The Musafir

Terrified

“Ah!” The sighed mantis was restrained when the tip of the sword managed to make a long tear on his back. The mantle biting his lips withstood pain and anger, but indeed he could not repay the actions of the one who had attacked him because all he could do now was to deflect and repel it, there is no more and no less.

The mantle drains large amounts of pranic energy into his back. He knew that the sword that had caused the long wound had been laced with poison. Hopefully, hopefully. Mantingan continued to remember the scriptures of the Unnamed Woman to the exclusion of the pain she had suffered.

***

“You want to send us a letter, while the real sender has come to us from this morning?”

AFTER shaking violently, I felt the gap narrowing until my body squashed in the middle. As far as possible, I try to move. But in vain, I really can't move an item at all!

I hold myself back from being afraid. Have I been framed in a very absurd way? How could the gap that split the two huge rock hills like this be narrowed in such a way in such a short way? What kind of swordsman managed to shift two huge hills without any difficulty at all, so it was as if he was pranking myself here?

I don't know what they're planning on me. I'm sure if they want to, then I can be killed immediately by pressing both sides of this gap until my body breaks like a rotten watermelon. But they didn't kill me. What do they really want?

“No you will know what I have done to you!” The loud voice again appeared, this time I could not move my head to just look for the origin of the sound. However, right now I have been completely pinched. “You know that it is easy for me to separate your life from your body. And you certainly know what my purpose is to do this.”

Uh! Now I know what that means. He wants to take the evidence from me.

“All your requests, whatever they may be, I will never obey!” I shouted back in the midst of the growing tension pressing on my body. “I've never been afraid of death!”

I have never been afraid of death, but I will desperately defend my life.

“Do you still maintain your stance, O you who impressed me with his courage?”

I replied to the remark from the unknown voice, “I will keep it until the end of life!”

“Hahaha!” I heard that voice laughing out loud. “Lantas what if you will never invite the end of life, but suffer the most painful torment for ever?”

I mentioned earlier that I was willing to die for my secret society, but what that intangible voice said was completely against my courage. I admit that eternal life may be pleasant, but what if eternal life were only to feel torment?

I certainly didn't believe that word. However, my squeezing into this gap for no apparent reason seemed to be proof of how much worse he could have done to me. I kept holding myself back from being afraid.

“Prove if you can do that!”

***

MANTINGAN again received an attack on his body, although it was not really too desperate to be able to endanger his life directly. His right shoulder was grabbed by the end of a green-lipped mule reflected by the glow of a bonfire, signifying how lewd it had been laced with thick poison! However, the poison used by the warriors of the underground martial world was far more deadly than the poison used in the world of black martial arts.

The mantel afraid of death. Kembangmas still not got it. Kenanga will continue to wait in her confinement, where the sky almost never experiences the night, until it dies inedible to age, or dies inedible to her own despair! The mantan did not want to die, he still did not keep his promise!

His only hope was to continue reading the text of the Book of the Unnamed. Anyone who knew of the actions of this Mantingan, would definitely consider it already desperate so as to lose common sense!

***

I'M scared! Even if I say it with a loud voice and full of courage, but still I cannot lie to myself. I was scared, and indeed I admit that I am very scared right now!

I am not afraid of death, I am afraid of its torment which will last without ever knowing the end. I was afraid that I would experience tremendous torture without being able to die!

Slowly I felt these two walls that had been squeezing me further and further. I grimaced in pain. My head wants to break. My breath's wheezing. I guess I can't talk anymore!

“You can still change your mind. If you agree, I will loosen this gap a little so you can talk about all the secrets you keep about your group. And after you say it without lies, I will set you free.”

I decided to just shut up. In the underground network where I live, all members are prohibited from opening their mouths when the situation has really urged them without giving any hope to be able to get out of the overcrowding. So right now, all I have to do is keep quiet. Anyway, I'm having trouble talking.

“Well, you think of it as a rejection.” The voice came back. This time with a heavier tone. No doubt, my hair bristles. “I will give you torments you never thought before.”

I have known various kinds of torture that are usually applied to underground network warriors who insist on keeping their group secret until the end of life. I think all the torture was known to all the underground network warriors, because this problem had become a fundamental problem for them. And I'm sure that the kingdom has learned that the underground network knows what torment they will inflict.

But why does the voice without being say that I will receive torments that I never thought possible? What kind of torture is that?

I felt water falling on my head. Not just once or twice. Even the drops of water not only hit my head, but also the stone slit walls on both sides of my body. The water drops are getting bigger.

Is it raining, while the sun is shining brightly? Does this include the torture I'm about to receive?

I must have been curious, but I couldn't raise my head to see what was happening. Both sides of this gap had completely squeezed me. I can't move at all.

The drops of water turned into a very heavy water splash like a waterfall on the edge of a large river. My body is soaked. The water quickly filled this gap, continuing uphill to my feet.

I set my breathing in the midst of the increasingly heavy water. I am really very scared. Will my body be submerged in a state of being sandwiched between these two gigantic stone walls? If it can make me die instantly without feeling the terrible torture, then really I am fine. But what if in fact, I would suffer other terrible torments that I never and never would have imagined?