Liberoses
#20: Hot water, handcuffs, chains, and pistols
Davila's brain began to move, thinking about the reason, until suddenly the sound of a notification from his phone distracted him.
His eyes turned back in shock at the contents of the message.
That's Grace..
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Davila came out of the toilet violently, Hans turned his head and the resto. Davila threw her phone just like that making Hans swiftly catch her.
The first thing Hans saw was the Room Chat of his Master and Grace.
At least that's what it says in his contact name. Hans's eyes narrowed at the sight of a new message.
Hans eyes turned back in shock at her. A square-shaped photo sent from Grace's phone, a photo of a long-haired girl wearing a black Hoodie and panting Army pants standing with handcuffs knitting her hands and chains wrapped around her body.
Not wrong anymore. That's Grace.
Her body was soaking wet, and some smoke billowed, it seemed that if Hans had not mistakenly thought, the girl was doused in hot water.
The girl's left cheek turned red, as if she had been slapped so many times that it had been cut, as well as her entire body that was covered with wounds.
Davila walked to her car. Lava rage exploded making the surrounding environment feel hot. That guy is really angry. His first anger in 5 years. Angry until his eyes glinted reddishly.
Hans followed Davila, opening the man's door.
“Contact The Mujabihage.” Davila rules absolutely.
Hans nodded.
And this is the first time The Mujabihage has risen.
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Grace again could only stand still without a wiggle when the hot water greeted all over her body.
Hot, it's hot. The boiling water was directly doused into his body.
“Jawab my question! What is the security code De Gavellyn Crop?!” A tall-bodied man snapped. The question he asked 3 times.
I took a deep breath, trying to breathe in as much oxygen as I could.
“Jawab!!”
BYUR!! Again some of his men ran my body with boiling water. I'm shaking.
“I don't know.” Repasku. Davila never addressed the company issue though.
“Do not lie! I know you wife******** that!” The guy got up from his chair then walked over, and pulled my chin roughly.
“Honey, a woman as beautiful as you should suffer like this.” Lirih that guy is vile. The dark-haired guy and the ash-eye.
“Close to the most successful entrepreneur in America is not easy, right? Miss?” The guy then slapped my left cheek again.
Bemoan.
“Alright, just play the game. Phone that person.” The guy moved away, a woman in black came, gave me my phone.
The guy presses a button to activate Loudespeaker mode.
“Seems like you want to hear your husband's voice?” The guy looked cynical. Then the voice of ‘pip’ as a sign of the connected phone sounded so the guy grinned happily.
“Don't touch Grace,” That's Davila's voice. The guy's cold voice was just as he was killing someone at the hotel during an event. I looked, and so did the guy.
“Oh, yes? Late.” The guy chuckles softly.
“Do you want to see the state of your wife?” The guy glanced at me for a second.
“What do you want?” The guy laughed. A cruel laugh filled the room that was equal in width to Davila's room. Error, this is smaller.
“You understand very well yes, Mr. Davila.”
“Send me 10 million dollars. Then your beloved wife will be safe.” The man continued lightly, he sipped a glass of alcohol.
“SO YOU ONLY WANT MONEY?!!” Davila screams. His screams filled the room. Some of the boys turned their heads, while the guy chuckled.
“Oh yes. For people like you money is boring. To me, 10 million dollars means.” The guy said.
I was stunned. 10 million dollars if in rupiah then the amount is equivalent to 148 billion more, almost 150 billion!
Davila's crazy! Why save me with that kind of money?
“Where are you?”
“I'm not that stupid. Send the money to the account I gave you. I'm waiting for you, or your wife will die in less than 25 minutes.” That guy sneers sneaky.
“Toooooooooooooooo. I already know where you are.”
Then the phone disconnected. The guy was bluffing furiously, but remained silent.
“I heard, De Gavellyn company produced 982 billion US$ per minute.” The guy said, looking at me.
I jerked.
Crazy one?! Davila always lived that easy!
“It should be 10 million US$ is dime for him.” The guy said.
“Let's see if your husband is coming or not.”
I let out a sigh of resignation.
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“Consideration! The Mujabihage Team!” A man said firmly, hitting the table slowly so that the sound of a punch sounded.
The 5 people in the room were silent. Looked obediently at the man.
“Our time is not much, so listen properly!”
“Ready! Commander!” Serempak 5 people said firmly together.
“Complete location I have sent. Check your weapons, bullet reserves,” The man said, the room is now filled with the sound of a gun.
They checked the number of bullets, and the reserves.
“Sandera this time—” The man hung up his words, closed his eyes for a while then sighed shortly.
“Wife Mr Davila. Good luck.”
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The man with the ash-eye bead opened the black duct tape that he accidentally stuck on my lips, he pulled it rough, then smiled cunningly.
“You know? Adjacent to an armed person like your husband increases your risk of getting hurt.” Whisper the guy.
“Quick install that bomb.” The man said to one of his men, the man nodded obediently then walked out of the room.
A bomb? Wh-wh-what for?
“We must leave immediately after receiving the money. Let the girl die here with Davila.”
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Davila stepped inside the mansion. He ignored the greetings of the waiter there.
Walk quickly towards the room then take one medium-sized black box.
Davila grabbed the gun heartedly. The gun is brown with an iron coating on top, there is a carving of ‘The Mujabihage’ in the middle.
Davila put the gun on him, then took a black pen there. A pen with poison at the end.
The guy walked over quickly, ignoring Alyn who was loudly shouting at him.
“Kak! Brother Davilaa!” Hans came closer. It's Alyn who's going after Davila.
“Sorry, miss, but the atmosphere is not right anymore. Mr. Davila is not in the mood to joke.” Hans said formally, then walked away leaving Alyn clueless.
Davila picked up her phone, then pressed on the one contact she needed right now.
“Now.”
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I've been sore. Forced to stand with chains wrapped around my body. The chain is heavy.
The guy was still busy preparing all the preparations, but still tortured me. Once every 3 minutes, the hot water will be on the banjur, then the woman dressed in all black will slap me 3 times.
Again, the water was washed. The woman stood up to slap me but the voice of the man with the ash bead cut first.
“Wait.” Cut the guy down until the woman in all black clothes is on the spot.
“The hot water will not be felt when he uses clothes this thick,”Cowok it pointed Hoodie belongs to Davila. The woman nodded in understanding then walked to the table to pick up the scissors.
What are they gonna do with scissors that sharp?
The woman walked over, smiled pettyly then scissored the thick Hoodie. I glared in shock.
Crazy one?! This hoodie can be cut?
The woman threw the black Hoodie then walked over, carrying a tub of hot water.
“Say hi sweety,”
BYUR!!
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All my life, this is the first time I've felt so exhausted that I wish I had died that very second. Oh, errata, except for the time of his past, that's it.
They are really outrageous. Dousing with hot water, slapping, even scissoring Hoodie?! They're nuts!
Money is creepy. I sat down when I felt hot water again. The words my grandfather said when I was 6 years old. Dan—it's right. Damnit.
“What is Davila's weakness?” The guy keeps asking questions about Davila. I'm bored.
“I don't know.” The answer I have answered no matter how many times. I'm honest, I don't know anything about Davila. Let's just say I'm useless, because it's true.
The man gritted angrily, then told the woman to water the hot water. Again.
DOR!!!
All the boys fell down immediately, with gunshot wounds to the heart and head. Only that guy left now. Alone, and that woman who now appears dying.
I was shocked, but unable to respond. My body is too weak for that.
“Greetings, Erlangga Tirta,” Davila said lightly, carrying one black suitcase and then walking into the room.
The guy walked up broke, took his gun and then pressed it against my head, as if using it for a gun to keep Davila from killing him.
Davila laughs. He entered followed by 5 people in all black clothes.
Davila looked at me, her gaze sharpened when she knew I was only wearing the black Crop top, also because of the wound and my wet body, with smoke billowing in the room.
Davila threw the black suitcase, right on the stomach of the man, who immediately caught it.
“Take all that money, and release the hostage.” Sharp command.
I tried to look up, accidentally saw one of the faces of the man in black clothes, he—Korea!
“Nae mal deul-eo bwa, neohuideul-i hangug salam ingeol al-a,” I said softly, making one of them release the tool attached to his ear. He approached Davila, whispering something that I guessed was the translation.
“Listen to my words, I know you're korean.” Whisper the man to Davila. Davila looked at me.
“Da billaleul yeogiseo ppaenaesibsio. i bang-eun 15 bun hue pogbal hal geos-ida. gyohwalhan namjaga bang juwie pogtan-eul neoh-eossseubnida.”
“Bawa Davila go from here. This room will explode in 15 minutes.The cunning person put a bomb around the room.”
“Nan yeogiseo jug-eoyadendamyeon gwaenchanh-a da billaleul delyeoga.”
The man in black clothes took a slow breath before whispering the sentence I said.
“I'm fine if I have to die here now. take Davila away.”
One of the men in black opened the device that covered his ears, he looked at me.
“geu greetings-i gyehoeg han gyehoeg-eul algo issseubnikka?” The man asked, letting the other 3 people point guns at the black-haired guy. He dropped his gun.
“Do you know the plan that person has arranged?”
“ye, geudeul-eun-i bang juwie pogtan-eul neoh-eossseubnida. 15 bun hue pogbal hal geos-ibnida. pogtan-i teojigi jeon-e ppalli tteonyahabnida—”
“ya, they put a bomb around this room, the bomb will explode in 15 minutes. you should quickly leave before the bomb explodes or—”
“Sorry I'm late.” Davila said softly. He speaks Indonesian?! Holy hooch!
“I won't let you die.” Next, then pointing the gun at the guy, the guy brought the gun closer to my head.
“What are you doing? I will kill her!” The man was about to fire his gun, but another voice cut first.
DORR!!
The guy fell, drenched in blood as 3 bullets made their way through his body.
My eyes felt heavy, and slowly closed. The sound of screaming calling out to me sounded, but I was too weak to simply reply.
Now I know what hot water, handcuffs, chains, and pistols mean.
