Chapter 385

An array of squeals, bells, rattles and shrieks rang out. Face white Papa reached for them as something flashed out from amongst the lock trap, winding around his leg, wrenching him off his feet as it wound back in the blink of an eye.

Mama gripped Mila tighter, her voice breaking on a note of despair, 'ZAYCK!'

In the centre of the ceiling held by his ankles, hung Papa.

Mama's energy holding Mila clutched even tighter as Mama set her on the ground then stood and reached out with both hands toward the lock, her energy glowing. Mila stared, waiting to see what happened.

Mama stretched her energy out, probing gently.

It touched the first puzzle piece. A clattering of chimes and screeches rang out, sparks flying.

In the centre of the room, jerking like a fish caught on a line, Papa made an awful shriek.

Mila dropped, hugging her knees to her forehead, stomach and mind sick from that sound.

Papa was the bravest, strongest man in the world.

He couldn't be caught, be hurting.