I Can Hear Your Heart
12. Kidnapped
Rosta looks anxious, cold sweat flowing from between his skin even though the day is still too early to overheat. He drives near-delight because maybe he's really a demon? I tried to pull his hand off the steering wheel hoping a little accident would stop his car and I could actually run away from him.
As I expected, his car hit the roadblock and stopped. I rushed to open the car door when the hand held me and violently banged my head on the car dashboard.
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My head still hurts, I feel like there's a pretty big lump on my forehead even if it's not as big as a bakpao. I felt my place lying down: that hard, rough, cold texture made me open my still-covered eyes. I don't know how long I've been unconscious and lying on this granite floor. Rising from where I lay, I tried to understand where I was.
The place is quiet, dirty and dark - it seems to get darker as the day begins to night. I stepped in an atmosphere that had dimmed. I'm sure maybe it's dusk out there. The sunlight began to dim. The only place the light could enter that illuminated this room was from the gap of the hollow wall window - it seemed like there was a glass covering the hole. But now it is left open. I began to feel uneasy in this silence and that I did not know where I was.
I walked into the room and realized that the door was tightly closed. Then suddenly the feeling hit me. There are other people in this place and one of them I know very well Rosta.
You crossed your line. There's nothing you can do right now.
I brought the girl, she's a virgin. I only ask for one more day to complete everything and the hotel will belong to my Master. Can't you say that?
There is one thing that Satan and God hate: unfaithfulness and you have done it. You did it to the man who gave you life back.
The deg!
And there's one difference between God and Satan is that it's about forgiveness. God forgives until He seems foolish in front of His creation, but My Lord will not do such foolishness.
My heart beats faster. I need to get out of this place right away. That's all I have in mind right now. But this door is not even open. There's no reason to linger, I'm trying to break that door. Not just once, but over and over again until my upper arm hurt so much.
"Don't get out of here! I don't want to live here!" Rosta's loud voice hit my ear. There was fear in that tone of voice and somehow it made me even more frightened. The night is starting to come.
Then I heard a strange noise from inside the tile. It sounds crackle accompanied by heavy breathing that repeatedly, not from one creature, but many creatures.
"Please! Open door! Please open the door!" I screamed even louder while breaking down the door that was in front of me.
"Please open the door."
My ears hear another voice repeating my words. The sound was soft, but scary. Trying to turn my body I saw a terrible figure crawling on the wall. I nodded and screamed back. The creature had a body that almost blistered in like scalding hot water or hard water all over its body. His body was thin like skin draped in a clothesline. Her head is blistered bald. The teeth are small and pointed. His red eyes shone like a flashlight in the dimness of this room. And he looks really hungry.
Breathing out I tried to suggest to myself that this was all a mirage. I don't believe in ghosts. I can't believe that creature exists. Then the test.a smelly, rancid thing dripped over my head. I touched the liquid, smelling the rotten and rancid scent of a carcass long unburied. My stomach is roiling great. I puked.
It´s real. There was a monstrous creature staring at me from above the ceiling of the room that was almost two meters high. I hastened my body to break down the door hysterically. Then the longer I could hear the other voices behind me. Look back. I found the creatures coming out of a hole that somehow miraculously appeared on the floor of this room. Though I'm sure, there was no hole in this room let alone a hole that is almost 2mx2m in size. The hole was too big to keep me from seeing it, even with the help of moonlight.
A long-haired woman crying over her baby with a body full of blood came out of the hole after successfully winning in a climbing race between fellow demons, then other figures appeared to the surface. They moved closer to me with savage eyes as if I were a dinner dish for them.
Big dark-bodied giant, dark, an ugly creature with a body like a hard liquid spilled and a bloody ghost above the ceiling then moved simultaneously lunging at me right at that moment the door I had broken into somehow was slammed violently opened. Thanks God. I ran out of the room. Passing through the worn-out corridors with chipped walls here and there while behind me the demons still ran in pursuit.
Far enough I ran, but there seemed to be no way out. I'm just going around and around, not stopping and not getting out of this demon lair. My feet were tired up and down the stairs, my sweat was pouring and my high heels pentofel was somewhere, I threw it in the direction of the starving demons. Wishing to prop up their starving stomachs before eating me.
Then I met Rosta who was also running from the pursuit of these creatures. Just like me, she also looked very frightened.
I grabbed a plug from the dusty old dining table. But it looks still sturdy, maybe because it is made of teak wood.
Plangs!
I clung to the face of a monstrous creature with long dangling hair covering his face to the floor. He just strangled Rosta. Unfortunately the creature only fell for a while and then got back up.
I pulled Rosta, the only creature with a human face other than myself here though, I knew she wasn't a real human. We hid under the kitchen table.
The night is getting late. I glanced at my watch, it was twelve o'clock in the evening. Morning is long enough. I'm not sure I'll be able to get out of this place alive when morning comes, just as I'm not sure if in the morning all these creatures will disappear.
Then I felt the feeling of Rosta hitting me.
It's not a matter of life or death, it's a matter of can you keep your heart from begging him for anything. Even for your life or your loved ones.
The deg!
My heart was beating even faster. A high-powered terror hit me.
