Liz Nadia's

The Underground Prison

There really is no room to fight. Liz Nadiah's body was now dragged into another room - still inside the old building. He was confined alone, still in a state of hands tied to the back.

Beyond his shadow, it turned out that not all places in the house were in a weathered state. One space that now encloses it, quite comfortable, clean-it's definitely worth occupying. Behind the glass attached to one part of the wall, there is a view of shady trees with a small river below, enough to spoil the eye.

Unfortunately, there was no time to even praise the beauty. All he had to think about right now was; how did he get out of this old house? There was nothing that he could use to cut the binder that was wrapped around his hand, other than a mat that lay on the wooden tile he was now treading.

The sound of do'a-do'a pleading for help and protection, he ceaselessly uttered in his heart. May there be a miracle.

As despair began to greet his heart, the door that had originally been locked opened.

Liz Nadiah retreated in anticipation, as the figure of Diraga Madewa appeared with a sly grin on her face. Slowly, the old man pressed the buttons on his shirt, then released them one by one, after the door was locked again.

"Calm down. I won't hurt you" said Diraga. "If I'm no longer young .. but I'm still fresh." After being released, the white shirt he wore was thrown in any direction, leaving a thin singlet that printed transparent parts of his body. "I am still able to satisfy you," he continued in a heavy voice.

Undeniably, the body of the elderly man is still quite dashing to say old age. Not too high, but the muscles around his chest and shoulders still look charming. Just a slight frown on his forehead, which became a symbol of his long life that he had lived.

Liz Nadiah is raising her eyelids. His body reflexively shifted, sweeping the wall to the side, as if the movement could make him avoid the Diraga. Else in reality, the old man could have pounced on him that second as well.

But ....

Diraga Madewa scrunched her face to look at Liz Nadiah who was now standing still. The girl's expression turned flat.

"Alright, I give up" said Liz Nadiah slowly. "It feels pointless to fight. You may touch me as you please, sir," he continued with a sad look, as if resigned in his submission.

The old man squinted his eyes, piercing a probing gaze toward the woman who was actually more deserving of being his child. "You don't want to play games with me, do you?"

Subject Liz Nadiah's face lifted. Looking back at Diraga, this time with a stern lightning, yet still looking as if frightened. "What do you think I can do?"

Suddenly a smile was on Diraga Madewa's lips.

After some time dealing with the goddess-mental woman, finally, her hard soul sloughed off on its own.

Right, weak creatures, will remain weak-according to Diraga's view. It's still women. Where can be equated with himself

"Sweet choice, Miss." Diraga still put on his smile. "Then, as an opening .. open the cloth on your head. I want to see how beautiful you are without that cover, before I enjoy the other beauties of you."

That request was enough to make Liz Nadiah jump. But trying to wrap it with a resigned expression. "Master!" He quickly rewinded his body, as Diraga's palm began to lift almost touching his head.

"What's up?" Diraga's eyes were back.

"Umm .. Please open my hand bond."Liz Nadiah turned her back, revealing her two hands that were still tightly bound. "It hurts so much."

A smile replaced Diraga Madewa's suspicions. "Oh, yeah. I forgot, "he said lightly. "You won't be able to grip my back when I lock you up later. That's it, isn't it, Miss?"

Although stiffly, Liz Nadiah nodded. And slowly, the rope began to loosen, then lightly, then ....

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"CATCH THAT WOMAN!!!"

The voice of Diraga Madewa roared to the sky. He leaned over holding onto the intimate part of her that had just gotten a super kick from Liz Nadiah, with a grimacing face enduring the excruciating pain. Her innocent shoulders look bruised red, as well as the rest of her body - it might turn blue in a moment.

Liz Nadiah continued to push her pace, without looking right, left and back. Whatever he put on his feet should be his hope of escape. Down the stairs, through the hallway, circling around looking for a way that could take him out. But no doubt again, this weathered building is quite spacious and winding, so he has difficulty escaping from that disgusting place.

"HE'S IN THERE!!"

Fragile wood that was accidentally stepped on by Liz Nadiah, invited rowdy Diraga Madewa men who were chasing him the night before this morning. Just now he was walking precipitously because he caught the burly figures who were in a daze looking for his existence, forced to be caught because the foot massage can not be conditioned.

Without babibu, Liz Nadiah returned to her quick steps. The thumping sound from the foot was louder than before.

"DON'T RUN AWAY!!" The screams are back on the air.

Liz Nadiah keeps trying to find a way out. At least stay away from those people-maybe hiding, he thought.

What is this building exactly? Why does it feel complicated? Too many rooms sometimes force him to return to the same place. Makes it hard to avoid. His strength was not strong enough for him to reuse against those burly men. After the previous, three people he managed to paralyze.

Now he goes down a ladder that will connect somewhere else.

Until suddenly, his rapid pace turned slow. Then he was still motionless, after the last step was passed through him. His eyes stared in disbelief at what he now saw.

About ten in number, the doorways lined up side by side, with the walls blocking each other's space one and the other on the inside. It was the underground prisons that he often saw on television.

Stiffly and slowly, Liz Nadiah moved her legs closer to the bars. The closer, the more clearly visible, inside those narrow spaces

... there is life.

People with thin and shabby bodies, made up of men and women mixed haphazardly, each two people filled each room, they looked miserable. None made a sound. Some of them seem to be asleep in a curled up position. Others were silent, their tails following Liz Nadiah-frightened movements, as if seeing a ghost.

The room was too dark to be able to capture those faces clearly. The only light produced, came from a yellow bulb that hung shyly on the ceiling above Liz Nadiah's head.

The girl closed her mouth in disbelief. His tears began to fall. Who're they? Why are they locked up here? ask Liz Nadiah's heart.

this is too cruel! Miris's value.

With all his heart, he approached one of the bars, then asked, "Why are you guys locked up here?" With a slow voice almost hissing.

"We were punished without fault."

The voice came from the third row of bars from the left. Female voice. Liz Nadiah's forehead wrinkled in response. He stepped closer to the origin of the sound.

An old woman, with disheveled curly hair. Wear longdress patterned long-sleeved leaves, which may never be washed for months. Liz Nadiah lowered her body, crouching in front of her. "Why could that be?" He asked again in curiosity.

After believing that the girl in front of him was human, the woman again gave the answer, "It's hard for us to explain," she said looking desperate. His face looks scowled. He looked at Liz Nadiah, astonished. "Who are you, Miss? Why are you here?"

"I'm kidnapped!" Liz Nadiah replied without further ado.

In an instant, it changed violently. The one who fell asleep is now vertical. The Diraga captives threw various sentences at Liz Nadiah. One of them said, "I know you're running away, Miss. Get out of here!"

In contrast to others who asked Liz Nadiah to help them get free, they exclaimed disapproval, thinking the girl was their life expectancy.

"He's right, son. Go before they catch you" said the old woman again expectantly. He moved his body closer to the iron bars, until it was held.

Now Liz Nadiah can catch that tired face clearly. His eyes were suddenly round, and his mouth was also gaping. The noise around him no longer cared about him. He fixedly looked at the old woman in front of him who kept asking him to leave as soon as possible, without a blink.

This face ... I know this face .. I remember this face ... I recognize this face ....

"Hurry and go, son. While you have a chance!"

"Mother Muana."

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