Sweet Psycho's
7
Michell cried, enduring the pain on her body. His severely injured back, incessantly bleeding, as well as his sore stomach and red cheeks.
Michell was very tortured. The situation's concerning.
When a centipede climbed on its feet, michell did nothing. Just shut in to the deck. Sit and lean against a wall made of blackened bricks.
His subordinates are muddled, like a comb water. Black and smelly.
There was a smell poking his nose. It's fishy, it's rotten, and it's something that's hard to explain.
Michell crying. He can't do anything. He had banged on the door many times, but nil. No one wants to open it.
Now he can only move. Hope a miracle comes or, wait for samuel to return.
But, can he hold out until samuel returns?
Streets
Michell was surprised to hear that. He heard the sound of chains from a distance.
Streett
Michell's heart skipped a beat as the voice drew closer to him. Plus the sound of slow footsteps.
“S-who?” Michell asked, but he got no answer.
“Hallo?”
Michell hugged his own body. The view goes down. He's afraid.
As the voice stopped in front of him, michell glanced slowly. A pair of legs, one of which has been limped and the other tied by a chain rope.
Michell didn't dare to look. He returned to his head. He guessed it was the demon waiting for this room.
But it's actually wrong.
“K.. k...mu.”
Michell.
DEG
How surprised he was. How not? The person in front of him looked nothing like a human. Except aliens.
His body is thin. Head bald. And his body was full of wounds. Plus he did not use clothes, not even a piece of cloth.
“What kind of creature are you..” whispered michell in disbelief.
“K.. You have to get out of here.” he said. His voice was crisp and hoarse like his vocal cords in flops.
“K-why?”
“If you... don't want to be like.. ku..”.
BRACKET
A moment later, his body collapsed.
Michell hurriedly checked into the scene.
Gee whiz…
He's gone.
Really, michell felt like crying and screaming as fast as he could. But he can't. What should he do with this corpse.
He could only shed tears while shaking his head.
His intention was getting stronger to escape.
He can't die slowly here. His life is long.
…
M Building
At 09:00
This is where samuel is. The hotel he built himself. With 34 floors. This hotel is a 5 star hotel.
Only up to the 32nd floor is welcome for customers.
On the 33rd and 34th floors is a laboratory used to concoct and produce drugs in large jumblah.
This is samuel's work.
The boss owns a five-star hotel and mall building and, uh, a dark boss who produces drugs.
Not many people know about that.
Until he was called the secret mafia.
He was so smart that the police couldn't suspect him or even arrest him.
Until samuel once said, “the government spends a lot of money on cops that are pointless.”
“Police won't be able to catch me. Even put me in jail.”
Arrogant, but true as it is. There is no evidence to put Samuel in prison. Even withholding him, he has no authority.
Samuel was a rich man with all the power he had. Whatever he wanted was always accomplished in the blink of an eye.
“There is nothing you cannot do in this world, if you have these two things. Money and power.”