Standing near an empty house near a posh area of the city. A man wearing black clothes from head to toe said something on his wireless walkie-talkie and slowly started moving towards the house.
"Entrance is clear." He heard.
"Take care of the lights." He said in a hushed tone, and within a few seconds all the lights near the house went off.
Everything was engulfed by the darkness and the moonless night, making it even darker. Pulling his gun to his chest, the man took out a laser light from his pocket and blinked at it twice, signalling his man to move forward. Within fifteen seconds, the man was standing inside the house with all of his men. They were all wearing the same clothes as him, even their faces were covered with masks.
"B-1,2,4." He turned to the man standing beside him, "Check the whole floor. C-7,3,9. search for the basement."
As soon as those words left his mouth, the men scattered for their work. He went to the main gate and spoke on his walkie-talkie, "Reached the main gate after two minutes."
"Roger that." Hearing an affirmative answer, he went back inside the house.
"B-1 to B-0, can you hear me? You need to come to the basement right now. Over." The man rushed to the basement and found one of his men, standing near a door with a small girl in his arms.
"She is not going to make it." The man said worriedly.
He quickly checked her pulse and said, "Take my car, do whatever means necessary. Is there anyone else?" He asked, giving him the car keys.
"No, the rest are in stable condition." Answered B-1.
"Alright, move out now and take C-9 with you. I will take care of the rest."
"C-9, company B-1." Barking the orders on the walkie-talkie, he stepped inside the room, but not long after, he came out with his fist clenched.
"Alright men, move fast. We only have three minutes left." He said and rushed towards the main gate. Where his men quickly shifted the unconscious people into the van they brought.
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"She was unconscious because of starvation and the pain. She was abused badly for quite some time, weeks or maybe months, the old wounds were covered by the fresh ones before they healed. It must be hard for a fragile body like her to bear with all this torture and there is a huge possibility that she will suffer from post-trauma for the rest of her life." A man in mid-thirties, wearing a doctor's apron, explained the condition of his young patient to a man who was looking at the floor with a worried expression on his face.
"Moosa," On the doctor's call, the man raised his head, "I would suggest not sending her to an orphanage, she will never survive there."
"Then what should we do?" He asked in a serious tone.
"For her, a mental facility will be appropriate, but first we need to wait for her to wake up. Let's hope she will be in a better state than what we had assumed." Moosa nodded and, after a formal handshake, the doctor left.
Entering the room where the small patient the doctor was sleeping peacefully under the effect of the dosage, he stood beside her bed and, stared at her skinny and weak frame. Her whitish skin was covered with different sorts of wounds, most of which were known to him.
What have you been through???
He thought, grabbing a chair from the next room and sitting next to her bed. Moosa was a tall man with a well-toned body and despite being at the young age of twenty-one, his eyes held the look of a mature person, someone who had learnt great of lessons from life.
Stumbling into the underworld was not his choice, but since he was thrown into it, he did whatever it took to survive. He survived to take revenge on his sisters and then he strives to save the people from having the same fate as them, like him and as his guardian, Natasha.
He sat there and kept watching that eleven years old who was reminding him of one of his sisters. His beloved sister, who was abused just like her, he still remembers the scars on her fair skin, but it wasn't terrible as hers and unfortunately, he knows the reason behind it. Girls of her complexion don't have much demand in the marketplace, especially ones who have lost their virginity at her age. She was bound to sell to slavery or be killed. There was no third option for her.
Moosa let out a dejected sigh and covered his face with his hands.
Mental facility for my sister???
Would I ever send my sister?
Never!
