Forced Relocation of Conglomerate Girls
Chapter 37: God Help Me

The fourth day after the incident Robbin banned Clay from going outside his own home, providing everything Robbin needed.

One afternoon, Clay spent time caring for a pink rose that he bought two days ago. He watered the flower with a spray device. The fragrant aroma is smelled when the nose approaches the broken petals.

"Beautiful, very beautiful" Clay murmured, her bright round eyes narrowed as she smiled.

Clay looked at the blue sky that was gradually becoming purplish orange, the afternoon sun was emitting rays of tenderness. The cold wind was blowing softly, taking her hair out dancing merrily. The woman appears to be tucking the tendrils of the hair child behind the ear.

From the second floor Clay heard the sound of the bell, because he was busy caring for flowers he did not know anyone was crossing the terrace. For the sake of politeness, he rushed down the stairs and opened the door.

"Well, how can I help you?" clay asked the two people in front of him.

Clay turned to the two men in turn and said, "If you have no interest, let me—"

"Actually—" The guy observes around.

At the moment Clay was commenting on the smile on the half-open doorway, but slowly the smile faded, Clay's eyes widened, the muzzle of the gun was already stuck in his stomach. He froze for a moment, not expecting to get the threat he once did.

"Don't try yelling, come with us!" bluffing is one of them.

His hand was still holding the frame, Clay was about to close it back, but with a strong and quick movement the men held the door open with their feet.

"out! Hurry along!" snarl.

Clay's originally upright head seemed hollow, his face beamed for a moment and then turned deathly pale. Her soft lips trembled as fear stirred up her entrails. Cold sweat sticking out through the pores, water spots wet the forehead even though the air temperature is cold.

"Follow!" sniffed someone with a fierce voice. "Or will it penetrate your internal organs?"

Never mind to argue or nimpali, to breathe was so difficult, with a heavy pull, he moistened the lungs. Clay's entire joint seemed to soften as it was bubbling.

Clay almost fainted thinking about what happened after this, he could not expect Robbin's sudden presence. Her husband said this morning that he was going home late.

Clay managed to move his lips. "Who-you guys?" He held on to the door frame firmly.

Because it was out of patience, the man grabbed Clay's elbow and then pulled him into the car. Robbin's wife tried to free her elbow from the man's grip. However, he lost strongly to the hostage.

Realizing that no one could help, Clay aimed for the man's foot and set his foot there which instead brought a loud slap.

"Stupid! Don't think it's bad!" snatch that guy.

Immediately, Clay's head was dizzy as well as his eyes were blurred and he noticed the blood flowing at the corner of his lips, as if he felt iron in his mouth.

"Deliver!" Turning Clay in a hoarse voice, he tried to break away despite knowing the result was nil.

Assumptions swirling around in his head, Clay speculates that these two men were looking for or wanting what Robbin had on him. He let out a sigh and sounded desperate as he spoke, "There's no benefit for you to take me!"

The man glanced at a glance, not provoked by Clay's words.

"I don't have anything, or anything you're looking for" Clay said, noting the person's calm countenance. He still wants to fight to be released. "Please, let me go, please!"

"Aww," sizzled Clay, his palms hot and sore.

Car away from the safest place for Clay, he wakes up in distress. How daunted he was at the moment, must not show his fear.

Clay was as calm as he could be, sat up straight among the big guys and asked, "We don't know each other and can either of you explain what the problem is until it gets rough on me?"

"Not now, Miss," said the green-eyed man in fluent English.

Clay turned his head, his round eyes gleaming with hope. That man was compassionate to him. "Then, when?"

"After we—"

"Jhon!" snapped at the man to Clay's left and John shook his head briefly.

Clay was silent and observed the street outside the window. At first, he recognized the surrounding buildings, but over time, they looked very foreign. He assumed that these people were herding cars away from the city.

God help me, brother Robbin, please. Clay thought it was a dream, but the pain was so real.

All of a sudden, Clay's body shivered, he was terrified to think of the worst possibility that Robbin had not found him. The tip of the shirt in the clutches was getting wetter by the cold sweat from his palm. He did not bring any items that he hoped could be used to escape.

Brother Robbin, Inner Clay, I'm afraid, help me, where are these people going to take me? Lord I give my life to You, I believe You are with me. Both of his palms clasped together in front of his chest by closing his eyes.

After praying, Clay's round eyes opened and looked red, warm water flowing profusely on both cheeks. Sobs began to sound vaguely accompanied by shaky shoulders. He wiped the puddles of tears with the back of his hand.

"Shut up!" snapped at the ferocious, furious.

Clay surged in shock as he gasped, with remaining courage he asked again, "Where are we?"

"Down!"

The car stops in front of a house so large, Clay swallows his fear and follows them down. The tub was splashed with ice water as they carried it towards the basement.

The door opened, anxiety rattled all over the body finding the place extremely dark, stuffy, and seedy. A musty aroma pierced his nose sharply, spontaneously he closed with both palms. Clay should be able to escape this cursed place or the last choice is death.

No, I need to get out of here alive. Clay's encouraging himself, once they're gone I have to be quick to do something. God's with me, there's nothing to be afraid of, Clay!

"Catch him!" the command of the violent-faced man.

Clay's head shook his head and he was about to run, but instead fell down on the wet floor. His thick hair was pulled forcibly until it felt detached from the roots. He groaned while struggling and holding his head.

"Don't be too rude, Cag!" The green-eyed man grabbed Clay's shoulder.

However, Cag pushes Clay back until the woman's head hits the wall. "Well! Too long!"

As Clay's gaze grew darker, he touched the throbbing forehead with groping.The next split second, his body drooping weakly.

Brother Rob–bin! clay cried out softly before his eyes closed.