Seven Sins System - Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Dramatic Show II
Seven Sins System Chapter 387. Dramatic Show II

This time, what answered me was the sound of the small door to our food hole closing.

I shot Puriel a look, my eyes wide with urgency. “Quick, beg him to save me,” I whispered, trying to keep my voice low. Our performance had to be perfect—no room for mistakes if we were going to fool our captors.

Without missing a beat, Puriel jumped to her feet, her movements frantic. She rushed over to the small door of our cell and started pounding on it, her knuckles banging against the cold metal with desperation. “Open the door! Please, open it! He’s dying in here! You have to help him!” she cried, her voice cracking like she was on the edge of losing it.

Tears started welling up in her eyes, and she didn’t hold back as she sobbed, her whole body shaking with the emotion. “Please, he needs help! He’s in so much pain, you can’t just leave him like this!”

But, of course, the kidnappers didn’t budge. Their footsteps faded away, and they completely ignored her cries for help. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched Puriel’s frustration grow. She didn’t stop. She just kept pounding on the door, her voice getting more and more frantic.

Meanwhile, I wasn’t sitting back. I had my part to play, too. I let out a few groans, shifting my body like I was writhing in pain. I clenched my teeth and furrowed my brow, giving them the best performance I could muster, rolling from side to side like I was genuinely suffering. Honestly, it almost felt real.

After a while, we stopped the theatrics, settling back into our positions. But the tension in the air was palpable. Puriel slid back next to me, her face a mix of exhaustion and hope. “Do you think they’ll take the bait?” she whispered.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “But they should do something.”

I focused my attention to the tiny, flea-shaped tentacle perched on top of one of our captors’ heads. It had been a lifesaver, giving me key info about the situation outside. The guy who’d just dropped off our meal was chatting with his buddy, his tone serious.

I leaned in. They were talking about my supposed deteriorating condition. The kidnapper mentioned some curse and the lord of wrath, and the conversation started to get interesting. His companion was a little more cautious, but there was definitely concern in his voice.

It didn’t look like they were buying it completely, but they were taking it seriously, at least enough to think it needed reporting. One of them made a snap decision to text their boss, telling him everything he’d just heard.

I couldn’t help it. I flashed Puriel a smug smile. “They took the bait,” I said with a proud grin.

Puriel’s face softened with relief, and she gave me a small nod. “Nice. So we just need to wait a bit longer,” she said, her voice lighter now.

“Yeah,” I said, but then I got serious. “Don’t break character yet. They’re still watching us on the CCTV.”

Puriel glanced at the camera on the wall. “Really?”

“Yeah,” I confirmed. “They’re probably analyzing everything we do. So stay in character.”

Puriel nodded. “Got it.”

We resumed the act, but this time it was less intense. I groaned here and there, and Puriel would throw in a sob or two. It was still convincing, though, and it felt like we were really suffering.

Time seemed to crawl. Every minute felt like an hour as we waited. I could feel my muscles tightening with the effort of keeping up the charade, but I couldn’t relax yet. Then, finally, the long-awaited footsteps echoed down the hallway.

The door to our cell creaked open, and the kidnappers were there. They stepped in, dark clothes and weapons gleaming in the low light. They were holding daggers and swords, their expressions hidden behind masks that made them look even more threatening.

We froze, feigning surprise like we hadn’t been expecting them. Our faces twisted with a mix of fear and confusion, but it wasn’t hard to keep the act going.

They didn’t waste any time. With weapons drawn, they advanced toward us, their eyes cold, their movements controlled. One of them pulled out a canister, and before we could react, he sprayed it in our direction. The smell hit us like a punch—a thick, chemical stench that burned our nostrils and immediately clouded our senses. It was the same stuff they’d used to knock us out the first time.

I staggered and groaned, playing my part as I fell to the ground, my body going slack. I let myself collapse, barely holding it together as I pretended to lose consciousness.

Puriel did the same, crumpling to the ground beside me, our bodies limp and unresisting. The kidnappers didn’t hesitate. They grabbed us both and hauled us up.