Now Via could not do anything other than tear up a lot. She strained her eyes to circulate around the room, and all she could see was pure blackness. Very total. Na kahit ang kulay labanos niyang mga kamay ay hindi naaaninag. When she forced herself out of the bed, looking for a way to escape, she fell to the floor with a loud bang. Ngayon niya napagtanto na sa gilid pala siya ng kama nahagis no'ng lalaki kanina.
"Anyone. . . I-Is anyone out there?" She tried to call for someone, but the silence was complete. There was nothing else that could be audible apart from her own breathing. That was why she was shrewd enough to know that, wherever she was, crying out for help would be futile. Still, she never ceased in pleading to free her. "Pakiusap. M-Maawa kayo. Palabasin ninyo na ako dito!" Her voice echoed throughout the room. And, again, she got nothing—not even a single response. She wanted to get up, but her frail frame impeded her. She felt anguish with every movement she made.
"Diyos ko. . . Ano'ng gagawin ng mga taong ito sa amin? Tulungan niyo kami. . ."
She prayed. Her breath began to hitch while her lips and the rest of her body kept trembling. Ramdam niya ang luhang tumutulo mula sa gilid ng mga mata niya ay kumakalat na sa sahig. Nababasa niyon ang buhok niya maski ang ibang parte nang balat niya. Nagdulot iyon ng lalong panunuot ng lamig na bumabalot sa buong katawan niya. She never thought that anyone would have the temerity to do this to her, knowing how dangerous her father was.
It was Lev Petrov, the most prominent resident in their town. That had always meant this woman was invulnerable to aggravation of any kind, even when she caused impetuous trouble for herself. Her father's timely intervention automatically negates those problems. Yet the people who abducted them appear to have no care and are not terrified of her dad.
"Daddy. . ." she mumbled, wishing for him to come to his rescue as soon as possible. Because she knew, to a certain degree, she was in grave danger. And this was why she was frightened—not only for herself but also for Roan—for something that would happen to them before her father could track them down.
Via could now feel the horror stirring within her once more. She heard her heart hammering loudly in her ears like a drum beating in the room. For all her exploits, she had never found herself in such a dangerous predicament as this. And no matter how often she took a breath, endeavoring to swallow down the scream she perceived building inside her throat, it was hard because the panic lingered beneath the surface. Not until she did not realize she had been losing consciousness and everything went dark.
Someone opened the door and placed something on the floor that had been pushed into the room, causing the girl to wake up. She sat down, trying to figure out who it was, but the door instantly shut. She even heard it being locked again, along with the footsteps walking away. She wanted to come close to the door and beg for it to open. But eventually, she opted to stay still because she was sure nobody would listen to her.
Tears began to stream down her face for a second moment as she roamed her gaze through this pitch-black space. Ni hindi niya alam kung ano'ng oras na o kung umaga na ba o gabi pa. She moved, inching her hands to the floor, and tucked herself in a corner. Fear seized her even more. She had no clue what precisely they needed from her. She wished that her father would come quickly to save her from the hands of these people.
Iniisip niya palang na maabutang hindi na siya humihinga nang kaniyang ama ay sobrang nanginginig na siya. Kung ano-anong senaryong nakakakilabot na rin ang pumapasok sa isipan niya. Hanggang sa mawalan muli siya nang malay. And that became her routine for three days straight: sobbing, sleeping, and worrying over something she could not change. Every day, when the door would open, something would be placed on the floor and pushed into the room—three times a day—but she did not mind any of it. Mas gusto niyang manatili sa kinaroroonan niya.
On another day, the door opened again, and someone entered the room. Via could hear the footsteps trekking close to her. Nevertheless, she did not pay attention and kept her eyes shut while lying down in the corner of this room. Ngunit gano'n na lamang ang gulat nito, nang bigla siyang buhusan ng malamig na tubig sa kaniyang mukha.
"Get up!"
It was Alex. He held her arm and yanked her to her feet while she was frantically coughing one after another. He was going to drag her out. But when he noticed how vulnerable her body was, he stopped and turned his gaze to her even though the surroundings were dark.
"W-Where. . . are you. . . t-taking me?"
Alex did not answer. It looks like this woman had not touched all the bowls of food and glass of water they provided her daily. No wonder why some smell of rotting meals wafted out as he came inside the room earlier. Interesting! Someone wanted to die this too soon. He then continued to haul her out the door and push her off to the two ladies waiting for them to come outside. "Do all the instructions I gave you."
"No. Don't. Let me go!" Via exclaimed, struggling under the grasp of these two ladies in both of her wrists. "I said let me go!" Yet none of these people listened to her words. Her anger made her kick one of them in its belly and make it fall with its back on the floor. Pagkakataon na niyang makawala nang mas hinigpitan pa nang isang babae ang paghawak nito sa kaniya. She raised her other hand and was ready to slap this woman, but Alex immediately caught her hand.
"If I were you, I would learn how to act appropriately. Unless you want his bullet goes through your head." He was talking about Uno. It was merely a streamlined warning. Enough to make this young woman understand that her journey living in hell was beginning. "Go, and take her." Lingon niya sa dalawang babae. "If she dares to behave foolishly, do anything you can to make her obediently."
"Masusunod."
Pagkatapos ay muling hinawakan sa magkabilaang braso si Via at isinama nang dalawa. Alex let out a small sigh, thinking about how troublesome the girl they held captive was as he watched the ladies taking her along. Pagkatapos ay umalis na sa tapat ng kuwarto at nagtungo pababa nang hagdan.
The neon lights from the chandelier brightened the nightclub's atmosphere and gave Uno a warm feeling. No music was playing inside, yet the ambience was still sufficient to entertain him. He was on the L-shaped sectional leather couch in the corner of the space, wearing a grey long-sleeve crew neck sweater, dark blue slim-fit trousers, and black leather brogues on his feet. He sat serenely there with his legs crossed beneath the clear round table before him, holding a Bordeaux transparent glass half-filled with red wine in his right hand as his elbows propped on the table. That table was bare. Only a handgun and the Quinta de Ventozelo Vintage Port are on it. On the opposite side, you could see the wine cellar encased in redwood panelling. Uno raised his wrist, looking at the time on his watch. It was exactly half past midnight. He wondered what time his uncle would arrive after receiving a phone call earlier informing him that, this day, the old man intended to drop by his house. T
It all started with seeking justice. Uno would never have thought that the Foedus Corporation, well-known as an influential establishment in Agrianthropos City, where he joined to help him search for who murdered his sister, was only the one involved in her death—the founder of this group. He sat quietly in the driver's seat, observing the two men in black uniforms holding an M16A4 rifle gun, guarding the building owned by Lev Petrov in Makati; his car had parked in front of this. Four years passed before Uno came to this place again for a significant reason, related to the incident that happened to his sister six years ago. He wore a long golden wig on his head, a pink one-shouldered asymmetrical dress above his knees, and a three-inch nude stiletto to complete his OOTD. As he watched himself in the rearview mirror, he could not help but let out a deep sigh to see his face covered with a thick foundation, a light blush on both cheeks, and creamy lipstick on his lips. However, this w
"Hand me the keycard." "S-Si-n-ahh!" d***g nito ng barilin muli ni Uno sa hita. "The keycard." "Uno, may isang dambuhalang buwaya ang paparating sayo." Babala ni Greg. Pagkatapos ay tinuluyan niyang tapusin ang buhay ng lalaking nasa harap niya. At sa paglingon niya, nakita niya ang isang maskuladong tao na naglalakad papalapit sa kaniya. Ilang sandali pa ay nasa harap na niya ito. Ang hawak nitong baril ay ibinaba habang ang mga mata ay hindi inaalis sa kaniya. He immediately understood the meaning of this. The man wanted to challenge him to a manual fight—instead of taking advantage of the opportunity to inform Lev about their attack here. Kung inaakala ng isang ito ay matitinag siya dito dahil sa laki ng pangangatawan kumpara sa skinny body niya, ay nagkakamali ito. He did not hesitate to move close to this big man after he threw the gun he was holding on the floor. Agad siyang sinalubong nito nang malakas na suntok ngunit mabilis niyang inilagan. Naging sunod-sunod ang pag-ata
After a ten-hour and twenty-six-minute journey, Uno, among the guys, arrived in their home country at nine o'clock in the evening. A three-hatchback bulletproof Volvo XC 90 was waiting for them in the area, brought by his men. He took off his cap and tucked his gun into the back of his trousers again. His head turned to the woman he had abducted, who was tranquil in her seat and seemed to have lost herself in awareness. He stood up and stepped over to her. He hauled her by the arm to stand across from him, making her snap back to the present. The girl stared at him and did not know how she mustered up the courage to venture into a pair of his scrutinizing blue eyes. Finally, she caught a view of his face and found him surprisingly and strikingly magnificent, despite his cold and horrifying demeanour. It was far from what she had imagined him to be. "Move." "W-Where. . . A-Are you t-taking me?" "Shut the f*ck up and move!" His cold, deep tone held some overbearing power that swiftl
Uno did not respond and gave his men a look. They come out of the warehouse. Sa loob ng ilang segundo ay may limang lalaki na pumasok sa loob ng bodega; mga tauhan din ni Uno ang mga iyon. Each of them held a baseball bat and a brass knuckle on their fingers. They walked over to Roan and surrounded this man. "What is the meaning of this?" Roan inquired, but no one answered. Uno was still at ease as he sat on the chair and let his men handle Roan. Ang isa sa mga ito ay lumapit sa lalaki. Itinayo si Roan at tinanggal ang taling nakagapos sa mga kamay. Roan scrutinized the situation, and soon realized their intention when one of Uno's men threw a baseball bat in front of him. He gulped, intently looking at the people around him. Nakaramdam kaagad siya nang matinding kaba para sa sarili, dahil kailangan nitong lumaban ng mag-isa sa limang tao. Muli niyang sinulyapan ang nobyo. Para itong isang yelong nanigas sa kinatatayuan habang nakatingin din sa kaniyang kinaroroonan. He cast his att
"What the f*cking hell are you waiting for? Strip!" Via froze. Her eyes widened, looking straight at Roan. The guy was still writhing in pain as Uno clutched her boyfriend's hair behind his head. He had a swollen black eye with varying hues of purple and red all over its trunk that were virtually indistinguishable; blood kept leaking from his mouth, down his chin, and onto his partially ripped shirt sleeve. However, instead of having compassion for the man, she was more preoccupied with a few things swirling around her head. She just wondered. Roan had never raised his voice at her in all the years they had been together, especially to command her to disrobe in his presence, knowing they were with other people. How did her man suddenly turn into this when he knew she could not do it? The thought filled her with such loathing. Even though she wished this matter would be explained to her soon so she could pardon him, neither of them could bring themselves to speak. Thereby, she could n
The neon lights from the chandelier brightened the nightclub's atmosphere and gave Uno a warm feeling. No music was playing inside, yet the ambience was still sufficient to entertain him. He was on the L-shaped sectional leather couch in the corner of the space, wearing a grey long-sleeve crew neck sweater, dark blue slim-fit trousers, and black leather brogues on his feet. He sat serenely there with his legs crossed beneath the clear round table before him, holding a Bordeaux transparent glass half-filled with red wine in his right hand as his elbows propped on the table. That table was bare. Only a handgun and the Quinta de Ventozelo Vintage Port are on it. On the opposite side, you could see the wine cellar encased in redwood panelling. Uno raised his wrist, looking at the time on his watch. It was exactly half past midnight. He wondered what time his uncle would arrive after receiving a phone call earlier informing him that, this day, the old man intended to drop by his house. T
Now Via could not do anything other than tear up a lot. She strained her eyes to circulate around the room, and all she could see was pure blackness. Very total. Na kahit ang kulay labanos niyang mga kamay ay hindi naaaninag. When she forced herself out of the bed, looking for a way to escape, she fell to the floor with a loud bang. Ngayon niya napagtanto na sa gilid pala siya ng kama nahagis no'ng lalaki kanina. "Anyone. . . I-Is anyone out there?" She tried to call for someone, but the silence was complete. There was nothing else that could be audible apart from her own breathing. That was why she was shrewd enough to know that, wherever she was, crying out for help would be futile. Still, she never ceased in pleading to free her. "Pakiusap. M-Maawa kayo. Palabasin ninyo na ako dito!" Her voice echoed throughout the room. And, again, she got nothing—not even a single response. She wanted to get up, but her frail frame impeded her. She felt anguish with every movement she made. "Diy
"What the f*cking hell are you waiting for? Strip!" Via froze. Her eyes widened, looking straight at Roan. The guy was still writhing in pain as Uno clutched her boyfriend's hair behind his head. He had a swollen black eye with varying hues of purple and red all over its trunk that were virtually indistinguishable; blood kept leaking from his mouth, down his chin, and onto his partially ripped shirt sleeve. However, instead of having compassion for the man, she was more preoccupied with a few things swirling around her head. She just wondered. Roan had never raised his voice at her in all the years they had been together, especially to command her to disrobe in his presence, knowing they were with other people. How did her man suddenly turn into this when he knew she could not do it? The thought filled her with such loathing. Even though she wished this matter would be explained to her soon so she could pardon him, neither of them could bring themselves to speak. Thereby, she could n
Uno did not respond and gave his men a look. They come out of the warehouse. Sa loob ng ilang segundo ay may limang lalaki na pumasok sa loob ng bodega; mga tauhan din ni Uno ang mga iyon. Each of them held a baseball bat and a brass knuckle on their fingers. They walked over to Roan and surrounded this man. "What is the meaning of this?" Roan inquired, but no one answered. Uno was still at ease as he sat on the chair and let his men handle Roan. Ang isa sa mga ito ay lumapit sa lalaki. Itinayo si Roan at tinanggal ang taling nakagapos sa mga kamay. Roan scrutinized the situation, and soon realized their intention when one of Uno's men threw a baseball bat in front of him. He gulped, intently looking at the people around him. Nakaramdam kaagad siya nang matinding kaba para sa sarili, dahil kailangan nitong lumaban ng mag-isa sa limang tao. Muli niyang sinulyapan ang nobyo. Para itong isang yelong nanigas sa kinatatayuan habang nakatingin din sa kaniyang kinaroroonan. He cast his att
After a ten-hour and twenty-six-minute journey, Uno, among the guys, arrived in their home country at nine o'clock in the evening. A three-hatchback bulletproof Volvo XC 90 was waiting for them in the area, brought by his men. He took off his cap and tucked his gun into the back of his trousers again. His head turned to the woman he had abducted, who was tranquil in her seat and seemed to have lost herself in awareness. He stood up and stepped over to her. He hauled her by the arm to stand across from him, making her snap back to the present. The girl stared at him and did not know how she mustered up the courage to venture into a pair of his scrutinizing blue eyes. Finally, she caught a view of his face and found him surprisingly and strikingly magnificent, despite his cold and horrifying demeanour. It was far from what she had imagined him to be. "Move." "W-Where. . . A-Are you t-taking me?" "Shut the f*ck up and move!" His cold, deep tone held some overbearing power that swiftl
"Hand me the keycard." "S-Si-n-ahh!" d***g nito ng barilin muli ni Uno sa hita. "The keycard." "Uno, may isang dambuhalang buwaya ang paparating sayo." Babala ni Greg. Pagkatapos ay tinuluyan niyang tapusin ang buhay ng lalaking nasa harap niya. At sa paglingon niya, nakita niya ang isang maskuladong tao na naglalakad papalapit sa kaniya. Ilang sandali pa ay nasa harap na niya ito. Ang hawak nitong baril ay ibinaba habang ang mga mata ay hindi inaalis sa kaniya. He immediately understood the meaning of this. The man wanted to challenge him to a manual fight—instead of taking advantage of the opportunity to inform Lev about their attack here. Kung inaakala ng isang ito ay matitinag siya dito dahil sa laki ng pangangatawan kumpara sa skinny body niya, ay nagkakamali ito. He did not hesitate to move close to this big man after he threw the gun he was holding on the floor. Agad siyang sinalubong nito nang malakas na suntok ngunit mabilis niyang inilagan. Naging sunod-sunod ang pag-ata
It all started with seeking justice. Uno would never have thought that the Foedus Corporation, well-known as an influential establishment in Agrianthropos City, where he joined to help him search for who murdered his sister, was only the one involved in her death—the founder of this group. He sat quietly in the driver's seat, observing the two men in black uniforms holding an M16A4 rifle gun, guarding the building owned by Lev Petrov in Makati; his car had parked in front of this. Four years passed before Uno came to this place again for a significant reason, related to the incident that happened to his sister six years ago. He wore a long golden wig on his head, a pink one-shouldered asymmetrical dress above his knees, and a three-inch nude stiletto to complete his OOTD. As he watched himself in the rearview mirror, he could not help but let out a deep sigh to see his face covered with a thick foundation, a light blush on both cheeks, and creamy lipstick on his lips. However, this w