Hideaway
The pair of children and father looked at Masma's narrowed eyes. The footsteps grew heavier as the distance was shortened. The lantern of life is almost extinguished on the pillar of torture. Not as chaotic as Devada, Nick felt the wound roll silently thumping violently in the center of the heart. His fingers stretched out, reaching for the smug face of elegy. Masma's eyelids suddenly opened slowly, revealing blue irises that were as clear as the ocean.
"Nick!" Masma's thin lips called out with a small sob.
"Yes!" Nick whispered while wiping away the tears that were running down Masma's cheeks.
"Why are you here?" Nick placed his index finger on the dry lips of the woman in front of him and hissed.
"I'll untie the ropes that bind you first." Again, Nick said. He turned to Devada for the girl to help him.
"Come on, let's go before they come back!" Nick exclaimed after all the ropes were unraveled properly.
"I know a safe hiding place for a while," said Masma.