Honor Behind the Stain
Sequestered

"Take me off! What do you want me to do? Please don't kidnap me! You can take anything from me. Hp, money, jewelry, or anything from me. But don't hurt me! Help me!" Khanza rebelled while half pleading.

Khanza's noisy voice made the men appear emotional. Their eyes looked extremely sharp full of threats.

The driver seemed to be concentrating. No comment.

"Shut up!" snapped the snake-tattooed man with murderous eyes.

"No! I don't want to go with you guys. I'm gonna go. Unhand me!"

Hearing Khanza continue to rebel and noisy, the tattooed man then silenced Khanza's mouth with his big hand.

"I'll make you die not breathing if you keep rebelling! Quiet down!" hardik the man is sadistic. 

Khanza was beginning to fear the men's threat. Imagining how terrifying his future was, I don't know what would happen after this.

***

In that dull chair, Khanza was already in a state of two hands held together and tied back, his body sitting on a chair with both legs also put together and tied. 

His wrists hurt so much, his ankles hurt too. The ties in the hands and feet are too strong. It turns out that in the world of fact, when held hostage is not as beautiful as in soap operas that when tied hands and feet do not leave any marks because the bond is loose, but in real life, it is, Khanza felt tremendous pain with that strong bond.

His mouth was tied with a cloth after it was covered in black duct tape.

Mucus!  After this could it be that Khanza would be slaughtered?  Then his organs were sold as offered on that dark site?  Or could it be that he would instead be sold to a striped-nose man?  

Oh my God, how's Khanza's fate now?  Plis, help Khanza.

The kreeek!

Door opens.  His voice creaked heart-painful, like an old house in horror movies.  Khanza cried, his tears fell.  Her crying voice could not come out because her mouth was tightly closed.  He was actually very curious to know who had entered, but his position sitting on his back to the door made him unable to see to the source of the sound.

I heard footsteps getting closer.

Khanza's heart was getting stifled.  His body tiptoed as his shoulders were touched.  Then another hand held a rope that tied to his chest.

Khanza jerked his feet and moved his body as much as he could, though he obviously could do nothing but stay in place.

“Shut!  It's me!” whispered the man who squatted in front of Khanza.  Then he opened the face cover by lowering it down to the chin.  Emperors.

Khanza's eyes widened.  Finally the rescuers came.  So relieved.

The emperor again covered half of his face with a covering cloth.  Then he quickly untied the cloth in Khanza's mouth, then removed the duct tape with a single pull.

“Awh!”  Khanza screaming small.  “Can I take off slowly?  Pain!” Khanza's eyes widened ruthlessly.

“I'm in a hurry.  Don't noise!  Or do you want us to be caught?”  The emperor stared threat-filled.  He was following the car Khanza was riding with great care so that the car was not out of reach of his eyes, also so that he was not found being spinning.

Khanza did not care what the Emperor said.  He was enjoying the pain around his mouth due to the Emperor's pull of the hand so hard when removing the duct tape.

“Hey, don't hold it!” khanza whispered when he felt the back of the Emperor's hand that was untied in Khanza's body nudge his chest.

The Emperor took a heavy breath hearing the Khanza protest.  He also did not intend that, all happened just because unintentionally.  

As long as the Emperor took off the rope on his body, Khanza held his breath.  Following the bond in the hand that was removed.  Last ties in the legs.

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