The Dangerous Mafia

DM 6: Escape

If humans could choose, they would want to be born with an environment of love and happiness. However, again - again destiny can not be changed if it has become the decree of the power. 

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The birds begin to sound at each other. Sun signs will work to shed light. A man smiled knot full of energy because his sleep tonight was comfortable and not disturbed at all. 

The dream that had always haunted him for the past ten years had already vanished. In fact, he is always troubled when going to sleep. But last night he slept well. All thanks to the presence of the sleeping girl beside him. 

His burly hands stretched out to look at the girl's face. The beautiful face approached to kiss the girl's forehead. He then got out of bed to the bathroom. The activity lasted for fifteen minutes. 

This time, the man came out with a towel. He went straight to the dressing room and picked up his change of clothes.

"I'll teach the traitor a lesson" he muttered while wearing a lightning-fast shirt. When he finished, the man came out of the room. But before that, he stopped to look at the girl from afar. 

"Little cat" he said softly and then out of the room. The man who was none other than Orlando walked down the stairs to get out of the house. He kept his feet behind the house into the forest. At instead of the gate by the bodyguards while bowing to greet him. 

The atmosphere that is still foggy and not yet visible light that illuminates the forest makes anyone think horror. For a moment, the man stopped staring at the still starry sky. 

"Before the sun appeared. I have to finish it," Orlando said with a devil grin. The foot was in front of the unkempt house. He went in and took a dagger and a horse-whip not far from the entrance. 

"Good morning, sir," said Mike, bowing respectfully.

Orlando was silent without expression. He kept walking towards a room. Without orders, Mike opened the door. He saw a man lying on the wall with his hands and feet in chains. 

"Wake him up, Mike."

Mike took the water and flushed the man until he woke up. Those eyes opened instantly thrashing - thrashing. 

"Tu, sir," he said with trembling lips. His body immediately stiffened violently because he saw the tools in Orlando's hands. 

Unstale, Orlando swung the whip at the man's body repeatedly. The cries and sounds of lashes became one echo throughout the room. Everyone seemed deaf to hear the roar of pain. Mike just shut up not wanting to see the terrible scene that was live at the moment. 

"Aaaaahgg.., sir. forgive me." Orlando threw the whip away violently. Don't forget, the cold expression that was visible from his face. 

"Traitor, deserving of death."

There was no other choice because the man had already made the wrong decision. Regretting is useless. He just wailed full of grief. Scratches of the former lash were printed clearly there. The red blood that seeped in his white shirt bore witness to Orlando's actions. 

The man walked over and stuck a knife in the man's right thigh. He just screamed loudly while asking to be killed*. However, Orlando only responded with a glaring smile. Not only that, the knife that had been stuck was rotated 360° repeatedly to make the victim faint due to pain. 

Mike just stared at the empty pus. Painful torture is more cruel than murder. 

"You hung him over the crocodile pond." Orlando's words cannot be disputed. Mike just nodded with the devil's orders. 

Orlando exited the room to the bathroom next to him. He had to bathe again to get rid of the blood-thinning smell lingering on his hands. Sometimes, he smiles because of the work that has been done. Crazy indeed, but it is an unparalleled pleasure. Torturing before killing. 

"Ughhh.., I miss the sweet smell of my little cat."

Meanwhile, Keysara woke up because of the sunshine that began to enter the room. He blinked his eyes slowly staring at the sky of the room. His eyes were perfectly rounded when he remembered the incident last night. The girl immediately looked up at herself in the mirror. 

The relief from his face was seen when his clothes were still intact. The girl looked here and there looking for Orlando. Feeling safe, he went straight to the bathroom. As fast as lightning he cleans himself. 

"Freshly, Keysara, you need to get out of this room" he said in high spirits.

Keysara tightened his bathrobe towards the balcony. Both hands are stretched out to breathe the morning air. His eyes were perfectly rounded when around the mansion there was only a forest. 

"What's wrong. I still have a thousand ways. Now, I have to find my phone and identity." Keysara saw another balcony not far from where he was standing. He jumped onto the balcony perfectly. The girl walked towards the window and shifted it from outside. After that enter without any obstruction. 

A room in European style with various features of painting collections in various countries. Added with jars - precious jars. On the right side is a photo shelf. I can tell it was a family photo. 

The girl's eyes were fixed at one point. His brown suitcase. He ran and opened the suitcase. Keysara breathed a sigh of relief as his identity file was still there. He picked up a white shirt, hat and jeans. As fast as lightning, he changed his clothes. 

After it was over, Keysara put his identity into his pocket. Don't forget to take a hoodie jacket and walk to the drawer. Opened all drawers but flat objects are in search of nil. His gaze fell into a purple-colored box on the table. Curious, he opened the box. 

"God is still on my side" Mumbled Keysara as he turned on his phone and contacted someone. 

"Hello, Key. I'm glad you called me. Why don't you pick up your phone."

"I can't talk much. Point is, I'm looking for a way to get out of here."

"Calm down, I'll pick you up. Dion told me. Hang on, Key."

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps of some people who were hunting. 

"Listen, Kel. I can't take long. Cell phone while I turn it off. You need to find me soon."

Keysara immediately closed his phone. She rolled her hair and covered her head with her hoodie jacket. The girl walked to the balcony. Many people seem to be increasing their alertness. 

"Let's see him!" scream someone. Keysara knew that the one who was shouting was Orlando. Into his brain to hide in a tree. Without a second thought, the girl immediately grabbed a strong twig to support her weight. 

"Damn," said Keysara upset. If only night would be better. In fact, it's morning. If you run away in the morning it will be easy to find. 

"Map*." That girl won't give up. The stubbornness and unyielding nature had become ingrained. 

"Mom, cover me." Keysara stared around while perching sweetly on top of the tree. Feeling safe, he went downstairs, saw the two guards he hit last night just waking up. The girl slipped into the bush. 

"It seems, we were tricked. What a row is this" said one of the guards. The other guard nodded.

"Why are you guys standing? Find Miss Keysara, she must still be around the mansion!" mike's screams echoed throughout the mansion. 

While Orlando was already beating some of his men until they were sprawled. His emotions peaked when Keysara was not in the mansion. The man even ravaged all the rooms. He became increasingly - so when he found out that the phone and the identity of the girl were missing