That statement makes my heart skip a beat, I have told myself the same thing before someone does. Getting in is one thing, but getting out from there is close to impossible. I don’t even know if that Carl is actually a good guy or a bad guy for me. Who knows if he is one of the kidnapper, though I have to admit I’m not terrified of him, I only felt sad and torn when I saw his picture.
No matter what now that I have come this far, I need to at least get the answer to my question. With that determination in my mind, I was flown to the base of SCAR. They covered my head with black cloth so I can’t see where I was taken to. But I can still heard and estimate the time of arrival, maybe around 20 hours or a day time, their base should be in Europe, but sadly I didn’t get the exact location yet. Hunger didn’t strike me but thirst did. No water nor break, well, not like I’m expected to be treated as a guest.
Soon after landing, they dragged me down by pulling my hands that were tied together. Thankfully I wore a pair of jeans so my thigh and legs are safe from the friction of the floor. They pulled me for quite a distance, until they throw me on a hole or something? It’s pretty tight but solid hard, they are so heartless, all my body are in pain now!
“The delivery is done.” The blondie said and then I heard their footsteps walking away from me.
So I’m stuck here until another person come and gets me? This is suck. I tried to feel my surroundings and they are cold and sold metal, I hate being stuck here, terrified of what I can’t see, even so this is my decision that I refuse to regret ‘yet’, I position myself where I can sit and fold my legs together and push them to my chest. The space is just not big enough to do anything.
After about five minutes, the floor suddenly moves down, what the?? It’s an elevator? The speed are pretty incredible, I could felt my bottom are almost parting from the floor because of the speed.
So the base is underground? Well its perfect, underground business and they build it literally in the underground. I heard noises as I reached the stop.
“A to E 2nd floor, F to 3rd floor.” Some people were talking about goods? Or maybe they are talking about people?
“H to J are going to 2nd floor.” “K is the 6th floor.”
The women were rumbling about which is going where, there must be a lot of gates, alphabet gates? And how many floors are there here?
While trying to listen, I noticed there are more than one people approaching me,
“Take this to 7th floor.” The woman said.
I guess I’m going to the 7th floor? I didn’t heard anyone said 7th floor before mine, so I guess its pretty rare?
They took off my head cover. I couldn’t see a thing at first, because everything is just so bright, been in that cloth for a day, my eyes are not used to the bright light that is almost blinding me.
My vision slowly returning, I could see the two men in black that had been dragging me roughly, making sure I keep my pace with theirs. There is no space given for me to even move an inch as I wished. Everything must be according to their way, I rolled my eyes in displeased.
“WELCOME TO SCAR”
“WELCOME TO SCAR”
“WELCOME TO SCAR”
The announcement was loud and clear, I have just reached the 'hell' called SCAR.
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