Santri Famiglia's

Chained

Out of the room of the woman called madam, two other women followed. They stopped Damiyan who was invited to the elevator.

"We will accompany you" said a smiling woman.

Another chimed in, "It would be safer in a crowd. There's a criminal running around here."

Damiyan simply stared at the reflection of their shadows on the shiny walls of the elevator, not intending to make any pleasantries at all. He only smiles and responds when there is a sentence that needs to be answered. Damiyan Road was easy, smoother than he expected.

He thought, there will be fights, drama, or whatever it is that will trouble him. In fact, these women treat children well. Damiyan's cheeks were pinched. Hair ruffled. They even praised Damiyan.

"You're like the snow prince. Your skin is soft like a baby."

"Of course smooth. He's still a kid. But, you're right. Her hair is snow white. Oh, and look at his eyes! How clear and refreshing, like a frozen ocean!"

They are so happy when together. Damiyan's face was touched and played at will. They're laughing.

Damiyan's vigilance loosened. He thought, "Could papa have made up with these people?"

Even out of the elevator they are still actively talking. Not a single bit of travel time was left in silence. Two criminals who roam did not escape to be the topic of conversation.

"They are cruel."

"I was shocked to see them appear on the surveillance cameras, then slaughter everyone they met."

"They're really cold-blooded killers."

"To be more precise, that's black hair anyway. The blonde just walked behind him, saw the black one slaughtering without moving much."

"Should have been, you didn't come here, Little Brother."

"Right, you could be the target of two criminals."

"Our friends are trying to knock them out, but they can always beat whatever comes."

"Madam is currently thinking of a way to incapacitate those two people."

They walked very carefully every time they passed the intersection. The new group stepped forward when one of them had already ensured the safety of the road.

This conversation left Damiyan confused. He remembered the corpses he had encountered before meeting the woman who had accompanied him. He watched with his own eyes. It is he who kills the women at the entrance.

The bodies after that were likely to kill Kelana as well. So, Damiyan understood that the two criminals must be Kelana and Aeneas. All the traits they mentioned corresponded to those two men.

Damiyan's perception of who was evil went awry. Until just a moment ago, he was talking to the friendly Kelana. Kelana and Aeneas Fang's friends. Fang Vladimir's friend. Vladimir goes to rescue Damiyan's parents who may be held captive by the women.

Aeneas and Kelana came here to find Vladimir. They just need Vladimir so that other variables are removed. A few nights earlier, the women attacked Damiyan's family. However, the women were being gentle with him now.

"Maybe they're different women? But, why did the uncles attack them?" inner Damiyan.

He could not remember the faces of the women who attacked his family. Damiyan tried to connect all the information he had.

Damiyan's brain worked so hard that it blew away the smoke of confusion. Too many premises. Damiyan could not draw conclusions from the overlapping premises.

Unknowingly, he had arrived at the door. A person pressed a button on the edge of the door.

"It's because of the two intruders."

Then, a female voice sounded from the intercom. The woman asked for a password. The door shifted open when a woman who was with Damiyan said one word.

Slowly, but surely, the scenery inside began to be exposed. Simultaneously, Damiyan's hand was pulled backwards. Damiyan.

"What the fuck?" Damiyan jerked his hands. However, his hands could not be stretched. Both are behind the waist. An iron necklace coiled to his neck. Next, his hand was pulled upwards. He simply could not move it to grab the gun in his pocket.

"Road, Little Brother!" One woman giggled, followed by another.

Damiyan's back was pushed. He staggered into the room. Every time Damiyan tried to pull his hand down, his neck hurt. That's because there's a chain that links handcuffs to necklaces.

"It turns out, it's easy to gain the trust of a child."

The door closed again. Damiyan's pants were searched. A woman clucked while pulling a gun out of Damiyan's pocket.

"AW, look, guys! This kid seems to be trying to fool us."

"It's so adorable!" A woman pinched Damiyan's cheek, then shook it to the right and left.

Damiyan was exasperated to see their hypocritical smile. He regretted having doubted his instincts before. Supposedly, he did not throw his suspicion towards these women.

They moved from in front of Damiyan. Damiyan's hair was grabbed and pulled up. Something hanging above made Damiyan stumble.

"Izias, did you wake up there! Look at! Your beloved son is coming to pick you up!" shouted a woman.

The others laughed. They were happy to get the threat material easily. The door has been closed again. Damiyan could hear the sound of the door being shifted.

On the ceiling, Damiyan's father and mother were chained. Both are tied to crossed iron. Hence, they looked like they were lying stretched out on the roof, facing down.

Even more horrifying, boards with twists stretched across the floor, just below them. The chain that binds them is connected to a pulley wheel, extending to one side of the room. Seen a lever that seems to be used to pull the chain. Once the lever is pulled off, it is certain that the husband will die instantly, stuck in the channels below. The snaps were like spikes the size of a crowbar inverted.

Iziaslav opened his eyes slowly. The conditions are so awful. Clothes torn. Blood stains seemed to stick in some parts.

"Iyan, why did you get here?" Damiyan's mother said weakly. Her tears are shed.

"Father, Mama." Damiyan stared at them.

"Well, Izias, it's time to vote. Talk or this kid's gonna lose his eye?" A woman pointed a knife at Damiyan.

The end is scraping on Damiyan's cheek. A little blood flowing. Damiyan hardened his jaw, holding himself back from shouting.

Iziaslav and his wife kept their mouths locked up there. They looked at each other with Damiyan. This time, Damiyan made a promise to himself. He won't loosen his guard. If the knife gets into his eyes, he will dodge at all costs.

"It's so stubborn!" other women's anger.

"Let's just finish this kid!" A woman pulled Damiyan's hair further back.

"Ah, that's right! Let's see how the two stone heads react! If their hearts aren't moved, that's a sign you don't mean anything to them, son."