Face Poker

PROLOGUES

The little hand began to tremble, his tiny body now shivering coldly under his bed. His fine hair that was decomposed began to get wet due to the swift sweat that was flirting from his head.

The sound of lightning continued to roar through the soul. Flashes continued to strike in the sky that night. Heavy rain poured into the house. All sounds entered the little girl's ears, including the moaning of the middle-aged woman who filled the corner of every living room.

The door from the restroom was opened intentionally due to being too rushed. And as a result, inevitably the eyes of the little girl must be staring at the body of her father lying on the floor with a strip of red water.

Her cheeks were wet, her trembling hands were closing her mouth to remain silent. His two eyes were unceasingly shedding tears by continuously staring at his father's smiling face at him for the last time.

Until finally the lightning is big enough to make the window of the living room house broke, along with the cessation of his mother's cries. Now his eyes caught both of them lying on the floor.

The puddles flowed everywhere almost filling the entire house. Because the amount that is quite a lot makes the smell very stinging. Even the boy felt like vomiting.

“ah, shit!! Where's that little boy!!” shouted a man who was walking with a big hammer in his hand.

The more afraid the little boy, the closer he shut his mouth. Even his breath was made slowly so as not to be heard.

With a hurried step, the man was with several other people surrounding the entire house. Even occasionally they break down, hit, shoot things that block their way. And without hesitation they killed the housemaids who were in hiding.

“HEY!! WHERE'S THE KID!!” shouted a man by pointing his gun at the head of the old man who still did not want to open his mouth. Not even screaming.

“YOU MUTE YES!!!” within seconds the bullet shot towards its target.

“dumb basics!! Your master is dead, you are still acting pretentious!!”

One by one they were gone, there was nothing left. Now the girl is alone. Lonesome. Darkened. Chilly. Real cold. Her tears were dry, her lips were shaking.

One by one the humans who took the family out. Leaving the little girl under the bed alone and cold. But it was safer than having to be caught by those old men. His body began to shiver. His eyes began to blur.

For some time the girl tried to stay conscious. But he was getting tired. His body was no longer able to hold. The cheeks that were originally blushing with warmth, turned deathly pale from the cold.

In his shadow he saw a pair of feet covered in typical black leather shoes walking into his room and stopping right in front of him. The worry that struck the girl's heart. Slowly the man's feet were crouching. Likewise, his two hands are now starting to squeeze the floor while wanting to peek something down there. And it also looks like the wrist is wearing an antique watch in its shadow.

His lips continued to tremble, asking for help. But it's so heavy. His body was really tired and cold. Slowly his eyes could not even see the shadow anymore. It was too blurry until it all went dark. He was asleep in that cold. Although another body had taken him away.

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