SWDnovel Chapter 315 : Abducted
Chapter 315 : Abducted
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As Ira and the middle-aged man exited the room, their departure left a noticeable shift in the atmosphere. The room, once charged with conversations and unspoken tensions, seemed to exhale, the echoes of their interactions lingering in the air. It was in this moment, right after their departure, that Maria entered the room, her presence bringing a new energy with her.
"By any chance, do you already know about Ira?" Maria's voice carried a note of curiosity, her gaze sweeping across the room as she addressed Das. She had entered just as Ira and the middle-aged man had left, and her question was an attempt to piece together the dynamics she had missed.
Das's response was playful, a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes, "Ohh... you woke earlier than expected. By any chance, are you ready for another round?"
Maria's cheeks flushed slightly at his suggestive words, and she rolled her eyes playfully, her manner exuding a mixture of affection and mild irritation. "Stop teasing. I came early to have lunch with you. We didn't even have a proper breakfast in the morning."
As she settled on his left side, their familiarity was evident, and the room seemed to relax in response to her presence. Das's expression softened as he pulled her into his embrace, shifting from playful banter to a more serious request, "You came at the right time. I need a small favour from you."
Maria looked up at him, her gaze curious and attentive, strands of her hair brushing against her face as she did so. Their closeness and unspoken understanding spoke volumes, and she was prepared to assist him without hesitation.
"What is it?" she asked, her voice a mixture of curiosity and readiness to support him.
"Find out the details of Ira and her family situation. For somehow i feel that she is oppressed. She is not allowing me to help her. So, I need to find out the exact situation before deciding on what to do," Das said, his thoughts focused on his recent interaction with Ira. There was a sense of concern in his voice, an underlying determination to understand her circumstances.
Maria's response was tinged with a teasing tone, "Ohh... so, my guess was right. You really care about her."
Das's gaze flickered to Maria, his expression contemplative, as if her words had struck a chord. He nodded slowly, acknowledging her observation, but his next words held a playful twist, "Yes... but I'm more interested in you."
Inside the restroom, he attended to his needs with an air of nonchalance. Little did he know that his fate was about to take a drastic turn. As he prepared to exit the restroom, the sudden appearance of four shadowy figures caught him off guard. Before he could react, the intruders were upon him, moving with a swift precision that left no room for escape.
In a fraction of a second, his world turned chaotic. His neck was expertly pinned, and an injection was administered with a chilling accuracy. The contents of the syringe flowed into his veins, sending a surge of numbing coldness through his body. A dizzying disorientation took hold, and his consciousness wavered.
His vision blurred as his surroundings seemed to spin. The edges of his awareness began to fade, and he fought to stay upright. But the effects of the injection were relentless, overpowering his resistance.
With a final, futile attempt to regain control, his body gave in. His eyes fluttered closed, and his limbs went limp. Faruk's son succumbed to unconsciousness, the world around him fading into darkness.
In the blink of an eye, the perpetrators had achieved their goal. The unconscious body was swiftly maneuvered into a specially designed suitcase, a macabre and surreal tableau of criminal precision. The trolley suitcase, seemingly innocuous, was the vessel that held his fate.
With an ease that spoke of practiced skill, the four operatives navigated through the corridors, the trolley wheels gliding silently over the floor. Their movements were fluid, synchronised, and unhurried, as if they had meticulously rehearsed this operation countless times.
The building's exits came into view, each step taken with calculated determination. They moved as shadows, their presence nearly imperceptible, leaving no trail behind. The world outside awaited them, oblivious to the audacious crime that had just taken place.
And just as seamlessly as they had infiltrated the building, they vanished into the city's bustling streets.
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