Trapped Game of Galak Lord
TPTG CHAPTER 109.
After Aksa, Rai and Baron finished breakfast, the three bid farewell to their respective wives and hurried to leave the house. So also with Tobi who has been saying goodbye to his mute wife named Sarah.
They all split into two cars. Aksa, Rai and Andi get into the same car while Baron, Tobi and Dori get into the other car. The two cars left the gate.
On the way, Aksa gets a mysterious message from an unknown number. A symbol of Onix's greatness is clearly displayed there.
After reading the message, inevitably Aksa was forced to ask Rai to marginalize the car he was driving, then told Rai and Andi to move to the Baron car that came to a stop behind.
As per the request of the sender of the mysterious message, only Aksa was allowed to come. If you dare to bring an army, it means Dara will only stay a name. They also sent a recent photo of Dara in a state of unconsciousness with a chain that binds her hands and feet.
When he saw the photo, Aksa's blood immediately boiled until the crown. They shouldn't have hurt that innocent girl to that extent.
As if awakening a starving tiger, Aksa's eyes suddenly turned red with tightly clenched hands. The veins in his hand protruded until they creaked right on his arm.
"No one's following me!" aksa is full of emphasis.
After moving to the steering wheel, the car darted away like a breeze***** pickaxe. The car disappeared from everyone's sight.
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"Who are y'all? Please let me go!" lirih Dara shortly after awakening from her stupor. His hands felt sore, as well as his legs that suddenly could not be moved.
As Dara tried to pull out a hand, there was the sound of chains creaking. It was painful due to the friction of iron coiling on his wrist. Blotches of raised redness contain blood coming out of the pores.
"Whoever you are, please let me go! What's my fault with all of you?" hiss Dara with a blurred look. Clear fluid pooled in her eyelids.
I don't know what sin he has committed that the cruel man could have tortured him like an animal. Where are their eyes? Can't they be a little compassionate to a helpless woman like her?
"Shut up, don't talk much!" hardik was a tall man, his eyes were scary, Dara did not dare to look at him.
"Why should you be silent? What do you want from me? If you want my death, why don't you just kill me? Why torture me?" read Dara with a series of questions that make the criminals inflamed.
"Plaque!"
"Well, yeah..."
A whip landed on Dara's arm. She screamed in extreme pain, her tears falling without being held back.
Not only once, they did it repeatedly until Dara's voice was no longer heard in the ear. The world was suddenly dark, the earth seemed to collapse upon his frail body that was already helpless.
"Ma.." muttered Dara shortly after her almond eyes closed. Maybe it's time for Dara to come back, no one can help her in spite of this suffering.
It felt as if Dara's entire body had been crushed to pieces, her bones had fallen out and separated from the joints. Even to open his eyes he could not.
After an hour, Aksa's car arrived in front of an abandoned old building. Soon Aksa went down empty-handed at the request of the enemy.
Upon entering the spooky place, the cobwebs make Aksa's view disturbed. With great difficulty he put it away as he continued to step towards the back.
Aksa's footsteps were accompanied by the creaks of weathered wood that was stepped on by him.
Without Aksa knowing, Aryan suddenly came out of the trunk of the car. It turns out that since Aksa had breakfast, he had slipped into the trunk first.
Aryan could not stay silent, this time he had to save Dara to make amends. He wasn't even afraid of dying as long as Dara could return home.
Before entering, Aryan opened the front door of the car and took Aksa's revolver stored in the dashboard drawer. Don't forget he took a spare bullet just in case.
No matter where the courage comes from, obviously Aryan just wants to ensure Dara's safety. What if his wife is pregnant? He did not want them both to be harmed, they were entitled to live even though Aryan himself had to sacrifice his life.
After tucking the revolver in the waist of his pants, Aryan rushed into the old building.
"Haha... Good, look at dong. It's just the name of the young boss of the Alliance, brave and not afraid of death." the laughter of a big tall man broke upon catching the arrival of Aksa. The man who had whipped Dara was helpless.
"I'm here, then let him go!" aksa said lightly, then bent his legs on a wooden chair and crossed them without the slightest trepidation.
"Why rush boss? We're not satisfied playing around with him yet" the man exclaimed.
"Just play with him, now it's better to play with me. I want to see to what extent all of you are capable of," Aksa smiled widely as if all he was facing was a bunch of sissies.
"Don't be arrogant, you don't know what we can do with this woman!" upset the other guy.
"Free to hurt a woman, it does not reflect the attitude of a real man, it is better to face me. Why torture such a weak woman? Soon also die," Aksa said casually as if Dara's life was worthless in his eyes.
"A lot of bacots," a man ran and floated his legs to Aksa's face.
"Bug!"
"Well.ah..."
The man's shrill scream damaged the eardrum as Aksa caught his leg and twisted it backwards. The sound of broken bones is clearly heard in the ears.
"Why? It hurt?" Aksa smiled mockingly and increasingly pressed down firmly on the man's legs.
"Take him off, or I'll shoot you in the head!" the other man pointed his gun at Aksa.
"Yes, just shoot! Why use a bargaining show all?" challenge Aksa without fear.
"It's so arrogant of you," the man snapped.
"Dor..."
Not yet had the man pulled the trigger, he was already knocked down first drenched in blood when a bullet lodged in his chest.
Aksa was aghast and turned his neck back, but found no one there.
"Well.ah..."
Again Aksa turned his neck backwards. Who did that? Didn't he forbid the others to come?
As Aksa was riveted in confusion, a revolver tip suddenly stuck to his forehead. Spontaneously Aksa raised both hands and twisted the neck slowly.
"It looks like you can't wait to end up. All right, I'll give you."
"Bug!"
When the man pulled the trigger, Aksa's fist landed on his nose. Fresh blood flowed until it stuck to the back of Aksa's hand.
"Dor..."
The man shot Aksa in the chest, lucky Aksa quickly dodged and hid behind the old chair.
"Dor Dor Dor..."
A continuous shooting rained two criminals towards the seat where Aksa hid himself, unfortunately one of them accidentally hit Aksa's arm. Aksa was flabbergasted and pressed his arm firmly.
It's okay, it's just a small wound. It was nothing more than a bite of a naughty ant.
Aryan who saw that finally came out from hiding. He couldn't stay still when his brother got hurt.
"Sir Aksa.." sizzled Aryan. He threw the revolver he held at Aksa's feet. At least Aksa can fight if there is a weapon in his hand.
Sontak Aksa gawked, so the shot was his sister. It was foolish of him to be unaware of Aryan's arrival. But where did that snot guy come from?
When Aksa was late in his short daydream, the criminal fired back at the seatback.
"Dor Dor Dor..."
Instantly Aksa flinched and rolled to a safer place. Aksa deliberately stayed away to distract the criminal.
Sure enough, they followed Aksa forward so that no one would guard Dara.
"Dor Dor's..."
"Dor Dor's..."
Shooting can't be avoided. Aksa tried hard to defend himself even though his arm started to numb.
At that moment Aryan ran to save Dara.
By all means and efforts he tried to untie the coiled chains on his wife's hands and feet. Her tears unstoppably watched Dara's helplessness. Even almost all of his skin left a lash mark that had turned blue.
"I'm sorry, sorry." - Aryan was full of regrets. It was truly incomparable how much pain Dara felt at this moment. Although his eyes were open but he did not have the strength to speak.
Aryan plaques looking for anything he could use to open the iron chains that hurt his wife. Eventually he found an axe and quickly picked it up.
It was with this that he destroyed the iron padlock attached to the chain of the ship.
"Dear, speak! It's me" Aryan said shortly after the chain slipped from his wife's hands and feet. He patted Dara on the cheek and held her tightly.
"Aryan.." muttered Dara in a barely audible voice.
"Dear, it's Aryan. You must be strong, don't leave me. I wouldn't be able to live without you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry to leave you alone. Sorry.." regretted Aryan sobbed and tightened his embrace.
Not long after, there were footsteps approaching towards them.
"Fuckin' kids, fuckin' you guys!"
"Dor Dor's..."
"Well, yeah..."
Aryan's screams broke out all over the old building. Two bullets that had been for the two of them, it turned out to be lodged in Aryan's chest, he managed to block it until Dara was saved.
"Aryan.." cried Dara as her husband's body fell on the floor.
"Dor.." The shooter was knocked over when Aksa's bullet penetrated his head.
"Aryan's... What are you doing?" dara's cry broke out seeing two gunshots in her husband's chest.
"Ja-Don't cry, I-I beg you!" Aryan's tears fell screeching, with trembling hands she cupped Dara's cheeks and stroked her gently. "Ma-Sorry a-above all the mistakes I've made. I-I love you..."
After finishing his words with great effort, Aryan finally closed his eyes. Dara's roar blared through the seventh heaven.
"Aryan's..."
"No Aryan..."
"Don't go, don't leave me!"
Aksa who saw it could not help but hold back, her tears streaming down watching her sister's body that was already helpless in Dara's lap.
What Aryan-?
No way, what should he tell his family?