1095 DAYS BEFORE THE APOCALYPSE
Chp 33: Zhara's Game

In the evening precisely in a luxurious house, 6 young men were engrossed in a liquor party accompanied by 3 comfort women who served the six of them.

It was a depraved sight and was not worth imitating by anyone...

"Boss, what about Zhara's problem? Is that resolved?" said the green-haired man.

The boss in question here is Michael who sits dashingly and holds one of the women.

"Just calm... I've overcome that by using her mother as our tool, so Zhara will definitely submit and be loyal to us..." michael said casually as he felt the body of the comfort woman on his lap.

"Whoa! That's a crazy plan!" said the blue-haired youth.

"Well... He's got to teach us a lesson so we don't fight anymore." said Michael.

""That's right! Ahahaha!""

The three of them laughed out loud as they discussed the fate of Zhara who would soon become their pet.

However, all the electricity that exists throughout the house that makes them all astonished.

'This house should not run out of electricity... What exactly happened...?' michael was confused.

In the darkness, suddenly there was a groan of pain from his other friends that made Michael more confused and worried.

Then it was Michael's turn to groan in pain from the blow on his back neck that also made him lose consciousness....

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Michael opened his eyes with a blurred look, he wanted to move and rub his eyes but was completely unable to move his body.

He then saw his condition being tied to a chair in the middle of the living room that had previously been a place for fun.

Confused, Michael looks around and finds his friends and the three comfort women he hired in the same condition as him, tied to a chair and still unconscious.

"Hey! Wake up, you fucking shit!" michael shouted quite loudly but managed to make them all wake up at the same time.

Just as Michael's expression was bewildered, they were also bewildered to find him tied up in a chair.

"Boss, what really happened!?" one of the young men said in panic.

"I don't know either.. But it looks like some robber is coming." Michael speculated.

In his large and luxurious house there were no guards or servants working there because Michael put them all together to party freely, he didn't even tell his father about it..

So the most likely thing to happen is the arrival of a robber who takes advantage of the situation of the house.

"Then what should we do now boss?"

"Just calm... I'll give the robbers whatever money they want, and with that our lives will be saved." said Michael trying to calm his friend.

Michael's words made them calm again, but shortly afterwards footsteps and a dragged object echoed in the room that frightened them back.

Michael also felt frightened, although his previous words seemed calm and courageous, but actually he was really frightened by the situation now.

"Oh? You guys are up, right?" the owner of the footstep said.

They all turned their attention towards the door that someone was at, it was a handsome black-haired young man with a sharp and cold gaze.

Of course they know the guy.

"Zhara what are you doing to us!?" michael shouted furiously.

It seemed that he had already realized the figure that bound him and his friends was not a robber but rather Zhara, the one he wanted to subdue.

Suddenly they all gulped because of the words of Zhara who seemed so cold and mysterious as if their lives were being considered.

Zhara opened her suitcase and saw many tools such as kitchen knives, scissors, pliers, needles, and various kinds of injections of various sizes.

All of them who were looking at it became extremely frightened and a bad premonition suddenly stopped in their minds.

"W-what do you want to do with all that stuff.. I-I warned you not to touch me or-"

"Or you'll fire my mother. You want to say that, right?" zhara said cutting out Michael's sentence.

Zhara approached Michael and looked at him sharply.

"That's not gonna work anymore, Michael... After what you did to my mom, you think I'd just let you go?" zhara said coldly.

Zhara's successful words made Michael become startled and immediately rebutted Zhara in cold sweat.

"A-what are you saying, I-I don't understand at all..."

"There's no point avoiding Michael... I already know all your rotten plans. You're the one who started this, so let's play now" Zhara said coldly.

Michael did not know what to say after all his plans were known to Zhara, and he was also sure that his fate would not be good when Zhara had already decided.

"But I don't think it would be nice if we went straight to the main event... So I'll play with you first as an opening" Zhara said as she turned to Michael's friends and the three comfort women.

"Please let us go sir, K-we swear it has nothing to do with this matter" said one woman in great fear.

They are only hired to serve Michael and his friends and never expect to get involved in a seemingly complicated matter.

"I won't hurt you, I just need you to help me" Zhara said and untied the three of them.

"But if you're doing something weird then don't blame me for doing something rude." continued Zhara.

""B-well, we're not going to fight!"" the three women said simultaneously.

Zhara then turned her gaze to a blue-haired young man, it was the young man who said if the plan to trap her mother was a good plan, so Zhara had a slight grudge against him.

"W-what do you want to do to me!?" said the young man in cold sweat.

"What do I want to do? Didn't I say that before?" zhara said with a little meaningful grin.

"P-game??" said the young man with fear.

Whatever game Zhara gave her, it certainly wouldn't be good....

"Yes that's right! The game is very simple and easy... I'll cut off your whole finger using these pliers. If you scream in pain then you lose, if you don't scream until your whole finger is cut off then you win. Hows it? Isn't that a crazy game?" zhara's words reversed the blue-haired young man's words.

"No!!! I disagree!!! Let go of me, please let go of me!!!"

The young man shouted hysterically and thrashed to the loose which made the chair he was in almost fall back.

"Hold him.." Zhara ordered coldly to the three women who became her secretaries for the game (torture) that she was about to do.

""B-good sir!"" said the three of them obediently, there was no point in going against the words of the young man whom they called a crazy psychopath.

One of the women held the back of the young man's chair so as not to fall while the other two women held the young man's right and left hands which made him unable to rebel anymore.

Zhara picked up a tang that was the size of the adult's palm and prepared to cut off the young man's thumb....

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