142 Devils Hour 1 (2/2)
While the man spectating outside reacted like that, the women within the hut quietened down, dumbfounded to hear a voice not belonging to any of them. None of them reacted until the unseen being's voice gently made way into their ears again, sending shivers up their spines.
”...I'm giving you all a chance,” it suddenly said, slowly. Each word stressed, which within everyone's imagination had turned into something similar to a devil's whisper; demonic, yet too tempting to ignore. ”The pigs and demons who violated and dirtied your bodies are now before your eyes, weaker, and more vulnerable than the weakest of you.”
The voice halted for a second before repeating the first two words that it uttered to them. ”Kill them...”
”They are people that regularly kidnapped and sold beautiful and youthful women like you to the syndicate... who have no qualms destroying others' lives and future...”
”Kill them...”
”Remember. When some of you fought back before, they did not hesitate to point their guns at those poor souls, forever depriving them of their lives which did not even come from them. More than anyone in this world, they are the ones who do anything in the name of pleasure and money, even if it means pushing innocent and weak people to death and hell... Including all of you...”
”Kill them...”
”I have already freed everyone from all your chains and cuffs... But to completely get away from this hut which has only served as your hellhole for more than a week, you'll have to grab anything sharp and deadly....anything that will be able to put an end both to your nightmares and captivity...”
”Anything that will help you kill them...”
From the outside, Gio beheld as the tear-stained faces of the women inside changed into that of amazement as they found their arms and feet freed from anything restricting them. And with the mass hypnosis taking effect, it did not take long for the joy in their faces to turn into madness which later on became a crazed thirst for revenge and freedom...
”Sir,” from his right earpiece, George's voice suddenly rang. ”Reporting. Our men have already confirmed. My apologies, but the girl from that hall was indeed Miss Sofony's acquaintance...”
Gio did not immediately respond, still watching as horror enveloped the expression of the awake, but unmoving men on the floor. It was when one of the girls brainwashed by the devil's urging voice began to laugh crazily, trembling as she picked up the low table nearby and held it up while slowly creeping towards the nearest mafia man.
He seemed to hear that injured, incapacitated man madly shouting for that crazy girl to go away, his agitated voice cracking due to that heavy piece of furniture which loomed above him.
”Sir. Old Gil repeatedly checked,” the assistant could not help but add after being made anxious by Gio's quietness. It was when the Albarez' heir was watching the fast and impactful descent of the table, specifically its main body, on the face of that goon. Each time that he blinked, he could see that wooden furniture rising in the air, turning bloodier and bloodier.
George's voice made way into his ear again, ”Sir, without a mistake, she was really the only person inside that room last Wednesday... from beginning to the end... From when you ordered Old Gil to monitor the call until our people finished the operation... that girl was the only one there.”
Disturbed not by the gory sight from the distance which continued to escalate and ensue, but by George's statement, Gio finally looked away from the carnage that Sofony had started. Recalling the odd bits of information about the news report earlier which did not match his memories, he knitted his brows and replied, ”So you're saying that time, the one I spoke with is really that Clea Luizon?”
From the other line, his assistant went silent for a while, most likely triple-checking his resources again as to not give false information. Five or so seconds after, with no hesitation in his voice, George answered,
”Young master, according to the records... It is really the case. That woman is really Ms. Luizon, one of the contestants who signed up for the piano competition. We triple-checked. But that coordinates you have forwarded to Old Gil... it is the room the organizers assigned to that girl.”
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