-covered mouth.

Both of Mary's hands were tied back, her legs suffered the same fate, tied tight, let alone to be used to step, moving the slightest of her legs could not.

He boarded the plane carrying him at this time by being picked up by one of the men who kidnapped him over the shoulder, it was carried easily and then carried to a plane where there were no other passengers except the men of this bodyguard and himself. There's no crew, no Lionel.

When they arrived at the airport, their car entered a special section where Mr. Lucca's private plane had been waiting. When the car stopped, someone opened the door, then suddenly Marylin was forcibly pulled out of her chair.

Marylin shouted and called out to Lionel, but the young man's ears only heard the music he was playing in his ears. Hopefully his ears are really broken! Marylin. Lionel didn't even open his eyes at all, Marylin didn't know if Lionel was asleep or just simply stuck enjoying music.

Hearing Mary scream, one of the men immediately smothered her mouth, she was moved up to a car and immediately tied up. The car then took him to another part of the airport where another plane was waiting. Then he was lifted on the shoulder by one of the men and put on the plane.

Marylin continued to move her hands, until the rope that tied her wrist continued to swipe her skin until it blisters.

The effort did not produce results. The rope did not even loosen in the slightest. Tired of all the useless effort, Mary ended up leaning into the seat of the plane. He closed his eyes.

Serge ... Where are you? What the hell is it? Who are these people?

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The order to open her eyes and wake up enters Marylin's ear. He soon woke up, opened his eyes quickly and realized the man standing near his chair was waiting for him to wake up. How many hours of flight he had been through, Mary really did not know.

Marylin wished she had been dreaming. That this is just his fantasy. The fear that he tried to save when he saw these big bodyguards arrest and smother him. The fear that he did not show while on a flight that would either take him anywhere, alone without Serge or anyone he knew in the crew that joined for their work.

Marylin felt the burly hand of the man standing nearby scoop up her arm and clamp down firmly.

He was again forced to withdraw, Marylin chose according to. There's nothing he can do. Her body was still very tired, after chasing them to finish the job before noon, Mary hoped that after the next flight to the next country, she would still have time to rest before meeting Serge. Maybe that's why he fell asleep on the plane.

But what he expected was far from reality. He ends up in a place he doesn't know about, with foreign men who don't seem to know how to talk. Their mouths were tightly clenched, only talking if they wanted to order something to him.

Marylin was again picked up by the man, taken off the plane and put in a car. As the car began to speed, Marylin glanced out the glass window and frowned. It really is a foreign place.

The trip was very long, Marylin's hands and feet felt stiff and tingling. His mouth began to feel dry. I don't know how many hours they've been driving. But the man driving the car that took him did not stop.

Marylin started moaning again. He's very thirsty. When the man next to her pulled a bottle, Marylin moved with a voice from behind her mouthpiece.

The man held the end of the duct tape attached to the cheek of Marylin, then pulled it quickly.

"Let'soooooo!" Marylin yelling.

Marylin's mouth was plastered by the lips of a bottle of drinking water, then the drink was poured into her mouth quickly. Marylin swallowed while coughing.

"Pelan .. please," he said.

The man was just silent, pouring the drink back into Marylin's mouth, until the water in the bottle was almost gone.

"Tell me who you are. Why was I brought here?" marylin's question was only greeted with duct tape that was re-attached to her mouth. Without being able to fight Marylin could finally just close her eyes, leaning tiredly on the chair. Letting the man sitting beside her flatten the duct tape in her mouth and making sure Mary again could not speak.

As the road continued to climb, Marylin realized she had been taken to a mountainous area. The farther the day went, the more slowly the light began to fade until finally the darkness was completely present and removed the tracks of the sun. Now Mary's anxiety and fear had changed. The area was not a residential area, no one would have gone to a place like this if it were not the owner of that place.

Marylin stared in alarm as their car arrived at the high iron gate. The gate opened, inexplicably Mary felt her voice was terrifying, like the ghost gate she had seen. Passing through the gate, the car passed slowly along a path that was also filled with trees. The dense darkness made Marylin shudder. He chose to take his eyes off the window. The darkness out there made him even more fearful and agitated.

From a distance, Marylin saw the top of the building standing firmly on the ground. The flickering light of the lamp tells Marlyn that they have arrived. Slowly, the enormous mansion building was clearly visible, if not being frightened, Marylin must have felt the view of the mansion standing majestically in the depths of the night was amazing. But her fear made Marylin feel she had just arrived at the horror palace.

The car stopped, the man next to her got down and pulled her out and lifted her up again. Marylin let it go, her body is very tired, she can only peek through the sidelines of her hair that is disheveled tangled.

They entered the brightly lit mansion. A few men who were dressed the same as the man who raised him looked on guard at some point. Marylin also saw the ardour of some of the maids who passed by as she was carried further and further into the mansion.

Marylin realizes no one cares if there is a man who carries a woman in a bound state. It was as if it was an ordinary sight happening in the mansion, or they already knew of Marylin's arrival, or were also used to acting as if they did not see and hear anything that was happening in the mansion. Marylin did not know which of her guesses was correct.

He was carried up the stairs, several times, no matter how many floors there were in the mansion, Mary did not know. Until they arrived in a hallway. There are only two doors in the hallway. A man standing guard in front of a door opened the door of the room wide when he saw them arrive.

Marylin was brought in, her body thrown into the bed. Then the man untied his legs. Marylin looked towards the door, two men seemed to be standing there, it seemed as if this room she occupied would continue to be guarded.

The bond of his hand following opened, Marylin scowled her stiff and stiff hands. The blisters on the wrist are sore and look red. Then lastly, the man reopened the duct tape that covered his mouth.

"Yeahaaaaaw!" marylin yelled back as duct tape was pulled quickly, leaving pain and redness around Marylin's mouth and cheeks.

"Please ... one word ... Who told me to bring me here?" ask Marylin.

The man looked at Marylin, then started picking up the traces of the rope that had been used to tie the girl. After a while, the man thought that there was no order to save the identity of their master from the woman. Mr. Diego said the woman worked for their master.

"You know him, Miss. Mr. Alrico Lucca. He ordered you here."

It was already more than one word, Marylin gulped. He saw the man step out of the room. Then there was the sound of the door being locked from the outside.

Feeling alone, then all the fear and horror that Marylin held in her heart came out one by one. His hands and feet began to tremble, creeping all over the body. Mary raised both hands up, the hand swayed, the longer the tighter. With a pale face and quivering lips, Marylin knew that something about the man named Alrico Lucca was true. The water is starting to flow ....

"Serge .. Where are you? Please help me ...."

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