The Shackles of the Lord's Love

Chapter 20 ~ Not Angels

Ayla wriggled, her two eyebrows furrowed stating there was still pain. Until a small sigh managed to divert the attention of Alya who was sitting at the side of his bed.

"Ayla, are you conscious?" he smiled while smiling happily.

Slowly the two brown eyeballs opened, emitting a faint radiance just like the current condition of his body. "I where?" it was barely audible.

"You're in the guest room."

A sentence just slid from the mouth of the friend, unknowingly the word without burden made Ayla round her two beautiful eyes.

"What did you say?" ask her with a look of disbelief. He scanned the entire corner of the room with the luxurious interior while shuddering. Let alone that ruthless master's plan by placing him in a room like this?

If only to torture then it is better to return to that crowded warehouse.

"Now we're in the guest room next door to Miss Audi's room." Once again the sentence that came out of Alya's mouth made Ayla turn back. His ears did not catch him wrong.

"But why are we here?" asked the girl, still in a limp voice.

"Come, Ayla. Mr. Marvel brought you here. I don't know why either."

Ayla took a rough breath. For whatever reason, he will no longer be treated harshly. As long as the man keeps it, as long as he fights. She was not an angel girl who would accept being treated like that.

"I'll be out for a minute, get you some food. You haven't eaten since morning, have you?" said Alya who had gone to stand from the side of the bed.

Ayla nodded faintly, she does need food now. He needed strength to recover this weak body.

Then there was the sound of the door closing. Alya had come out leaving Ayla with her two empty netra, as if laughing far away about what would happen in her future life.

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"Where?" ask Marvel coolly after getting into a luxury penthouse in typical European classic style.

"There's in the cellar, sir." Kendrick leads the way, leading Marvel to the traitorous cell.

Yes, although from outside the penthouse looks safe and quiet, who knows behind the splendor there is a dungeon that has claimed many lives.

With wide strides both of them walked down a dark tunnel, to the place where two traitors who made Marvel had to lose billions of dollars were held captive.

Although they managed to get caught while going to smuggle weapons to be sent to customers, but it still caused delays in delivery so Marvel had to lose money as an apology.

Throughout the tunnel was heard screaming, scolding, mockery, until a plea of mercy that made ordinary people who heard it will creep and tight at that time.

"Take them into the interrogation room" Marvel said as he grinned at the corner of his right lip. A psycho grin that will surely make the two people end up moving to another world.

Kendrick who heard it immediately nodded obediently. "Well, sir," he answered and turned toward the cell where the two traitors were. While Marvel himself headed for the torture chamber he called the interrogation room.

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Brucks.

"Punish me, sir. I was just tempted by their offer. I was in need of money for my family and they gave me great rewards, "please one of the men with a clear face of fear. While the other seemed calm despite their appearance was equally disheveled with blood flowing in various parts of the body.

Marvel smiled cynically, for whatever reason he never tolerated the betrayal of even the closest people. "Who told you to?" ask Marvel to start interrogating.

The man got up from his seat of greatness and walked slowly at the two men. But unexpectedly Marvel just passed them by. Making the man who had been holding his breath could exhale him with relief.

But it was only a moment of relief, because after that the more frightened face emanated more and more clearly from his round face when he heard the friction of charcoal with an object.

"Sa-I'll say it, sir. But to-please forgive me. I promise to be faithful and devote my whole life to you. I beg you." The man's tears were shed, making the fellow next to him cluck.

"Say!" tell Marvel to blow away the iron he's been heating. Iron that looks bright red, can be sure will be very painful when united with the skin.

"Sa-me."

"Hurry up!"

"He ... Argh, gentlemen my throat. Argh." - arghhh." Within seconds the man collapsed, from within his mouth was flowing fresh blood. The poison had gnawed away his life without the man noticing.

"Damn," said Marvel wrathfully.

Kendrick immediately kicked the man but late, he had committed suicide by biting his own tongue. Truly loyal to the master.

Prangs.

Marvel threw away the iron in his hand just like that. "Mistake them! Looks like my beloved animals haven't been given good food for a long time."

"Good, Sir."

In a different place, a man with a large body was sucking a cigar. In the dark room the two sharp eyes glared far away.

"Master, both of them are dead," reported a subordinate while bowing respectfully.

"Good, make sure there's not the slightest evidence left!"

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"Ayla, is the food really good?" alya asked while watching how to eat Ayla who seemed greedy.

With a mouth full Ayla nodded. He was starving, from last night his stomach had not filled anything. The girl did not even look up in the slightest, her face still faithfully lowered while putting food into her mouth. Until he did not realize that Alya's position had been replaced by the husband who was now staring at him intensely.

"Sister, how do you know my favorite food is omelette?" ayla asked, looking up a little.

"Huk, uhuk, uhuk." Ayla choked, the food in her mouth soared on the now hardened man's face with a deadly look.

"Sir-lord."

"Open your mouth!"

"What?"

"Lick all this dirty food off my face!"

"No, I don't want to."

"You dare to argue with me?"

"If you dare why?" reply Ayla indifferently. His hands turned on a sheet of tissue located on the bedside nightstand.

"I said clean it with a lick, not with a tissue!"

"Who said I'd clean your face? I want to clean the bed sheet by patting her."

"You" Marvel infuriated with rage. In the next second he clutched his wife's chin.

"Sa-kit, sir."

"How could you still know the pain? I thought you were numb to my torture" Marvel said with a creepy left grin.

While Ayla was glazed, she really did not want to look weak. But the tears came out by themselves due to the pain he felt.

"Damn it, those brown eyeballs always remind me of Lala," Marvel's inner self as she gazed into Ayla's two eyes staring hatefully at her.

Unknowingly his hand turned to the girl's neck and strangled her tightly.

"Ugh." Ayla was out of breath, her unhealed strength made it even harder against this man.

"Indeed I'd rather die," Ayla's resigned mind, the girl closed her eyes. And losing the object he's been looking at makes Marvel's sense again.

"Huk, uhuk, uhuk." Ayla scooped up the air in a hurry, her lungs were really tight.

"Once again you dare to resist then your little life will be floated." The threat that succeeded made Ayla cast a gaze of hatred that increasingly became.

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Tbc.

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