THE 4 YOUNG MOBSTERS S2

Freedom In Pressure*

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Mr. White invited Sandara into one of the buildings that he would later occupy. Sandara looks amazed at the place made of wood.

Similar to the cottage house in Military Camp, it's just that the place he stands now is nicer with more complete facilities.

They speak in English.

"You want freedom? Hem, here you're free to do anything. However, not completely free. All your movements are monitored by hidden CCTV. Don't waste your time looking for it. You better do something useful to improve your abilities" said Mr. White invites Sandara to go deeper into her new home.

"Improve ability?" asked Sandara confusedly looking at Mr. White who looked so radiant like a fairy.

"You've been spoiled for too long in the entertainment world, Sandara. You lost your analytical skills. As long as you're here with me, I'll train you. Don't ask me what I'll do because you won't like it. So, make yourself comfortable while in this house," said Mr. White gave up her embrace and now takes Sandara up the stairs with her to walk first.

Sandara could only obey and be silent. However, he was curious about Mr. White about his plan to make it something else. Sandara's heart was pounding and starting to get scared.

"Bed, kitchen, bathroom, work space, dining room and living room. It's all in this house. All your supplies will be delivered once a week every Friday at 12 p.m. Make sure you're at the door to receive the supplies. If you don't accept it, you'll have to fast and wait for the next week. Youunderstand?" firmly Mr. White now stood in front of Vesper's smallest daughter with a sharp eye.

"Em, I understand," she replied, nodding.

"Today I'm free to adapt to your new home. Did you see that alarm clock on your bedside table?" ask Mr. White pointed to a classic clock in Sandara's bedroom. The Asian girl nodded slowly. "Every alarm goes off, it's a sign you have to carry out the schedule."

"Schedule?" ask Sandara while staring at the alarm clock with roman numerals that are unique to her.

"Hem. The clock is equipped with a sound alarm. I gave Afro a voice because I knew you hated him now. Afro sounds will help you generate motivation. The alarm will go off 30 minutes before your schedule. I give you tolerance to be ready in the next 30 minutes. Is my advice clear enough?" ask Mr. White stood straight in front of the beautiful girl. Sandara nodded and her eyes were still fixed on the alarm clock by her bedside.

"All right that's it. I'll be back tomorrow" said Mr. White kissed Sandara's forehead and left her on the second floor, standing still with a blank look.

"This is not freedom. It's worse than my life as an artist" she said, saddened by tears.

Sandara walked over to her new bed and sat on the edge of the bed. He took the alarm clock and looked at it with a sad face.

"Sister Afro ..," he said sadly and hugged the watch tightly with his eyes closed as he missed it.

Next day.

TRINGG!!

Sandara's eyes immediately opened upon hearing the loud sound of alarm beside her ears. He sat down and saw the alarm clock showing at 6:30 a.m.

Sandara's heart was pounding, she was looking forward to Afro's voice which was said to be a reminder of her schedule that day.

"Hi, Dara. Good mornings. Your schedule today is sports until 11pm. Prepare yourself, do not forget breakfast and most importantly, I want to say ...." Sandara's heart was pounding waiting for the next sentence. "I hate you and I really want to kill you. Hehe."

Sandara shut her mouth. Her tears just drip. Afro's voice sounded so convincing like he really hated her. Sandara wiped her tears and looked so sad.

Without Sandara noticing, he dissolved and forgot the alarm if he only had 30 minutes to prepare.

Sandara. He looked down and found a large, brown man with black hair entering his house.

"Wake up, slacker!" he said it in Spanish.

Sandara jerks. He saw the alarm clock and without realizing it the time had shown at 7 am.

Sandara immediately approached the wardrobe and picked up a shirt with a special uniform that she had seen last night.

However, just as Sandara removed the clothes from the hanger, the man had already climbed the stairs and approached her with a fierce face.

Sandara was frightened as her hands were gripped and forcibly pulled down the stairs. Sandara rebelled, but her strength had no ill effect on the man.

"Agh! I haven't changed clothes! I haven't had breakfast either!" his screams were trying to release the grip of the unknown man.

BRUCK!!

"Aw," he groaned as his body was pushed to the point that he fell down on his lawn with many creepy-faced men staring at him.

"Hem. You're lost in your imagination, Sandara. Focus weak. It looks like ... it will take a long time to make you what I want" said Mr. White relaxed who was sitting on the porch beside the Sandara house, enjoying a cup of coffee with brownies cake on her lap.

Sandara's breath was piqued. He tried to get up while enduring the pain in his scuffed knee due to falling on the ground.

"You will bring these supplies to the cottage house located 3 km from this place. You're going with the Golden Retriever. His name is Afro" said the man in black with a sly smile.

Sandara closed her eyes. He looked increasingly depressed, but could only remain silent. He looked at the faces of those who insulted him with a sly smile.

Sandara wore a "Band" model watch on her left wrist. Sandara silently looked at the watch made of rubber as her bracelet.

"Quick away. Don't think you can escape. We're watching you, Sandara, even if the watch is off you. That clock, just as a timepiece," said the big man with a sly smile.

Sandara pushed a cart with one wheel on the front which was commonly used by artisans to carry building materials such as sand.

However, those people filled it with a wide variety of vegetables, bread, fruit, some canned foods and packaged foods.

Sandara looks so troubled because the dirt road that he had to pass uneven and make food in the contents of the cart was almost spilled.

"If it falls, the food will be exchanged for yours. You'll eat with the soil and all kinds of dirt stuck in there. You understand, Weak?!" the man in black shouted in the distance and Sandara could only hold back her tears in pressure.

Sandara followed the furry animal in front of her who was walking leisurely while sticking out her tongue.

Sandara looks so bad to hold the weight of the wagon where the power is not worth the load.

"Hiks, mama ... papa ..," cried Sandara as she continued to step by pushing the wagon down the dirt road to the place directed by anj*ng tracker in front of her.

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