TUMBAL SEVENTH

Sequestered

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I shouted, banged on the door, asking to be released, but there was no response from outside this warehouse.

I really feel stuffy and stuffy in a dusty shed, and cobwebs and lots of cockroaches and rats.

A 5-watt yellowish light bulb hangs directly over your head and flashes like it has been soaked. Almost in all the rooms I've been through, the lights are like this. A small yellowish bulb. Ladle lamp. So that it creates a scary impression on this house.

After getting tired of screaming and no one cared, I looked for something for the bed. Finally it looks like a dull white color. Although dirty is not why there is an important base for sleep so as not to come into contact with the floor made of cement. Not strong cold.

Sticky eyes, unusually sleepy, but brought lying down can not-can brim. Lots of rat noises, as well as other strange noises. Like there were moans, screams, moans, and much more from the direction of the basement earlier. I sat back and leaned against the side of the wall and hugged my knees. Cold plus creeps are not a bitch.

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I was surprised. I don't know when I fell asleep in a sitting position with my head resting on my knees. Observe to all corners of the warehouse. Looking up, the light seems to have been extinguished. Is it morning, dong?

God, how am I supposed to get out of this barn? There was no other way out, other than the door that was currently closed and locked from the outside by the owner of this house.

Get up from sitting, again checking around looking for a way out. There is no other way out but the door. There are only small winds.

I racked my brain to find a way to get out of this place. Thrusting your fingers when an idea comes up. I also began to carry out my plan.

After shouting until my voice was almost finished, the owner of the house finally came too.

“What's up?” jolt someone who just opened the barn door. He uses a face cover so that only the eyes are visible.  From her voice she is a woman.

“Sa-i pee,” I replied.

The woman in front of me instantly pulled my hand like last night, and directly pushed my body into a bathroom. Unfortunately in this bathroom there is also no gap for the escape route.

“Not yet?” shouted the woman outside, banging on the bathroom door.

“Buruan!” it snapped from the outside still while banging on the door.

After I finished shitting, I was dragged back and put in the warehouse. Along the way to the warehouse, I kept asking where my sister was hidden. However, the woman who dragged me did not answer. He just kept quiet and dragged me along and pushed this body roughly into the shed. Until I fell to the floor.

“I'm hungry!” I screamed, just before the door was completely shut. However, the woman did not make a sound and kept the door closed and left.

I sat on the spot last night, hugging my knees, leaning against the side of the wall made of molten brick. Dropped. Dismissed my hopes of getting out of this house.

Not long after that the door of this warehouse was reopened, and without saying the woman put a plate of food and a glass of drinking water on the floor. After that her old cell phone rang, and the woman immediately rushed away in a hasty step until she forgot to close the door of her warehouse.

I slowly got up from my seat, and followed the woman of the house with cautious steps. I stroked his chest in relief when I found the woman leaving his house. Not sure where?

I also started looking for a way out. Unfortunately, none of the windows can be opened, and the door is also locked.

I also took the initiative to find Tania in this house. Not even in action stomach feels the pain of rumbling. Hungrier. I went back to the barn to get the food that was lying on the floor. It would be foolish to have been trampled by a rat or something. Brush alone can not stand the pain in the stomach.

But what if it turns out that this food has poison?

Fuck the poison!

One mouthful of rice landed in the mouth. The taste of this dish is not foreign. Again, I feed the rice along with the side dishes and vegetables into the mouth. Bener, it's like the cooking ....

“Aaak!”

I almost choked on being surprised by the sound of screams from the direction of the basement. I poured another spoonful of rice into my mouth. I put the plate on the floor, sipped a drink, and went to make sure that the basement was what?

When I reached the basement, my sense of smell was immediately treated to the smell of rancid and foul. So that the food that had landed in the stomach seemed to want to come back out. Nausea.

What a rancid and rotten scent, huh?