SEVEN

Amy's words kept whispering in her mind. She should try once for her freedom or may be more than once as they weren't God, they were mafias. They were humans who could make mistakes. She looked out of the window only to see the half moon peeking through the grey clouds.

She didn't do much all day as after breakfast she went out to glance at the surroundings only to find tons of guards in black suit doing their duty. No wonder why Emir didn't care about closing the door leaving her alone.

"Are these guards for m-me?" Ava asked hesitantly as she was standing beside Amy who was watering the plants.

"Of-course not. You aren't the serious case that's why you were in that room. There are still people downstairs in the basement experiencing torture. These guards are for them too." Amy said as she was done watering the plants. She was going inside followed by Ava.

"There are people downstairs?" Ava asked stunned as this mafia world was different.

"Yeah basically this warehouse is a torture ce